Devil’s Spawn MC Box Set Novel – When walking in the motorcycle club, I watched Dec sucking big busted taking off Isabella‘s clothes breathlessly on the corner, rolling around eventually having intercourse. This son of a… He should have gone out with me at this time. “What do you think you’re doing?” I spat at him. ”Isabella needs me at the minute, and I have to be there for her. You’re taking up too much of my time. ” The girl beside him looked at me with a smug expression. “Really? Because it looks like you’re letting her all over you, let you enjoy every bit of this sick little game.” I screamed.
Kendall I have a sort of inner peace when I see girls hanging off Dec. The same as when I hear them in the changing rooms talking about how big his package is, scheming about how to seduce Dec. I even laugh at them occasionally. Honestly some of their ideas are just too funny. I also shared my heart-to-heart with Louisa. Seeing as she has a big old crush on Billy I hoped that it might give her prospective too. It hasn’t made her less jealous, but at least she has some kind of understanding now. Everything was going along fine until half way through this our senior year. I’m seventeen and a half, Dec is three months from turning eighteen when the tornado named Isabella Carmichael enters the picture and life as I knew it changed.
Forever. I knew something was different about her in the beginning. Isabella didn’t try and play nice with me to get to Dec. She didn’t befriend me or Louisa for that matter. She never even tried to be polite. Even Billy disliked her on sight, and that was saying something. If it has breasts and hips. Is blonde, and stupid Billy is usually all over it. And Isabella Carmichael is most assuredly the epitome of all of that. She’s tall, platinum blonde, all-year-round tan, big busted, the head of the cheerleading squad, and an all-round horrible person. Setting her sights on Dec stopping at nothing to snare him in her skanky n et, she succeeded in breaking what I thought for years was an unbreakable bond. By Dec’s eighteenth birthday they were an exclusive item. A month later I was almost completely invisible. It started off slowly. Make no mistake.
Isabella hates the thought of me, and the sight even more. She makes no secret of it. However, she isn’t totally stupid either. Isabella slowly reduced the interactions Dec and I had. She worked tirelessly behind the scenes to eradicate me from his life altogether. If Dec even looks like he’s going to talk to me she jumps into his arms making kissy faces at him. Gross I know. If Dec sits with me she pushes in between us taking up residence on his lap. None too subtly I might add. In the beginning this hurt immensely. The worst part was he let her do it. Occasionally he makes more of an attempt to continue talking, or sitting together. More often than not he lets her have her way. I can’t fathom how he’s ok with this arrangement.
Dec is supposed to be my best friend, and confidante. It’s become glaringly obvious that I put too much stock in that meaning anything to him. …. Ping. Ping. Ping. Shuffling to the window quietly, so my parents don’t wake from down the hall I lift the sash window, and shush him. “Shh, Dec. I’ll be down in a second. Slow your roll.” It’s warm out, so there’s no point bothering to get changed. Dressed in my pajama shorts, and baby pink tank I climb out through the window and hoof it down the trellis. I take care to make sure my feet are firmly planted in the well-worn footholds I’ve made over the last month. The last thing I need is to fall, and my parents find out I’ve been using my window as an escape hatch. Hitting the ground with a soft thud, I walk over and plop down on the grass under the tree Dec is leaned up against. His head is reclined against the trunk and his eyes closed. I know he’s not asleep, but to anyone else he would appear out like a light.
In the moonlight I can only see the beautiful boy who was my best friend. He hasn’t shaved for a couple of days if the light scruff on his face is anything to go by. His piercing grey eyes are shuttered by his eyelids, and barricaded by the thick black lashes that fan his cheeks. Dec’s already tall standing six foot two at least with probably another inch or two to go until he’s at his full height. He carries two-hundred pounds of pure muscle around on his frame that’s honed by years of baseball, football, and carrying kegs for the MC’s bar Rough Shod on weekends. He has twin dimples in his cheeks that I’ve always loved, and his smile. His smile makes my heart warm. No one can resist returning one of his smiles. They are infectious. What makes me love Dec the most is, his heart. He has the biggest heart of anyone I know. Every time I need someone to turn to. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to listen to me Dec was there. He gives the best advice, and has always been my rock.
Until recently that is. Recently when he has been almost non-existent. Tonight though. Tonight he looks almost pained. His jaw is tight that usually only happens when he’s angry, or hurt. His eyes are scrunched closed causing tiny lines to fan out from them. His hands are in fists making his knuckles white. Dec is the picture of pain at the moment. Placing my tiny hand over his huge one I turn so that I’m sitting Indian style facing him. “What’s wrong Dec? Are you hurt?” I’m scared. I can admit it. I’m scared for my friend. The possibility he’s in pain. If he’s hurting, you can be assured that will hurt me even more. He takes his hand from underneath mine, and places in on his lap. That’s a first. We may not be a couple, but Dec is pecking the top of my head, he is sure to make physical contact with me a lot of the time. His long denim clad legs are stretched in front of him crossed at the ankles, but he doesn’t look any more relaxed now that I’m here.
Finally, he opens his eyes and turns his head. Oh God! What’s wrong? My head screams at me that something about this isn’t right. My heart clenches in my chest painfully beating out a rapid rhythm. I’m sure it will run away if it wasn’t encased firmly behind walls of muscle and bone. “Kendall.” One word. One word breathed out with such sadness and sorrow it is more of a feeling than speech. “Kenny we have talk.” There’s nothing to say, so I just nod my head. I can tell whatever he has to say is hurting him somehow. I just want him to spit it out. “Jesus Kenny. I don’t know how to say this.” Shaking my head, and looking at him seriously I tell him, “You can tell me anything Dec. You know that.” He looks at me and captures my eyes with his. “ Kenny. I never thought I’d have to do this. You have to listen to me though. You have to listen, and promise that when I’m done you’ll let me get up and walk away.
You have to promise or I can’t tell you.” Breathing deeply trying to calm myself I promise him. What else can I do? “I promise I’ll listen Dec. I promise.” “And walk away Kenny. You have to promise that too.” What can I say? He’s not going to give in until I relent. “I promise to listen and then let you leave Dec. Tell me what’s wrong. You’re scaring me.” His chest is heaving and his breath is coming out in near pants when he says, “We can’t be friends anymore Kenny.” “What?” I jump up, screeching. Grabbing my hand tugging me down to the grass he hisses, “Shh, Kenny. You promised you’d listen. Now, shut up or your dad will come out, and he’ll shoot first and look later.” Shaking my head rapidly, I chant in my head, no, no, no; this can’t be happening. I knew I should never have answered the call of tiny shards of rock hitting my window. I will never ever deny my instincts again. Closing his eyes tightly Dec can’t even look at me when he speaks next.
“We can’t be friends any more. It’s causing me too much . Look. Isabella needs me at the minute, and I have to be there for her. You’re taking up too much of my time, and I can’t be worrying about you when she has to be my top priority.” “Dec seriously?” I question with venom dripping from my voice. “Take too much of your time? I barely see you. We never talk anymore. You haven’t even told me if you’re coming to my party on Saturday. Where is this coming from? If Isabella put you up to this…” He cuts me off with a growl, “She didn’t put me up to this Kenny. Shut up about her. You’re always bitchin and whining about her. Have you ever stopped to think she’s not the problem maybe you are?” Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the truck up a minute. Me the problem? I don’t think so buddy. There are a lot of things I will admit about myself, but that? That is not one of them. “You did not just say that to me? Declan Abraham Marks, you take it back.
Take it back this instant.” At the sound of his full name it triggers something in Dec. Something I’ve never seen before. Rage. Pure unadulterated rage. Standing abruptly almost knocking me down Dec practically seethes at me. “Shut up Kendall. You’re always mouthing off. You never know when to shut your trap.” Pacing in front of me he begins to light the flame. “This is why we can’t be friends any more. You and your mouth. I came here to let you down gentle. Tell you we can’t hang anymore and all you can do is hooker at me.” Almost under his breath he adds, “Should have listened. She told me this would happen.”
The embers are glowing, and the flame is about to ignite. “Things are changing Kendall. I’m prospecting as soon as we finish school. I need someone to stand with me. Not hooker like a little girl. Whining that she doesn’t have enough of me. I can’t have that, and I don’t want it. I’ve found myself someone who knows the score, and is okay with it. A girl tough enough to take the hits, and keep coming. Not a little kid like you that won’t even put out.”