Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala

Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:10 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Perish (Henchmen MC Next Generation #15) Read Online Jessica Gadziala http://www.ilovenovels.com/perish-henchmen-mc-next-generation-15-read-online-jessica-gadziala Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:10 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/perish-henchmen-mc-next-generation-15-read-online-jessica-gadziala Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Jessica Gadziala Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)

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She was off-limits.
A club princess he knew he better not look at twice.

Until the night he saved her life.

Now she’s under his protection, living at the clubhouse while danger stalks closer, and suddenly the attraction they never noticed before burns hot and impossible to resist…

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CHAPTER ONE

Gracie

“Shit,” I murmured, looking down at the ice sculpture’s penis in my hand. Why, oh why, did I have to throw my hands out when someone knocked into me?

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry!” one of the servers said. Pretty and blonde, her cupid’s bow mouth opened in a pouty O. “Is that his…”

I stared down at the severed member in my palm, already starting to melt from my body heat.

Okay.

Alright.

This wasn’t a complete catastrophe.

Yet.

There was still time to… reattach the castrated erection to the almost comically chiseled ice man.

“Damn, the fuck the guy do to you?” a familiar voice asked, making me look up to spot Perish (yes, that was his real name) standing in the doorway to the barn. As wide as the space was, Perish seemed to swallow it up. He was massive. And, likely, as chiseled as the ice guy. More, probably.

Also… he did not belong here.

At my first ‘Back to the Streets’ party. Basically, a divorce party. The theme? Penises. Penises everywhere. In decor form. And cake form. And cup form. Hard ones. Flaccid ones. Circumcised ones. Natural ones. My Aunt Peyton and cousin Billy would be absolutely delighted. Though would likely gripe about the lack of vaginal representation.

The penis fell from my hand back onto, thankfully, a small tray of pebble ice that allowed it to not shatter and stop actively melting.

“Perish,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat as I looked to the side of him, where a ‘Pin the Junk on the Hunk’ poster of a naked muscular man was hung. A table full of various penises waiting to be chosen sat to the side of it. “What are you doing here?”

“Always knew you were a closet badass. Didn’t know you had it in you to cut a man’s dick off, though.”

A strange sensation moved through my chest at those words. Like Pop Rocks. A dozen little explosions.

Because, yes, damnit, I was a badass. But because I wasn’t as outwardly kick-butt like Hope, Vi, and various other members of my extended family, people tended to underestimate me.

It was kind of nice for someone—especially someone I knew so casually—to see that.

“I can’t believe I broke it,” I admitted, moving closer to him. “Is something wrong? Is there a club issue?”

While things were relatively tame for a long time, I knew from growing up inside the club that safety could be ripped away with little warning. That all our lives could be changed in an instant.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked, my mind already going to worst-case scenarios. I had dozens and dozens of loved ones at risk. Each as dear to me as the last.

I glanced past Perish (no easy feat) to see if there were other men waiting around, gazes scanning the sprawling grounds of the event venue.

I knew from experience that if one of the bikers showed up with a whole protection detail, then that things were bad-bad. Like… everyone going up to Hailstorm for safety bad.

As much as I actually loved our little trips up to the paramilitary camp on the hill—especially since Chris started to make changes to warm the place up a bit—it was spring; my event calendar was absolutely packed. I wasn’t going to have a weekend off until after Halloween.

And, well, it was important. This was my first year of officially being in business after years of dreaming about it. I couldn’t be flaking. Not even for some life-or-death biker thing.

“Everyone’s fine,” he said, brows furrowed as he looked down, likely finally registering my panic—and the reason for it. “Yeah, no. I’m not here for club shit. Grassis got an issue.”

“Oh. Oh,” I added, what he was saying registering. Because, yeah, this might have been the premiere event venue in the whole state. It was also a mafia front to launder their money. It was easy to forget that sometimes, no matter how many times I’d been here for various parties I’d planned.

“Nah, not like that. Nut sedge.”

“Is that some kind of code?” I asked, pressing my clipboard—yes, it was pink and covered in cutesy vinyl stickers—to my chest.

“Code for what?”

“I’ve been alive quite a few years. I’ve never heard those two words put together before.”

“‘Cause you live in an apartment.”

“Oh! The lawn? There’s something wrong with the lawn?”

Perish, the ex-con, current arms-dealing biker who could be confused for an actual wall, had a weird obsession with the lawn at the club.

To be fair, said ‘lawn’ had been nearly nonexistent when he’d started to prospect. Too many long, hot summers with water restrictions, too many bikes driving over it, too many people who didn’t care about things like grass, weeds, and aeration meant it had withered away to nothing.

Until, over the years, Perish had lovingly brought it back to life. I’d never seen such lush green grass in my life. But also, for the life of me, couldn’t imagine why he cared so much.

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Nave (Henchmen MC Next Generation #14) Read Online Jessica Gadziala http://www.ilovenovels.com/nave-henchmen-mc-next-generation-14-read-online-jessica-gadziala Sat, 30 Aug 2025 08:42:46 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/nave-henchmen-mc-next-generation-14-read-online-jessica-gadziala Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Jessica Gadziala Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
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She was a prisoner in a glass house. He was a for-hire criminal just passing through. Their worlds should never have touched, but one reckless promise bound them together.

If you ever want to get away, I’ll help you.

Now she’s in his town, looking over her shoulder, carrying dangerous secrets and a heart that never forgot him. He’s her only chance at freedom. The only man she can trust.

But even as the connection between them grows, the past she’d been running from is catching up with them both

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CHAPTER ONE

Nave

I was still rubbing sleep out of my eyes as I made my way toward the kitchen, stopping short when I caught Fallon and Brooks talking in the darkened common room, voices low.

“Is this an ‘I need to turn around and grab my gun’ thing, or can I get coffee first?” I asked.

Both men turned toward me, Fallon wearing his trademark smirk, Brooks’s face as unreadable as ever.

“For once, shit is calm,” Fallon said.

“Shit, man. Now you fucking jinxed it.” Outside, explaining why it was still dark at six in the morning, thunder rolled hard enough for the ground to vibrate under my feet. “Ha. Yeah, that’s not a bad omen or anything.”

“We’re just discussing prospects.”

“More? Thought we were waiting for the next set of legacies.”

“We got word of some up-and-comers in the area,” Fallon explained. “We were discussing if it might be smart to snatch them up if we can before the Vultures take them. Or even Cian O’Donovan.”

“Is Cian recruiting? Don’t they need to be Irish to be in the Irish mob?”

“We don’t know as much about the Irish mob around here to know if they hire associates outside of the family or not,” Brooks explained. “But if they do, these guys we have in mind would be at the top of his list.”

I had to admit, since taking over for my Uncle Reign, Fallon had been busting his ass trying to expand not only our main mother chapter but also grow out to sister chapters as well. He was still as picky as his old man had been about who was allowed to get a patch. But it seemed like Fallon was taking his legacy and reputation seriously.

“Are you gonna invite them to an open house?” I asked, stifling a yawn.

“Seems to be the best way to get everyone’s opinions on them.”

“Alright, well tell me…” I trailed off as the door flew open, revealing a walking wall covered in a poncho that was raining down all over the floor.

“Perish, the fuck you doing outside in this?” Fallon asked, waving toward where the rain was pelting against the windows.

“Haven’t had rain in a few weeks. And we’re under a water restriction. Had to put some fertilizer down.” He reached to whip off the soaked poncho.

“You’re practically as tall as the trees,” I reminded him. “You’re a lightning rod out there.”

“All gonna die someday.” He shrugged as he balled up his poncho.

“Right. But I waited a long time for your ass to come off probation. So I’d rather you not go down because you’re obsessed with the fucking lawn,” Fallon said.

“It is looking good this year, though,” I said, shrugging. We all had our hobbies. At least this was harmless. Or, if not harmless (judging by Billie’s nonstop lectures about ‘rewilding’ the lawn for the native pollinators), at least not harmful. And with a guy like Perish, who leaned toward violent and impulsive, it was good to have some mundane obsession to keep him occupied.

“Fucking grubs almost got us,” Perish agreed, following me into the kitchen.

I forced my lips into a straight line at that, knowing not a single other member of the club—least of all me—cared about the lawn.

“Then the grubs bring the fucking skunks to claw up the lawn. Had to sit outside all night for two weeks to scare the fucker off.”

Well, that explained why Voss’s dog, Nitro, got skunked twice over the summer. The poor fuck still had a bit of a smell when he got warm or wet.

“So what was that about?” he asked, nodding toward the common room.

“New prospects.”

“Already?”

“Yeah.”

“They gearing up for something we don’t know about?”

“Not that I’ve heard. But I haven’t been doing any eavesdropping either.”

“Well, it’s Navesink Bank. So the next fiasco is never too far off.”

“Don’t gotta sound excited about it.”

“Hey, I was basically on house arrest for years. After being locked up. I’m down for excitement. Making up for lost time.”

“I don’t mind the calm.”

Unlike Perish, before joining the club a few years back, I was not laying low. If anything, my entire life was a revolving door of chaos, uncertainty, and violence. And I handled most of that shit without the security and backup from club brothers.

So I was happy to have the downtime when it came around. Hang with the club, see my family, maybe find a woman to spend the weekend with.

But most of the club had no fucking idea what I’d been up to all those years I was off on my own. Hell, even my parents and Fallon only had the CliffsNotes version.

“I keep hoping something pretty will roll into town trailing trouble behind her for me. Everyone else got their chance at that adventure.”

“Never know, maybe you’ll be next,” I said, clamping a hand on his shoulder after picking up my cup of coffee.

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Bonnie never thought she’d survive the night. She was supposed to be nothing more than a warning—a message delivered to a man she’d never met.

But Sully, the easy-going, Hawaiian-shirt-wearing, good-time-chasing biker wasn’t about to let her die.

Bonnie finds herself in a world she never knew existed outside of her books—one where rough men are unexpectedly kind, where she’s protected instead of forgotten, and where Sully’s patient hands and quiet strength make her feel seen and cherished for the first time in her life.

But danger hasn’t forgotten them. And as the threats close in, Sully will have to fight to keep the woman he never saw coming—the one who’s changing his world just as much as he’s changing hers.

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CHAPTER ONE

Sully

“What the fuck is this?” Fallon asked, whipping the clipboard off the bar.

“A petition,” I called from the couch, eating fruity sugar cereal out of the popcorn bowl with a ladle. The prospects hadn’t loaded the dishwasher, and I wasn’t about to set a bad precedent by doing their chores for them. Not that I did those chores myself as a prospect, but, hey, that was Brooks’s problem, not mine.

“I see that,” Fallon said, flipping through the pages of signatures. They did include some of the club members, the princesses, and some of the kids of the club. But I may or may not have padded the pages with some of the club girls. And a few people I crossed paths with in the bar and grocery store. “For what?”

“Says right there at the top. An APG.”

“Right. And what the fuck is an APG?”

“A fully fun and immersive experience that I think will improve the morale of the entire club.”

Fallon shot me a furrowed brow.

He knew me too well at this point.

“I’m not approving shit until I know what it is,” Fallon said as Brooks made his way into the club, his keen gaze moving around the disaster area that was the common room.

What can I say? We’d had fun the night before. The kind of fun that meant everyone dragged their asses to bed—alone or with company—everyone too wasted or worn out to clean anything up.

“What’s an APG?” Fallon asked Brooks as he sighed and pulled a large trash can out from behind the bar and started to toss the red cups in.

“Seriously?” Brooks asked, looking over at me.

“I’m surprised you’re surprised by anything I do at this point,” I said, getting a snort out of Brooks.

“That’s fair enough. It’s an acronym for ‘adult playground’,” Brooks explained.

“Man, if that’s some sort of sex thing—“

“Surprisingly, it’s not,” Brooks said. “It’s actually just what it sounds like.”

“A playground. You want to build a playground? Don’t we already have one of those?”

“There’s a weight limit on those swings,” I said. “And the slides are too short.”

“Let me get this straight,” Fallon said, exhaling hard. “You wanted a pool. I approved a pool. You wanted a hot tub. You have that. And now you want fucking swings?”

“And a slide,” I agreed. “Besides, APGs aren’t just for fun. They’re for fitness too. And it is in the club’s best interest to keep us all in tip-top shape. You know, heart disease—“

“Christ,” Fallon sighed, then looked over at Brooks. “Is there room for it?”

“Yeah.”

“Is there anything about this that might come back and bite me in the ass?”

“Not that I can think of,” Brooks said, and we all knew he was the guy who was always looking for the worst-case scenario. That was what Fallon hired him for.

“And you’ll check over the final plans to make sure I won’t regret this shit?”

“Yep,” Brooks agreed.

“Then… go ahead. But I don’t want to hear any bitching and moaning when you burn your ass on a hot slide or fall off a swing and break a rib.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” I said, saluting him with my ladle.

“You done with that?” Fallon asked, nodding toward my bowl.

“Just gotta drink my milk.”

“Good. Then go rouse Perish and the twins. This place is a fucking sty. And my kids are popping over here later.”

“On it, boss,” I agreed.

“What the fuck do you have on your feet?” Brooks asked, making me look down at them.

“Slippers. They’re blobfish,” I added, shrugging. “They were a Christmas present from Gracie.”

“What? Did the princesses run out of ridiculous Hawaiian shirts to get you?” Brooks asked as I made my way down the hall toward the prospect room, rapping my knuckles against the door.

“Housekeeping,” I called. “And by that I mean… get your asses up and clean the house,” I told them as I opened the door, finding one of the club girls pulling on her shirt, her hair still bed-messy, her black eye makeup smudged. “Morning,” I said, giving her a smile. “There’s coffee in the kitchen. To-go cups are in the cabinet right above it.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” she said, giving me a distracted smile before rushing out.

I looked around at the bunk beds, wondering who the hell had managed to get a woman to hook up in front of others.

“She slept above me,” Perish said, sitting up from his bunk, his head literally touching the bunk above him. “Alone,” he added.

“Losing your touch, big man?” I asked.

“She was wasted,” he said, shrugging a massive shoulder.

“How’d her shirt get off?” I asked.

“Tequila,” Perish said with a smile as he climbed off the bed, the metal frame groaning in relief.

Perish was a fucking continent of a man. I was half-surprised clothing manufacturers made shirts in his size. The man was big enough to wear a tarp.

“You said we gotta clean?”

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Callow, a battle-scarred ex-military turned outlaw biker, knows trouble when he sees it. So when he spots an underage girl about to leave a bar with the wrong crowd, instinct kicks in, and he steps in to stop her, then calls her mom, Sabrina, a fiercely protective single mother struggling to rein in her rebellious daughter, Daphne.

What he doesn’t expect is Daphne starting to shadow his every move—even straight into the line of fire when an arms deal goes sideways. Now, Daphne’s reckless behavior has made her a target for ruthless enemies aiming to take aim at the biker club.

But Daphne has her own agenda—playing matchmaker for her mom and the brooding biker she’s sure is the perfect man for Sabrina.

As danger closes in, Callow is determined to shield Sabrina and Daphne from the enemies closing in. Because he sees in them the family he never knew he wanted, but can no longer live without…

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CHAPTER ONE

Sabrina

“Okay, you got this,” I told myself as I stared at my apartment door with its crooked ‘6’ that refused to stay upright.

Whoever told us that the baby phase was hard must have been incredibly lucky to have produced offspring who, in their teen years, didn’t turn out to be mini versions of their own wild, moody, recklessness reinvented. With new slang that required its own dictionary. In a world that forced them to grow up just a little faster than the generation before.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, that baby phase was… a whole thing. I was pretty sure I didn’t sleep for a full year, running on jangling nerves and, as soon as she stopped nursing, double-shot coffees.

But at least the baby version of my daughter didn’t roll her eyes at me and shoot me glances that said she thought I was the most out-of-touch person in the entire world. Or use that voice on me. The one that suggested she’d rather be talking to anyone else. While also informing me I was an idiot. Without directly saying so.

This was one of those situations where most people would feel the need to apologize to their own mothers for putting them through this when they were young.

But my mom cut and run when I was ten, taking off to Europe to “find herself” when, in reality, all she did was leave me and my father behind.

Sure, I had been a bit of a nightmare youth, complete with my very own teenage pregnancy, whose music I could hear through the apartment door, despite telling her a dozen times not to play it so loud since, you know, we had neighbors. But there’d been no one to actually suffer from my teenage antics since my old man worked long hours then drank himself into oblivion afterward.

I once took a road trip in the middle of the school year to go visit a party college. He hadn’t even known I was gone.

So as I stood there, trying to get the nerve to go in and speak to my daughter, all I could do was remind myself that, hey, I turned out alright. Despite the years of attitude and antics.

I reached for the door, letting out a sigh as it turned in my hand before I even stuck the key in.

I had to mention at least a dozen times a week that she needed to remember to turn the locks.

To her, she was invincible.

To me, who’d narrowly escaped quite a few shaky situations with my own safety, all I could do was imagine all the horrific things that could happen to a young, pretty girl alone in an apartment with an unlocked door.

I was sure the true crime documentaries I binged at night when I couldn’t sleep weren’t exactly helping the whole situation.

The door caught on a pair of kicked off shoes that I reached down to set in the shoe organizer just behind the door, kicking myself for not stopping to get myself a coffee on the way home. It was already a long day. And it seemed like it was going to get longer.

How did one, objectively small, person create such a mess in so short a time?

Daphne had only been home for three hours yet shoes were scattered, books and notebooks were all over the coffee table along with three drinks, a bowl of colorful milk from cereal, and an open bag of chips.

I glanced over to the kitchen seeing, yep, the milk was still on the counter.

I made my way over, feeling it. Finding it cold, I stuck it back in the fridge, reminding myself to pick my battles.

I mean at least she clearly did her homework already. On a Friday afternoon instead of Sunday night when I would have to nag her about it, then struggle to get her out of the bed in the morning to get to school.

Really, I should have been suspicious of the work being done as I piled the books and notebooks up then took the dishes to the sink before making my way down the hall to my room.

I kicked out of my own shoes, then reached immediately for the belt that had felt like it’d been cutting off circulation since my—admittedly supersized—lunch.

What can I say? Work had been a nightmare. I’d been eating my feelings. But the uniform made the belt necessary.

I made my way to my closet, mildly resentful that I now heard my daughter’s words in my ear each time I reached for an article of clothing.

Apparently, the band tees that I got from actual concerts I’d attended when I was her age were ‘cringe.’

I still slipped one on. Along with my skinny jeans that she’d have to pry from my cold, dead fingers.

Feeling a little more myself, I finally made my way down the hall toward Daphne’s room, knocking on the door, but the music was too loud for her to hear me, so I moved in.

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Receiving the devastating news of his childhood best friend’s untimely death, Brooks's world is turned upside down as he finds he is charged with the task of settling Clay’s final affairs. In doing so, he uncovers a final to look after his friend’s little sister, Cali.

Cali, reeling from her brother’s sudden death, is spiraling in her grief, spending all her time seeking out experiences to numb the pain and silence the fear of being left all alone in the world.

When Brooks tracks her down, their worlds collide.

She resents his intrusion. He is frustrated by what he sees as a self-destructive streak.

Sparks fly as they clash, each unwilling to bend to the other’s will.

But as they spend more time together, old feelings reemerge, and their tension transforms into a different kind of heat. Amidst their growing attraction, unexpected and unsettling truths begin to surface, leaving them to suspect that Clay’s death might not have been a tragic accident after all.

As they try to navigate their intense new feelings, they must also work to uncover the truth behind Clay’s demise. Before the dangers of what brought them together tears them apart…

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CHAPTER ONE

Brooks

“Hey, Prez,” I called, waiting for Fallon to turn from where he was talking to Nave, one of the legacy kids, at the bar.

“What’s up?” Fallon asked, finishing his beer. It was almost eleven. I didn’t expect him to be around this late. Or for much longer for that matter.

“I need a couple of personal days off,” I said, gut twisting at having to make that request. I never took days off. Not in all the years I’d been a part of the club. Because, let’s face it, the prospects would go buck-fucking-wild without someone to keep an eye on them. Hell, they went buckwild even when I was around to try to rein them in.

“Personal days, ey?” Sully asked, glancing over at me from over his fanned hand of cards. A pile of chips sat in disarray in front of him, explaining the slumped shoulders of Callow and Dezi on the other sides of the table. “Didn’t know you had a personal life, man,” he teased. Lighthearted, easy-going.

Still, my gut twisted.

It wasn’t his fault.

He didn’t know.

None of them did.

I played my cards close to my vest.

And I didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

One, my past was no one’s business.

Two, it was easier to get respect out of the prospects when they didn’t know much about you.

Or, at least, that was what I told myself. Because it was easier than admitting that it was just too fucking hard to open up.

“Yeah, of course, man,” Fallon said, the line between his brows suggesting he was just as surprised as Sully was. “Everything okay?” he pressed.

Not remotely.

But that wasn’t his problem.

“It is what it is,” I said, shrugging.

“You got a set amount of time, or you just want to let me know when you’ll be back?” Fallon asked, picking up on something in my tone or posture.

No one in this club actually knew me.

But Fallon was as close as someone could get. As I would let anyone. Still, it wasn’t like we chatted about our hopes and dreams over cups of tea. I just spent more time talking to him than anyone else, so he knew when something was off about me where others might not pick up on anything.

“Definitely gonna need three days. Might need more than that.”

“Done,” Fallon said, nodding. “You need more, don’t sweat it. We have shit covered around here.”

“Thanks,” I said, nodding.

He nodded at Nave, then reached to put a hand on my shoulder as he led me out of the common room, leading us out into the balmy early summer night. “You need anything?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” I said.

“It’s an open-ended offer,” Fallon insisted. “Even if you just want someone to share a beer with.”

“Appreciate it,” I said, nodding.

“You heading out tonight?” he asked.

“First thing in the morning,” I said, not sure why I was pushing it off. It wasn’t like I was going to be able to sleep anyway.

Shit felt heavy enough.

Adding the weight of the night onto the situation just felt like it was going to make it worse.

“Okay. You got my number if you need anything. Don’t sweat shit around here.”

“Thanks,” I said, getting another nod from him before he moved off to his bike, still eager to get home to his woman and kids.

I watched him pull off, then stood there for a moment, staring off at the moonless sky for who knew how long. Until, suddenly, a car was pulling up to the curb out front, and a quartet of women spilled out. Short skirts, tight dresses, lots of pretty.

Club girls.

All smiles and giggles.

Eager to see what antics Sully was going to create.

All their happy contrasted with the hole that was punched in my chest, a vacuous thing, sucking in all the good, leaving nothing but the blackness and emptiness behind.

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Finn (Henchmen MC Next Generation #10) Read Online Jessica Gadziala http://www.ilovenovels.com/finn-henchmen-mc-next-generation-10-read-online-jessica-gadziala Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:24:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/finn-henchmen-mc-next-generation-10-read-online-jessica-gadziala Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Authors: Jessica Gadziala Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 78
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Haunted by the shadows of his own mind, Finn has no plans on getting involved with a woman. But Fate has other ideas in mind when a woman who was dragged to the clubhouse by her sister suddenly asks him to give her a ride home. Just as he was about to deliver her safely home, though, a threat materializes, causing damage to them both that bonds the unlikely pair together.While recovering physically, music becomes their refuge for their internal wounds, weaving an intimate connection between them. But the man who attacked Lexy is relentless in his pursuit, threatening to shatter the fragile sanctuary they've built.Fighting against both external threats and the internal struggles within Finn, they discover that love can be a powerful antidote to the darkness that surrounds them…* All books in this series can be read as standalones *

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Playlist

(best listened to in this order to understand Finn’s journey)

“Re-Arranged” - Limp Bizkit

“Millstone” - Brand New

“Down in a Hole (unplugged)” - Alice in Chains

“Hate Myself” - NF

“The Search” - NF

“It’s Been a While” - Staind

“Black” - Pearl Jam

“This Night” - Black Lab

“Save Me” - Jelly Roll

“Coal” - Dylan Gossett

“No Complaints” - Noah Kahan

“You Can’t Rush Your Healing” - Trevor Hall

“Riser” - Dierks Bentley

“Positive Charge” - The Gaslight Anthem

“From Eden” - Hozier

“Connect the Dots” - The Spill Canvas

“I Think I Love You” - ERNEST

“Alive with the Glory of Love” - Say Anything

“As Good as You Think I Am” - Ryan Hurd

“Still Ain’t Sick of Fucking You” - Wheeler Walker Jr.

CHAPTER ONE

Finn

“The fuck is that?” I grumbled, shooting up in bed, disoriented, not sure what exactly had woken me up.

My heart hammered as I sat, some part of me expecting to hear gunshots or something similar that might explain why my heart was racing and wedged up into my throat.

There was nothing for a long moment before the sound echoed through the clubhouse and toward my room again.

A woman’s scream.

I shot off the bed, reaching into my nightstand for my gun before I ran across my room and down the long hallway toward the common area, but found it empty.

Pulse pounding, I rushed toward the back door, yanking it open, the humidity slapping me in the face instantly as I finally found the source of the screaming.

The fucking pool.

The in-ground pool that Sully had somehow managed to talk Fallon and Brooks into putting in last spring. If I recall correctly, it was something he’d only accomplished because of a campaign that involved increasingly messy and annoying party games that he claimed he had to do because of said lack of a pool to entertain club girls with.

It started innocently enough with a whipped cream and chocolate sauce Slip-n-Slide. But somehow it devolved into a large kiddie pool filled with Jello. Then, of course, the now notorious sprinkler that was somehow rigged up to be filled up and squirting fucking margaritas. But something had been off in the recipe, and one of the ingredients had stained all the partygoers—including the bikers—red for fucking days.

That was the thing about Sully.

He could get his way without ever having to put his foot down or argue. Hell, he could have fun every step along the way.

Had he appeared at the club ten years earlier, I was pretty sure he and I would have been fast friends. I would have had a fucking ball participating in his asinine party games. And I damn sure would have enjoyed being in close proximity to his charming ways that made every pretty woman in a ten-mile radius flock to him.

That shit just… hadn’t appealed to me in a while.

I couldn’t tell you where or when the shift happened.

All I knew was that the young, carefree kid I used to be was long gone.

These days, I had to fight the urge to avoid the club as a whole, to hole up in my place, and avoid the world.

I want you to talk to someone, my mom had insisted last weekend when she’d dropped in on me because I’d backed out of dinner at my parents’ place for the third week in a row.

I guess I’d been wrong in assuming my absence wouldn’t be felt when Fallon was there with his entire litter of kids.

I’ve been trying not to pry, but I think we are beyond that now. I’m worried about you. I think you’re depressed.

Depressed.

I wanted to immediately brush that aside, to say there was nothing to be depressed about, that I had a good life by most standards.

But there was a niggling itch in my mind after she left that had me on my phone, doing some research, and concluding that you didn’t necessarily need a reason to be depressed.

No, it wasn’t, as was commonly stated, just a “chemical imbalance” in the brain. In fact, as extensively as it has been studied, no one has truly found one singular cause of it. Which was what made it so sneaky, so hard to treat.

Hell, even the meds only work fifty percent of the time for most people.

What did seem to help was medication, therapy, exercise, social outreach, and finding some sort of purpose.

That was what really had me thinking.

Because it did seem like the people around me who were happiest were the ones who had something they were passionate about. And the ones who had strong bonds.

Meanwhile, the more I withdrew into myself, the bigger the black hole I’d been slipping into got.

Which was why I was at the damn clubhouse when what I really wanted was to be home.

I was trying.

Baby steps.

I started running with the religiously active Sutton.

I was staying at the clubhouse.

I figured if this shit didn’t start to help, I could consider seeing someone, trying the meds out.

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Seth (Henchmen MC Next Generation #9) Read Online Jessica Gadziala http://www.ilovenovels.com/seth-henchmen-mc-next-generation-9-read-online-jessica-gadziala Tue, 08 Aug 2023 17:46:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/seth-henchmen-mc-next-generation-9-read-online-jessica-gadziala Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Jessica Gadziala Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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He was supposed to be focusing on his new businesses. But he couldn’t help it if the first client to walk through the doors was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

One who had a desperate need to learn to use a gun.
One who also wanted to rent out his guest house.
And who had three small kids she needed to protect from a past that seemed to be nipping at her heels even as they started to explore what was growing between them…

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CHAPTER ONE

Seth

“Are those titties all over your shirt?” Dezi asked, making me turn my head to see the shirt in question. Yet another in the seemingly endless collection of Hawaiian shirts owned by the club’s newest prospect, Sully.

Sully was ex-military, but didn’t have any of the typical outward signs that usually lingered. He had his brown hair longer than most of ours. He always had a relaxed posture. He did have some ink, but I didn’t think there were any military tats.

“Nice, right?” Sully asked, pinching the material to hold it out, so you could see all the various tits more clearly.

“Judging by the representation of all different types of tits,” Nave said, coming in from the kitchen with a mug of coffee, “I’m guessing that Billie gave that to you.”

“Did it come with a cock one too?” Dezi asked. “This is Billie we’re talking about here.”

“Just the tits and the note that All tits are good tits. To which… I concur,” he declared, getting a nod out of Dezi. “It was a birthday present,” he added.

Right.

Yeah.

That had gotten through the grapevine and back to me. Learning that his birthday was coming up, and that no one had anything planned, the girls had taken him out. To a strip club. Where they showered him with gifts, being their new favorite club member.

I got it.

He was seemingly all ease and affability. Not to mention his love of all things rom-com, eighties, and literally anything that had to do with women.

He was an easier pick for the girls than, say, Callow or Sutton. Sutton, the big, burly, fit Texan who was likely going to get his own club someday and head back home to start it, so it didn’t seem worth their time to start up a friendship with him. Then Callow, a little more serious, definitely older, he just wasn’t as willing to tag along when the girls wanted to do something, well, girly.

As for the other guys, Finn and Nave were family, and Brooks was like an honorary chronically frustrated-with-their-antics older brother. All of whom would be buzzkills if they wanted to get crazy or say raunchy shit.

So Sully was their new favorite toy.

Tit shirts included.

“I hear interesting things about a possible pussy shirt,” Sully added. “She said her ma has stock in the fabric or something.”

Yeah. My Aunt Peyton—not actually my aunt, but our family was just as much “found” as it was blood—was the pussy printed fabrics queen.

“Oh, look, a prospect standing around not doing any work,” Brooks said as he came in from the garage, carrying several packages.

“Hey, now, I did plenty of work this morning,” Sully claimed.

“What work?” Brooks asked, immediately skeptical.

“I drew up the plans for the pool.”

“We’re not putting in a pool,” Brooks said.

“But don’t you think we should?” Sully asked, giving Brooks a slow nod. “Pretty girls, bikinis… I’m seeing no downside here.”

“That’s actually not a bad point,” Nave agreed.

“Christ,” Brooks sighed, shaking his head as he walked away.

“Nice work,” Dezi said, offering his fist to Sully. “Frustrate him enough that he forgets to give you a job. That’s a page out of my playbook.”

The only job I ever remember Dezi volunteering to do was grocery shopping. And he’d spend the entire fucking budget on junk food, prompting Brooks to ban him from doing the task in the future.

Then, like the mention of actual work had summoned them, in walked Sutton and Callow, bodies sweaty and dirty from ripping out the fucking mint that Billie had planted in the back of the yard years ago. The mint had, as mint does, as she said it would, and claimed it was the reason she wouldn’t plant it at her own place, taken the fuck over.

Sutton glowered at Sully as he walked past, but everyone decided to stay silent about it. The tension was always palpable between those two, thanks to some beef they’d had when they were kids. Sutton was holding a grudge. Sully seemed calm and unaffected. And as a somewhat former shit-starter myself, I had to conclude that Sully was the guilty party and Sutton was the victim of whatever Sully had done.

Callow, however, just went behind the bar, grabbing two cold beers from the mini fridge, and holding one out to Sully as he smirked at the man’s shirt.

Callow, like Sully, had been in the military. And, clearly, the two had served together at some point. Which put Callow directly in the middle of the beef with his old friend and Sutton, who he’d gotten close to before Sully showed up.

Typically, he just stayed neutral.

And given how Sutton tried to avoid Sully, it was easy enough to do.

“Thinking about hitting the beach,” Sully said. “Anyone interested?”

“After I clean up,” Callow agreed.

“I’ve got nothing going on,” Nave said, nodding.

Dezi was going home to his woman, but likely stopping for donuts first, so they didn’t bother to ask him.

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Guilt was a foreign emotion to Voss.
Until the night his gut told him he needed to help a woman walking alone at night, but he didn’t.
Only to come back and find that the worst had come to pass.

Determined to make it up to her, he takes her in, helps her heal, protects her, and vows to make it right.

He never expected to start to have feelings for her.
Or that the threat was so much closer than either of them could have anticipated…

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CHAPTER ONE

Voss

“Who the fuck are you?” Brooks asked as I made my way down the hallway, coming into the opening of the common room to see who he was talking to.

And there he was.

A guy sprawled out in one of our chairs, drinking out of one of our coffee mugs, looking like he belonged there.

When I’d never seen his ass before.

And, clearly, Brooks hadn’t either.

He was tall with medium-brown hair that was a little longer than most of us kept ours. He had a sharp jaw and bright blue eyes in a face that anyone would call good-looking.

There was some ink peeking out from the neck of his shirt and maybe some on his arm. I couldn’t tell from far away.

The weirdest shit was what he was wearing.

A fucking pink Hawaiian shirt with little black palm trees all over it.

“Sully,” the man supplied, then took a sip of his—our—coffee. Casual as could fucking be.

“Okay. Let’s try this again,” Brooks said, tone deceptively calm.

The guys, they gave Brooks a bad rep sometimes. Mostly because he was always on their asses to do what they were supposed to be doing. What they missed was that was what made Brooks good at his job in the club. Being the heavy, while the president, Fallon, got to be a little more laid-back.

It had been a smart move on the president’s part to put an “outsider” in the position. He knew that since a good chunk of the brothers in the club were legacies, that having another legacy in a position above them might not be the best bet.

This kept shit fair.

As an “outsider” myself, I hadn’t seen Brooks let any of the legacies off just because they were related to the OG members of the club.

“Sure, go ahead, Boss,” Sully invited, giving him a smile that reminded me of some college kid on a beach. Despite him clearly being in his thirties.

“Why are you trespassing?” Brooks asked, tone just toeing the line of angry. “This is private property,” he added.

“Is it?” he asked, glancing around. “Might want to tell that to the half dozen or so pretty girls out front,” he said, pointing toward the front yard.

Pretty girls weren’t hard to come by in this club.

First, you had all the club princesses. Who saw the clubhouse as their own personal second home. Throwing all that untouchable pretty around.

Then there were, of course, the club girls. The ones who came to hang out because they had some kind of biker fetish and wanted to fuck one, or all, of us.

It was a Wednesday night, but that didn’t mean jackshit around these parts. Princesses and club girls came and went as they pleased.

Brooks, confused, and not getting anywhere, moved a few feet across the room to look out front.

“Did one of them invite you?” he asked, making me figure that meant it was the princesses since none of the club chicks would invite guys to the clubhouse.

“Nope,” Sully said, shaking his head as he reached his free hand out for the remote, casually clicking around on the TV.

Brooks glanced over at me, eyes going small in a very What the fuck? way.

“Did Fallon invite you?” he tried.

“Who is Fallon?” Sully asked.

A rumbling sound moved through Brooks’s chest then.

“Who invited you then?” he asked.

“I did,” Sully said, settling on some random 80’s movie on the TV.

“In that case… get the fuck out,” Brooks said, yanking the door open, and waving into the void.

“This is just getting to the good part,” Sully said, waving to the TV where the nasty-ass rich heiress went overboard and got amnesia.

As Brooks’s gaze slid to me, likely ready to tell me to escort our trespasser out, a woman moved through the door he was still holding open.

“Oh! Hey, so you met him,” Layna said, walking over toward Sully’s chair, and dropping her ass down on the arm.

“Did you invite him?” Brooks asked.

“No. He was here when I got here,” Layna said, reaching up to rustle his hair like they were the oldest of friends. “He’s cute. Can we keep him?” she asked.

“Angel face, I would consider myself a lucky man to be kept by you,” Sully shot back with that same surfer guy smile as before.

“Come on. Half of you guys are related to me,” Layna insisted, even though neither of us in the room were, and, technically, none of the brothers were actually related by blood to her. “Can we have a couple more touchable guys around?” she asked, still fingering the guy’s hair. “What do put in your hair?” she asked.

“Nice, right?” Sully asked. “And it smells like peaches and vanilla,” he told her, leaning his head closer as a silent invite to get a whiff.

Which she did.

“Layna, stop fingering the stranger’s hair,” Brooks demanded.

“Well, if you don’t like me fingering his hair, maybe he can—“ she started, wicked smile toying at her lips.

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New to Navesink Bank, Theo just wants to take advantage of the new opportunities given to her. And, under no circumstances, continue her cycle of getting involved with the wrong kind of men.

Then one night, Dezi walked into her bar with bad news written all over him.

Hot, charming, and homicidal.

Just her type.

But amongst her struggle to adjust to life in a new town and a string of “bad luck” that might not be bad luck, but something much more nefarious, she can’t help but start to have feelings for the food-obsessed biker who thought mini animals made the perfect gifts…

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CHAPTER ONE

Theo

“Theo, get your ass out here,” Toll called, making me roll my neck as I tossed my wrap down on the break table, only one bite taken out of it.

I should have known better than to try to eat during a busy shift. I’d naively thought the lull would last. I’d been bartending way too long to think that.

See, the thing was, Redemption wasn’t the busiest bar in town. That honor went to some place called Chaz’s that had been around for ages.

Redemption was new, and locals seemed torn between their loyalty to the old place, and their interest in the new one.

Despite the place having some badass renovations—no expenses spared—it somehow seemed to appeal mostly to, well, criminals.

“Hey lil’ mama,” a newly familiar, smooth, voice called as I pushed out the door from the back, still chewing my food. “Aw, did I interrupt your dinner?” he asked as I looked over at him.

“You and about twenty other people,” I said, seeing an almost full bar.

A few feet over, Toll was busting his ass to make drinks.

“What can I get you, A?” I asked, already reaching for a rocks glass because I knew what he wanted.

“Give me six of ‘em,” he said, nodding to my hand as I reached for the necks of two of the four bottles I was going to need.

A and his crew didn’t fuck around. They liked to slam Four Horsemen—Jim, Jack, Johnnie, and Jose, heavy on the pour and light on the ice—like they were water.

“Brought the whole crew tonight, huh?” I asked, setting up the glasses on the bar top that was still so new it looked like glass.

“Quarter of it,” he said, shrugging.

“Did you smuggle a pitbull puppy in again?” I asked, thinking that the one thing that could revive the night would be some puppy kisses.

“Nah, they’re onto me now, mama, gotta keep the cuteness at home,” he told me, passing me his card. I opened him a tab, then passed it back, taking the twenty he passed to me and slipping it to a bucket under the counter.

“Theo!” Toll called, making me sigh as I gave A a tired look then moved off to help Toll work through the crowd.

“That’s never not fucking impressive,” Toll said a few minutes later, when I’d managed to knock out everyone’s drinks in what felt like warp speed.

“I practically grew up behind a bar,” I said, shrugging. “And I don’t have a bum leg,” I added, kicking a stool over to him. “Sit your ass down.”

He was a stubborn ass and sensitive about the fact that he needed to take it easy. I mean, he was supposed to be using a cane, but he was being a big baby about it and hobbling around instead, using the bar itself for stability when his leg went wobbly.

I was still pretty damn new in town, so I didn’t have the whole inside scoop–and with how fast shit seemed to happen in Navesink Bank, I figured I might never fully catch up on the past—but from what I could tell, Toll was a part of a biker club, the same one that used to be run by the woman who owned the bar we worked in. He didn’t get injured on the job, but the injury he got meant that he couldn’t ride bikes anymore, and that meant he was out of the club.

Somehow, Danny, the owner of Redemption, also got ousted from the club. So when she got the bar going, she gave Toll a job he clearly needed after a lifetime of working for the bike club.

And on a normal night, Toll did just fine. Schmoozing the women, telling war stories with the other criminals around.

But on busy nights, he struggled. Which was why Danny had jumped on my resume that sported bartending experience in busy cities since I was eighteen years old.

“So long as you have no problem with me being a bitch to some of the customers, we shouldn’t have a problem,” I said, shrugging.

“Girl, I think they like that,” Danny said, smirking as she passed me the t-shirt that served as my uniform.

It was a simple black thing, cut a little tight, but I was used to that, with the word Redemption sprawled across the back in bold print.

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He left without a word years ago, making a fool of her and the love that she thought would last a lifetime. Well, he is finally back. And she plans to make him pay…
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VALEN

CHAPTER ONE

The Day He Left…

“What is with you and that phone today?” Layna asked, shaking her head at Louana as they sat on the padded floor in the gym, their gym clothes damp with sweat that had soaked their dark hair as well, leaving them exhausted still even after the rest of the class had recovered and filed out.

They’d been a bit over their heads, going up against more experienced and mostly male classmates in intense sparring battles.

But if there was ever a challenge, Layna and Louana were never ones to shy away from it.

“What? Nothing,” Louana had insisted, flipping it facedown. As if that would stop the urge to check it once again.

“Oh, bullshit. I saw you pull it out and check it when that Bear guy had you pinned to the ground,” Layna insisted.

Louana couldn’t deny that.

She’d done it.

In fact, she’d checked her phone so chronically since the night before that she’d almost drained the battery already.

There was no denying the lump in her stomach, something heavy and insisting she acknowledge it while she did her best to just try to make excuses for it.

Her current favorite was that it was there because she skipped breakfast before the gym.

Without letting herself admit the reason that she’d skipped breakfast in the first place.

He hadn’t called.

He hadn’t texted.

It had been complete radio silence for almost a full day.

A part of her wanted to scoff at that, at how needy and pathetic that was of her. Especially because she hated to think of herself as needy or pathetic when it came to the opposite sex. She’d been raised better than that, hadn’t she?

Never love a man more than you love yourself.

Those had been the sage words of Lo during one of the all-girls self-defense classes. It had been something she’d said before launching into a speech about that was how so many women ended up broken down from breakups or even possibly abused. Because they hadn’t been given the tools to learn to love themselves, to put themselves first, to never accept anything less than what they truly deserved from partners.

The problem was, Lo hadn’t said those words until it was too late.

She already did.

She loved him.

She even loved him more than she loved herself.

His joy was her joy. His pain was her pain.

And his silence?

It was the most deafening noise.

That pit in her stomach was growing by each passing moment without word from him.

She’d even caved right before class and texted him first. As much as she hated to seem that needy.

It was just… he always texted her. All day. All night. They hardly went an hour without some sort of exchange when they weren’t together.

A part of her, as sick as it was, was almost hoping that he had, like, broken his hand or something. Because that she could understand.

Radio silence?

For no reason?

No.

She couldn’t accept that.

“I just have plans with someone later, and they haven’t confirmed,” Louana said, shrugging, then quickly getting up off the mat even though every inch of her objected to the movement after too hard of a workout.

She needed to get up.

She needed to shower.

Then she needed to go to his house and make sure he was okay.

It was the only way that pit was going to stop growing, stop threatening to explode inside of her at any moment, leaving nothing in its wake.

She’d never been to his house expressly to see him.

Things were relatively new between them and she hadn’t wanted to be too public about things, given the circumstances.

But she knew where he lived.

Of course she did.

She was friends with his sister, Violet, after all.

And it was Vi who happened to answer the door, standing there in hamburger-printed pajama pants and a black tank top, holding a whole gallon of ice cream wrapped in a kitchen towl in her hand, the spoon still in her mouth as she pushed open the screen door.

“Lou, hey, what’s up? I didn’t miss the class today. I told Layna I wasn’t coming. PMS and men do not go together. I would have strangled one of those guys today.”

“What? Oh, no. It’s not that. It was a good class, though,” Louana told her, not wanting to seem too desperate to get to the point, knowing how bad it was going to make her look.

“Okay. What is it then?”

“Well, ah, I was actually here to see Valen,” Louana admitted, voice squeaky.

“Valen?” Vi asked, brows knitting. “He left.”

“Oh. Alright. Well, ah, when he gets back, can you tell him I was looking for him?” Louana asked, already moving back a step, feeling every bit the fool for showing up, for looking so desperate for a guy’s attention.

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