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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)

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Nothing above the Kings, especially not a single mom pinned down by a drunk man in a bar.
Anarchy reigns.
Smoke a little smoke, drink a little drink, and live life one ride to the next.
Freedom Falls, Alabama is either the safest place to live or the most dangerous, depending on one’s view of the Kings of Anarchy MC.

Tucker “Mellow” Bostic is a hot-headed, alpha male who doesn’t back down from a challenge. He’s traveled the world finally calling the gulf coast home. Life for him is all things Kings and anarchy reigns supreme.

Lucy Coe is a single mom trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. A call from her ex lands her in a bar cornered by a stranger and frozen in fear. That is how she meets a man who is anything but mellow regardless if that is what everyone keeps calling him.

She never expected this one meeting would change her life forever. With her world covered in chaos, she finds calm in the arms of the VP of the Kings of Anarchy MC and Mellow finds a woman who manages to tame the beast inside him.

*Each book in the Kings of Anarchy Alabama series is a full-length romance novel. This is a series of interconnected stand-alone books inside the Kings of Anarchy shared world. See the Kings of Anarchy site for a full list of participating authors. This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain

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KINGS OF ANARCHY MC: FREEDOM FALLS, ALABAMA

President – Damian “Chux” Masters

Vice President – Tucker “Mellow” Bostic

Secretary – Juan Carlos “Gainz” Rivera

Treasurer – Nathan “Grit” Rockwell

Sergeant at Arms – Derek “Shaft” Minor

Road Captain – Aidyn “Stunt” Williams

Enforcer – River “Looney” Jones

Tail Gunner – Ledger “Riot” Masters

Chaplain – Paul “Saged” Steiner

Additional members – Zane “Nitro” Fletcher

Chase “Fresh” Davis

Jackson “Dodge” Stillwater

Gage “Dice” Wilson

Prospects – AKA Dipshits

Nero Oliver

Dawson Blue

Ace Prescott

ONE

LUCY

I shouldn’t be here. The thought runs through my head for the hundredth time as I push open the heavy wooden door of Black Rose Tavern and step inside. The smell hits me first—beer, overpowering perfume mixed with cologne, and something fried in old oil. It’s loud, too. Music humming through old speakers, the clack of pool balls, men laughing too hard.

My fingers tighten around my purse strap. This was a bad idea.

What choice did I have? My ex called, making it known he found me again, and wants to discuss our child. I can’t ignore it. He will chase me out of this town and I’ve finally found footing again. As much as I want to, I can’t run forever. The life I have given to Quinn isn’t the one I dreamed of. Two years of moving, two years without stability, I can’t keep it up. She needs to make friends and keep them.

Which is why he called, I answered, and I’m walking into a dive bar like I know what I’m doing, even as every instinct in my body screams against this.

I glance around the bar, scanning the space, taking in all the faces. None of them are familiar—truckers maybe, a few locals, some rough-looking guys in worn denim and leather. Those I know as Kings of Anarchy Motorcycle Club because they come in to the diner I work at sometimes and frequent the ice cream shop I have a second job at. A couple women sit near the bar laughing loudly with a group of men. They are dressed for the night out while I’m considerably covered up. The more I look around, the more my anxiety climbs. He isn’t here.

I check the time on my phone. Seven twenty-three. He said seven. I didn’t see his car in the parking lot and purposely waited to make sure he would already be here. And he’s not.

My stomach twists. Typical. He is playing games with me as usual.

A bartender with a gray beard wipes down the counter and nods in my direction. “You meeting someone, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I remark, forcing a polite smile as I step closer. “My ex. He said he’d meet me here.”

“What’s your name?” He ask still wiping down the bar top.

“Lucy,” I respond hoping maybe this will help somehow.

The man snorts softly like he’s heard that story before. “Well, honey, you can wait if you want, but I ain’t seen anyone come in looking for a Lucy.”

Great. I exhale slowly and slide onto a stool anyway. “Can I just get a soda?”

He pours one without asking questions and pushes it toward me. I wrap both hands around the glass, letting the cold seep into my fingers. Maybe Clint’s late. Maybe he got stuck in traffic. Maybe—My phone buzzes interrupting my thoughts.

My heart jumps as I grab it. Unknown number.

I answer quickly. “Hello?”

A slurred voice comes through the speaker. “Lucy?”

I stiffen as instincts kick in. Tension rolls through me as my body prepares to take the brunt of whatever comes next. Abuse is a funny thing like that. Even with years away, my body reacts like I am back in the grips of his violence once again. I thought I was strong enough to face him. I was wrong. Based on this phone call alone, I am not ready to do this. Now, I’m going to have to work things out to move again. He’s too close.

“Where are you?” He asks speaking clearly suddenly.

“I’m here,” I say carefully. “At Black Rose. Like you said.”

A long pause. Then a laugh. “Yeah, about that. I ain’t gonna make it tonight.”

For a moment I don’t breathe. “You asked me to meet you,” I respond delicately because everything inside me is screaming that I mixed it up. This is my fault. Old habits die hard.

“Relax,” he states like we are friends. “We’ll figure out something later.”

Anger flares in my chest. “You said it was about Quinn.”

“Yeah well,” he mutters, “I’ve been thinking we need to work out visitation.”

My stomach drops. “You can’t just decide that after two years. When I left you told me to take off and not to look back. You even said she wasn’t yours.” I leave off the part where he specifically told me if I did stay close he would kill me in front of our daughter to teach her a lesson about leaving.

His tone turns sharp. “Don’t fuckin’ say that shit. She’s my kid too. You keep popping off and around, can’t find you, and I want to see her. You got off clean, Lucy. That’s bullshit. Taking off and making me chase you like a fucking dog wanting a bone. Ain’t got a taste for you right now. Just wanna see my daughter.”

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Property of Riot (Kings of Anarchy Alabama #2) Read Online Chelsea Camaron http://www.ilovenovels.com/property-of-riot-kings-of-anarchy-alabama-2-read-online-chelsea-camaron Wed, 07 Jan 2026 10:40:49 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/property-of-riot-kings-of-anarchy-alabama-2-read-online-chelsea-camaron Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Authors: Chelsea Camaron Series: Kings of Anarchy Alabama Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 63608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)

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Nothing above the Kings. Anarchy reigns.
Smoke a little smoke, drink a little drink, and live life one ride to the next.
Freedom Falls, Alabama is either the safest place to live or the most dangerous, depending on one’s view of the Kings of Anarchy MC.
Ledger “Riot” Masters is as bold, broody, and rough around the edges as they come. He has one Kings of Anarchy MC. If it isn’t for the club, about the club, or within the club, he has no energy for it.
Kelly Ringle is a small-town girl enjoying every day to its fullest. She isn’t ready for anything serious. Good thing Riot understands this and they have an agreement that fits both of their lifestyles.
Tragedy strikes, her memories are gone, including every touch she shared with Riot. Some things aren’t treasured until they are gone. He sees clearly what he wants now, and it’s a life with her. If only he can make her see what they had was good, but what he’s willing to give her in the future is even better.
The problem, her accident is anything but an accident. The Kings are determined to find out who is behind it before Kelly loses more than memories. The threat is present. No one wants her to lose her life, most especially Riot.
Passion is one thing, love is another, but the loyalty to endure the good and bad together is what makes forever work. The Kings of Anarchy rally together behind Riot to show Kelly what family is all about

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Prologue

Kelly

Riot’s mouth is on my throat, hot and possessive, and God help me, I melt for him every single time.

The dim light of my apartment flickers from the hallway lamp, casting shadows across his shoulders as he pins me gently—yes, gently, as if he’s terrified of pushing too far—against the wall. His hands bracket my hips, warm and rough, sliding up my sides like he already knows the way to unravel me. Because he does.

“Kelly…” he murmurs, voice low and sinful, his breath brushing my ear.

My fingers lace around the back of his head, tugging him closer. It’s instinct now, muscle memory, a gravitational pull I pretend I don’t understand. He kisses me like he’s starving. Like he hasn’t had his mouth on me every chance he gets.

The heat between us sparks fast, too fast, the kind that should terrify me, but instead makes my knees go weak. I feel myself arch into him, feel the quiet growl he gives back. The promise in it. The warning of the intensity yet to come.

This—whatever this is between us—always burns bright, always feels like the beginning of something neither of us will admit out loud because it might just fizzle out if we accept it.

That’s why I have to say it.

I drag my mouth away from his, breathing hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. His forehead rests against mine, his breath ragged, his hands still gripping me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.

“Riot…” I whisper, swallowing the emotion trying to rise. “Don’t fall in love with me,” I remind him like we haven’t been doing this same dance for months.

His eyes open slowly, dark and unreadable. There’s a flicker—hurt, surprise, something warmer—before he masks it with his familiar broody calm.

“We said we were keepin’ it simple,” he mutters, brushing his thumb over my hip. “I remember.”

“No strings,” I say, trying to sound stronger than I feel. “Just… fun.” It’s more of a reminder to myself, but I’ll never tell him this.

He pauses.

Just a beat.

His jaw ticks.

But he nods. “Fun,” he repeats, though the word sounds like it tastes wrong on his tongue.

He lifts me easily, carrying me toward the bedroom with that slow, controlled confidence that always makes my stomach flip. My legs wrap around him automatically, a soft gasp escaping me when his body presses to mine.

“Long as we’re clear,” he says, voice low and rough as he lays me back on the bed. “This is what we agreed.”

I give him a smile that feels thinner than I want it to. “Good,” I lie, because it’s safer that way. “We’re on the same page.”

He studies me for a second too long, like he’s searching for something I’m not ready to give. Something I’m terrified he’ll see. Then he kisses me again, slow at first, deepening until the world goes warm and blurry and beautifully uncomplicated.

His hands slide over me, steady, tender in a way I crave. He moves against me like he knows every thought I haven’t said, every place I need him most. And as our breaths tangle and the room fades around us, I almost forget the rule I insisted on.

Almost.

Because the way he says my name?

The way he touches me like it means something?

The way my heart stumbles in my chest?

If either of us falls first, it’s going to hurt.

So I close my eyes, hold onto the heat, the closeness, the illusion of safety.

Just fun.

Just once more tonight.

Just us.

Not love.

Definitely not love.

No emotions, not even fondness. Physical connection.

Release.

That is what I’m holding onto.

Even if—somewhere deep down—I already know I’m lying.

As he enters me, his thick shaft stretching me in the most amazing way possible, I have to get my head and heart out of this. My body takes over, desire, want, need even taking over as all thoughts of how good this is and how much better it might be if I dared to let it go away as my body climbs higher and higher with every thrust.

* * *

Riot

Three Days Later

Kelly tastes like sugar and feels like trouble in my hands. Familiar and unique at the same time. Then again, this is our song and dance. The one we repeat regularly.

Her back hits the wall with a soft thud, her soft little gasp punching straight through my chest. I’ve had her like this more times than I should admit—pressed between my body and something solid, nowhere for her to go but closer—but it never hits my gut any less.

Every time feels like a first time. When has it ever been like this for me?

Never.

Her fingers curl into the leather of my cut, tugging me down to her. She kisses like she does everything else in life—full send, no hesitation, no halfway. Her mouth opens, warm and sweet, and for a second I forget who the hell I am.

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Property of Chux (Kings of Anarchy Alabama #1) Read Online Chelsea Camaron http://www.ilovenovels.com/property-of-chux-kings-of-anarchy-alabama-1-read-online-chelsea-camaron Wed, 19 Mar 2025 15:58:16 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/property-of-chux-kings-of-anarchy-alabama-1-read-online-chelsea-camaron Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Chelsea Camaron Series: Kings of Anarchy Alabama Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)

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Nothing above the Kings, especially not a random broad.
Anarchy reigns.
Smoke a little smoke, drink a little drink, and live life one ride to the next.
Freedom Falls, Alabama is either the safest place to live or the most dangerous, depending on one’s view of the Kings of Anarchy MC.
Damian “Chux” Masters never backs down. The club is his entire being. With Chux and the Kings focused on keeping control of the only deep water port in the Gulf, he doesn’t see her coming.
Alaina Vasiliev is as sweet as the pastries she makes in her bakery. Her life is simple and scheduled. Nothing about her ever steps outside of the lines of law.
When his world is dropped at her front door, she’s brought into a level of chaos she never imagined.
Loyalty is tested as a single box brings two opposites together with an undeniable attraction. He wants nothing more than to get down and dirty with the innocent woman. She wants nothing more than to run far and fast from all things Kings.
Fate forces her to lean on him opening her eyes to a passion she has never experienced before.

*This is not an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain. Will contain strong language, violence, and adult situations. May contain dark themes

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CHAPTER 1

DAMIAN

The thick haze of cigar smoke curls around me, mixing with the neon glow and the scent of cheap perfume. Bass thumps through the air, vibrating the worn leather of the booth where I sit, my legs stretched out, my boots planted firm against the sticky floor. Mellow’s laughter cuts through the music as he leans back beside me, a fresh whiskey in one hand, the other tossing a few crumpled bills onto the stage in front of us.

"Shake that ass, pretty," he calls out, grinning at the brunette twisting her body around the pole like a cat who caught the canary. She obliges, arching her back and dragging one manicured hand over her barely covered tits, her eyes locked onto the dollars like they are the only thing that matter. In a place like this, maybe it is.

The Velvet Hall is a neon-lit hellhole of sin and excess, exactly how we like it. Dark red walls, black leather booths, and a stage lined with flashing LED lights that bathe the dancers in a glow that makes their skin shimmer. The scent of liquor, sweat, smoke and sex clings to everything—thick and potent, a signature smell of bad decisions. It’s anything but a classy joint. It doesn’t have to be. It is one of many Kings of Anarchy businesses, and for us, any business is simply another pawn in a game no outsider can understand.

I take a slow, deep drag from my cigar, the rich smoke puffing out one exhale at a time. The club is buzzing, Kings spread cover the expanse of the space, each getting their fill of liquor, lap dances, and loud talk. It's a good night, the kind where the business runs smooth, the club’s pockets get fatter, and I don’t have to think too damn hard about all the ways shit could go sideways.

This place, The Velvet Hall, isn’t just a strip club—it’s a piece of the empire we’ve built. A money filter, a playground, and a meeting ground for business deals that need dim lights and lesser morals. The cash we run through here keeps our bigger operations clean, washes out the dirt of our real work. Drugs, guns, protection—none of that touches this place directly. But the money? It moves through these walls like blood through veins. Cash enterprises help keep things undercover where they belong.

Konstantin Vasiliev owns the place on paper, but we run it. How we got into business with the coy Russian behind the front is complicated. We have a symbiotic relationship. It works because it has to. So long as he keeps his nose out of our real business, we don’t have a problem. We stay out of his way and he stays out of anything else Kings.

I watch the dancer drop to her knees, crawling toward me with a smirk on her red-painted lips. She's new—too fresh-faced for this life, but she's got the moves down. Her floss thong slides through her pussy lips making me think about what my tongue would be like between her legs.

"You look like a man who needs a little stress relief," she purrs, fingers tracing along my thigh.

I chuckle, taking another drag of my cigar before flicking ash into the tray on the table beside me. "You got a cure for that, sweetheart?"

Her lips curve, her body moving like silk as she shifts closer. "For the right price, I got a cure for everything."

Mellow laughs, tossing another wad of cash at her. "I like this one, Pres. She’s got some hustle."

I nod, but my mind’s not on the girl anymore. My eyes scan the club, taking in the scene. Gainz and Riot are at the bar, two girls draped over them, giggling as the brothers whisper the filthiest shit they can come up with into their ears. I know them and the way they talk to women, no doubt in my mind what that conversation is over there. Looney is in the corner, watching the crowd like he always does—quiet, calculating, the way I need him to be. Mellow is my VP and honestly the reason we have our own charter. Even though the vote came through for me as President, he came from Southern California, our founding charter. Needing to change from that California life, he went nomad before deciding working a shipyard in an unknown port in Alabama was going to give him the quiet life he always wanted, but didn’t have in California.

After getting rattled around by two too many IEDs overseas, I got out of the Marines and settled down in Freedom Falls, Alabama. Working at the largest ship yard in the south, I found the port life suits me. Twelve hour shifts covering a business of over ninety-eight billion dollars in imports and exports is where I found my place in this world. The structure of a ship yard fascinates me. In time, Mellow and I were working together in supervisor positions. His connections back in California to the Kings opened a whole new world to me. Riding as buddies on weekends, I didn’t think I would be a brother in a motorcycle club, much less a president one day. Yet here I am. Our little duo became a trio when my baby brother Riot came back from his time in the sand box and decided to join us in the Falls. In time, we had a group of ten riding together and working at the yard.

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