K E Osborn ADDICTIVE The Houston Defiance MC Series Book 2 K E Osborn Copyright 2020 K E Osborn All Rights Reserved This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders. Disclaimer: The material in this book contains graphic language and sexual content and is intended for mature audiences, ages 18 and older. There is content within this book that may set off triggers click here for help. ISBN: 978-0648718482 Book design by Swish Design & Editing Editing by Swish Design & Editing Proofreading by Swish Design & Editing Cover model by Alex Michael Turner Photography by Reggie Deanching RplusMphoto Cover design by Designs By Dana Cover Image Copyright 2020 All Rights Reserved My past was destructive. It haunts my dreams. The moment I embraced my addiction, I knew my life would change dramatically. As the VP of the Houston Defiance MC, my job is to stand tall. Contain the demons clawing from the inside, begging to escape from within. But when I embrace my bloodlust, nothing can tame my wrath. Zero took me in as part of his family - a bond unbreakable. I should care about the no-touch rules. And the fact they are in place on his sister. But the draw to Prinie is addictive, destructive, exhilarating. And I am all too aware that I'm dangerous. She needs to see that too. Her brother loathes the idea of us. Honestly, I put up a fight too. But maybe fighting my addiction to her is impossible? When chaos strikes the club, we'll turn to each other. But chaos can just as easily rip us both to shreds. From International Bestselling Author KE Osborn comes the second book in the Houston Defiance MC Series. To Diana. For always giving me your most utmost and humble opinions. For always telling me the truth with respect and admiration. Those are your words—now these are mine. Thank you for believing in me, for telling me exactly how it is—how I need to do better, how I must improve. Without you, my stories would not be in the shape they are in, and I say that with all honesty. I can’t imagine going on this journey without you. You might be my alpha reader, but you are also a dear, dear friend. I love you. For your convenience, below is a list of terms used in this book. Any questions, please do not hesitate to contact the author. Cage—Automobile, truck, van - not a motorcycle Cut—Vest with club colors Duck-walk—Navigating into parking space using your feet Hammer Down—Accelerate quickly The Heat—Police Blurb Dedication A Note to the Reader Table of Contents Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Epilogue Acknowledgments Connect With Me Online About the Author — K E Osborn WRAITH Twelve Years Ago My body feels heavy. It’s still not recovered from everything it’s been through in the past twenty-four hours. Mother’s last client was particularly brutal, and my body now aches in ways I didn’t know it could. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole, that I could disappear into a different kind of hell than the one I’m currently residing in day after never-ending day. My muscles throb, making it hard for me to sleep as I attempt to relax on the tattered worn-out sofa. Resting is never easy when you’re nervously waiting for the next client to walk through those doors—and there will be a next one and another one after that. I’m zoning in and out—completely exhausted from the hell that’s coursing through my veins. Fluttering my eyes trying to stay awake, knowing, waiting, panicked, my body starts to uncoil. Then someone grips my bicep. My eyes shoot open. No, not again! My mother stands beside me, her fingers grasped tightly around my arm, a syringe in the other while my heart pummels in my chest. I shake my head. I can’t do this. Not now. Not ever again. So, I push back, her hard eyes glaring at me. “C’mon, Talon, I have someone dropping by in fifteen, I need you dealt with.” Mother lunges, thrusting the full syringe at my bare flesh. My tired muscles pull and ache with the strain as I grip her hand, effectively stopping her. She lets out a low growl, trying to force me to do what she needs. “Talon, you little shit, don’t fight me, or I’ll let the next guy do his fucking worst. You hear me!” Something snaps inside of me. The innocent teenage boy breaks at those few words. All I see is a red haze and an absolute need to get out of this situation. My fingers tighten on her hand, shoving it away from me. She yelps in pain as the syringe flies off to the side and lands on the floor. I’ve found my strength. Mother’s eyes meet mine, so
