Catch (A Hell's Harlem Novel Book 3)

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  Catch

  Copyright 2019, J.M. Walker

  To everyone who was lucky enough to get their second chance…

  The series is over!!!!! *cries*

  When I started Greyson, I had every intention of making it just one book only. Yeah. Right. Get a clue, J.M. Seriously.

  But I am SO glad this turned into more books. Who doesn’t love a series right? Especially with Alpha, brooding but super loving men? I know I do.

  First off: My Jems. My readers. You all are what keep me going. Thank you so so much for taking a chance on me as always. I hope you enjoy the ride!!

  My Alpha and beta readers!! Angie, Jennifer and Christina! I couldn’t do this without you.

  My editor and proofreader: Joanne and Wendi. You girls are amazing. All of you. I couldn’t ask for a better team.

  Bloggers and authors. Thank you for always sharing my stuff. For putting up with my random posts. For just being so supportive no matter what it is that I write.

  And last but definitely not least, my hubby. He hates being acknowledged but he deserves it. I couldn’t do this without you at my side. Without your constant push to make me be a better person. We got this, baby!

  #WalkersTakeOverTheWorld

  Shattered Series

  Break Me

  Always Me

  Remember Me

  Torn Trilogy

  Possessed by You

  Revealed by You

  Perfected by You

  Bound by You

  Red (A Brett MacLean Duet)

  Parker Reed Series

  Heat

  Edge

  King’s Harlots Series

  Grit

  Stain

  Grim

  Rude

  Numb

  Rust

  Hell’s Harlem

  Greyson

  Tray

  Standalones

  One

  From Within

  Beautiful Pain

  On A Whim

  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 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

  BONUS EPILOGUE

  COMING SOON

  ABOUT

  Dear Readers,

  I got nothing.

  J.M.

  SHE WAS LEAVING me.

  Even though it was her parents who were taking her away and she had just turned seventeen, I still blamed her.

  Five years. Five years filled with passion, discoveries, and love. So much damn love. All for it to blow up right in front of my face.

  Even with her standing in front of me, I already felt disconnected from her. With her standing only a few inches away, it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered anymore. I was done. I would never forgive her for breaking my heart. For ripping the muscle right from the very chest it beat inside.

  “Marry me.”

  “We’re too young.”

  Rejection. It forced this newfound rage inside of me, I had never felt like this before.

  While I watched her drive away with her parents, I lit up a smoke and turned around. I never said goodbye because it hurt too much. I didn’t kiss her. I didn’t touch her. She left, and I did absolutely nothing.

  She left me, and I hated her for it.

  SCREAMS TORE THROUGH me. They became louder and louder, forcing a groan from somewhere deep inside me. My body buzzed. The tiny hairs on my skin tingled with each rough stroke of my hand. My grip tightened, the release I craved hovering on the edge of insanity as I jerked off to the sounds of sex coming from the other room.

  Pleasure seeped through the walls setting shame heavily on my shoulders.

  I shouldn’t have been listening. I shouldn’t even be in this room. I should have been upstairs in my own bedroom but no, instead, I’d holed up in one of the guest rooms in the basement so I could listen to my friends.

  I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, but when the moans and whimpers were followed by a deep chuckle, my dick stirred.

  My hand sped up. “Fuck.”

  The screams turned into moans.

  Grunts of pleasure. Groans of ecstasy. Muffled voices no doubt muttering dirty words.

  Pleading. Dominating. Begging.

  In my mind’s eye, I imagined that it was me in that room instead of her. I imagined that it was me on my knees, taking everything that he had to give me.

  My balls drew up into my body, the release hitting me hard and fast. I bit back a shout of his name, not needing that hanging over my head as well.

  Cum splashed onto my stomach and hand while I white-knuckled the shit out of the blankets beneath me. My fingers squeezed even harder on my cock, the pain turning into a dull roar as I continued to come at the thoughts of my friends having sex. God, I was sick and twisted. But it still didn’t stop me. I didn’t know what to do or even how to move on. I should leave. I should stay. Shit.

  Releasing my cock, I let out a slow breath, my heart hammering hard in my ears. What the hell did I just do?

  Sitting up in bed, I threw my legs over the edge and rubbed the back of my neck. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I took a deep breath and pushed off the bed before heading to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, rinsing off the shame that had weighed on my shoulders for the past several months.

  I had to get it together. I had to move on but, because of her, I couldn’t. I just wanted to be someone’s first choice and that pissed me off even more.

  Getting dressed, I grabbed my phone and keys. I needed to ride, and I needed to ride hard.

  Once I left the spare room, I quickly headed down the long hallway. No matter how much time I had lived at this oversized house, I could never get used to how big it actually was. With over eight bedrooms and even more that could be used as spares whenever parties were thrown, you could fit the next town over in this place.

  Each hall had been lined with pictures. Old members of the Hell’s Harlem Motorcycle Club. New members. New babies. We were one big happy fucking family.

  “Catch.”

  I jumped, spinning on my heel, and found Greyson Mercer, the President of Hell’s Harlem, coming toward me.

  “You leaving?” He checked his phone. “We have a meeting in ten minutes.” His deep blue eyes met mine. “Or did you forget?”

  “No. I didn’t forget,” I lied. The truth was, I had hoped no one would notice that I was missing but being the vice-president and Greyson’s best friend, my disappearance wouldn’t have gone unnoticed.

  “I need you.” He clapped my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Eve tells me that you’ve been helping her with Jaron when I can’t.”

  “Uh … yeah.” I shrugged.

  “Thank you.” He released me and took a step back. “I can’t thank all of you enough for taking him in as your own.”

  “He’s family.” Jaron was almost three and the cutest fucking kid ever. With the grayest eyes I had ever seen and those damn dimples he would surely have ladies dropping their panties at his feet when he got older.

  “I appreciate it.” Greyson let out a heavy sigh. “After everything that happened …” He shook his head, giving me a soft smile.

  “I get it, brother.” We had lost so many over the years. Trixie and John Butcher being the hardest to deal with. The married couple had been in our lives for as long as I could remember and were murdered at the hands of evil himself.

  “How are you and Tray getting along?” Greyson asked, heading down the stairs to the main floor with me hot on his heels.

  “We’re fine.” And we were but it still didn’t stop me from jacking off to the sounds of him having sex with his wife. I was a sick bastard.

  “Good.” Grey gave a loud whistle, rounding everyone up, and made his way into the large room where the meetings were always held.

  “Catch.”

  Sunny and Shade stood on either side of me.

  “You think you can introduce us to that Georgia Peach you keep going on about?” Sunny Harrison asked me, clapping my shoulder. r />
  “I’m itching for a taste of some new fruit,” Shade Allen, formally known as Roy, added. “I’m bored.”

  “Uh … I think she’s taken.” Not that I knew for sure though because I hadn’t talked to her since Tray and I both shared her. We had gone for a ride, stopped at a tattoo shop, and I had one of the best nights of my life. But that was in the past and also several years ago.

  “Damn.” Shade let out a heavy sigh. “Guess we’ll have to find something else, brother,” he told Sunny.

  “Guess so. Too bad.” Sunny winked at me. “We could have given her a good time too. Probably better than you and Tray.”

  I scoffed. “No one’s better than us.” Before he could respond, I entered the meeting room and sat at one of the spots beside Greyson.

  “You good?” Grey asked, punching some buttons on his cell phone.

  “Yeah.” I wished he’d stop asking that. I nodded toward him. “Since when did you start using your phone so much?” Greyson hated technology. He would rather handwrite everything. Call it paranoid but he had always said that you could burn that shit. It was less proof that way.

  “Eve wants me to start using it more, but I hate these smartphones. I can’t figure them out.” He frowned.

  “Well, all you need them for really is to text Eve and us.” I sat forward. “It’s not like you have any other friends.”

  Greyson rolled his eyes. “Right, fucker.”

  I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck just as the rest of the guys strolled in. Tray sat on the other side of Greyson, the scent of spicy body wash wafting into my nose. I was thankful he didn’t smell like sex.

  Clearing my throat, I scrubbed a hand down my face. I needed to get it together. He was married. I had to stop lusting after the guy. After spending a few months messing around, he met his girl and the rest was fucking history. But it didn’t stop me. Not one bit. I needed to get laid.

  “What’s going on?” Tray asked as Penny jumped onto his lap. She was the club cat. With only three legs after getting hurt when she was just a kitten, Greyson adopted her and brought her home with him. She was technically his, but we all took care of her.

  “Things are quiet, and it’s making me twitchy.” Greyson rubbed his neck, leaning his head from side to side, which we all had come to learn meant he was stressed about something.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked. “Are Eve and Jaron fine?”

  “Yes.” Grey blew out a slow breath. “Thank fuck for that. You know, he’s three but it hasn’t made it any easier. Eve still worries over him.”

  A round of grunts sounded throughout the room.

  After getting kidnapped by her psycho ex, Greyson kept Eve and Jaron close by. He was overprotective before but now he was worse. We all were.

  “That makes sense. If it were Bee …” Tray’s voice trailed off. His daughter was his life.

  “Meet Beatrix Jon Lister.” Tray handed the tiny bundle to me.

  “Beatrix?” My voice cracked.

  “Fuck.” Greyson went to Zillah and wrapped her in a hug as best he could without hurting her. She was still in the hospital bed after being in labor for what I was sure felt like days.

  She laughed lightly. “Don’t start getting all emotional on me. It’ll ruin your rep.”

  He chuckled. “You have a good woman, Tray.”

  “I do.” Tray went back to his wife’s side.

  “Hi, Bumble Bee,” I said to the small little girl. She was only a few hours old. So fresh. So new. So damn pure and innocent. “I promise to protect you from the evils of this world. You will have uncles who will look out for you and cousins who will do the same as well.” I placed a soft peck on her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her fresh baby scent.

  “All of us will protect you.” Greyson came up on my other side. “Can I hold her before my wife steals her?”

  I handed him Bee.

  “Hey!” Eve came into the room. “I heard that, ass.”

  He laughed. “You see what we put up with, Bee?” he asked the tiny bundle in his arms. “But don’t worry. We’ll raise you not to be crazy like these women.”

  Eve rolled her eyes, smacking him gently on the arm. “You can have your fill.” She looked at Bee longingly.

  “Are you guys considering another one?” Tray asked, sitting beside Zillah on her bed.

  A knowing glance passed between Greyson and Eve, but they never said any more on the subject.

  That had been almost a year ago. Greyson and Eve were pregnant, but she had lost the baby. I felt bad for them, but they refused to dwell on it and gave Jaron their full attention instead.

  “You’re thinking.” Greyson pointed at me. “I don’t like it when you’re thinking. Women think. I swear you’re just as bad as them.”

  “I was remembering. Not thinking.” I sat forward. “Tell us why you set up this meeting,” I said instead, trying to change the subject.

  “Fine.” Greyson stood and began pacing. “Nothing is happening. Nothing is going on. And it’s driving me fucking crazy. Demitry even asked how things were. He was shocked no shit had landed on our doorstep.”

  Demitry Bloom had been the former president of Hell’s Harlem. He put Greyson in charge of cleaning up their shady past.While we were good little boys for the most part, sometimes we slipped.

  “Well, the mayor wanted us to show up at the animal shelter last time,” Tray said. “Has he made any requests?”

  Greyson shook his head. “No.” He met Tray’s gaze. “But now that your father in-law is Nero Wolf, something isn’t sitting right with me.”

  “What are you saying?” Tray frowned.

  Nero, or Shadow to most people, was Tray’s wife’s father. He was the president of Mayhem’s Revenge and lethal as fuck.

  “Word on the street is that Mayhem is now dealing with weapons.” Greyson turned toward us. “I know Zillah wants nothing to do with that life but—”

  “You want her to see if she can find out information on it?” Tray added.

  Grey nodded.

  Ever since Zillah met Tray and had their daughter, she stopped working at her father’s shop and worked at ours instead.

  “I’m not sure if she’ll be up for that, but I can ask.”

  “I thought they were like us and wanted to keep their noses clean too,” I said, confused as hell as to why they would even consider dealing in weapons.

  “You know as much as I do.” Greyson sat back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just keep an eye out. All of you. I don’t know what’s going on but it’s quiet, and I don’t deal well with quiet.”

  It made all of us antsy. It was the calm before the storm and shit.

  Greyson tapped the gavel against the table. “Go. Have fun. It’s Saturday. Do whatever you want. Party’s later, but right now I need my wife.”

  While everyone left the meeting room, I stayed back.

  “Something wrong?” Greyson asked once we were alone.

  “I don’t know.” I moved to the window, staring out into the driveway in front of the large house.

  “You’re feeling it too.” Grey clapped my shoulder. “We’ll deal with this shit. Whatever it is.”

  I could only nod. Were we being paranoid? Maybe so, but after losing those we loved, it made sense to be a little extra cautious. I just prayed nothing else happened. I wasn’t sure if we could handle any more loss.

  THIS SUCKED. THIS sucked a whole fucking lot.

  My car sputtered, smoke billowing out from under the hood.

  “Why me?” I whined, dropping my head against the steering wheel. This day started out shitty and now it was ending shitty. I sighed, turning off the engine.

  Leaving the vehicle, I went around to the front and popped the hood. Not that I knew what I was looking for, of course. The smoke wafted into my face, making me cough. I waved a hand in front of my face, not sure what was wrong with my car. I only had it for a year but clearly, even the newest of cars could still have issues.

  I let out a string of curses that would have my parents rolling over in their graves.

  Dropping the hood, I grabbed my backpack and purse out of the back seat and shut the door. I checked my phone. The battery was almost dead but hopefully I could find a motel quick enough that I could charge it. A sliver of fear trembled down my spine.