The Deal

the deal A BLACK COYOTES MC SERIES RUBY FARRELL BLOOM Note: This book contains adult scenes and language that some readers may consider offensive or triggering. This book is for adults only, please store this book accordingly, to prevent it being accessed by under-age readers. Copyright © 2023 by Ruby Bloom. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted electronically, hard copy, photocopying or recording or any other form without permission from the author, except for brief quotations for book reviews. This is a work of fiction, characters, names, places and incidents that resemble anything in real life is purely coincidental. contents Epilogue to The Taste/ Prologue to The Deal Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue To The Deal / Prologue to the Vow Acknowledgments The darkness had eyes. Carmelo stood in the darkness, the air was cool, still. He peered over his shoulder, knowing he shouldn’t be looking, but unable to resist. It was quiet, not silent, but hushed, a reverent quiet. He wasn’t alone, he stood with many other people. He felt someone’s jostling shoulder next to his, just a light bump as they stood, slightly restless with the anticipation of the day. The darkness smelled sweet. Roses. He turned his head, and yes, the grungy concrete wall had bunches of beautiful pink roses on it. Paired with pale green eucalyptus and white little baby’s breath. He could see them in the gloom because there were candles on the wall, also, as if it was a medieval crypt. Lighting the way forward. People held some, too, casting small pockets of a soft, warm glow in the heavy darkness and as people moved slightly, the light danced and flickered. Carmelo turned to the front and saw the flash of the whites of eyes up ahead. The darkness held something that glinted. Cold steel. A blade. He heard a rustling and peered back again. Sophie. She stepped forward, tentatively. She could be seen, even in the darkness. It was so still and quiet, Carmelo heard her take a sharp breath in. She was walking right to him. Carmelo felt his heartbeat in his body watching this unfold. She took another step forward. Her heels giving a muffled clip on the concrete. He looked at the floor and saw straw had been laid out. That also accounted for the sweet, summer-like smell. It was lightly scattered down the path she walked on. Her dress skimmed over the floor. The candlelight flickered over her face. The darkness breathed. Carmelo turned back to the front, and heard a little puff of a sigh. They weren’t alone in the darkness. There were people standing on either side of the aisle that she walked down, lit by candles and marked out by scattered rose petals and hay. As she walked forwards, he heard people gasp and whisper quietly. She held her head high and smiled. Yeah, she looked fucking beautiful. Her dress caught the light. It was a white floor length, covered in little pearlescent beads. It was backless, and plunged right down to just above her crack. Carmelo gulped and averted his gaze. It was sleeveless and hugged her slender figure without a fraction of an inch to spare. He was getting broody. Fuck. He wanted a girl to walk down the aisle like that. Not now, but one day. He wanted a woman to look at him the way Sophie was looking at Phantom. The thought of full blown marriage, no way was he ready for that, he was having too much fun, fucking around with whoever he wanted. He heard the voice of his father in his head, telling him he had to think about starting to date. Taking it seriously, he wasn’t getting any younger. Carmelo wanted what Colt and April had. What Sophie and Phantom would now have. He always assumed he’d get married, have a family… but he was happy with his life as it was for now. He’d had vanilla sex all his life until recently and it was… fine. But what he could have now, at the MC… fuck. It was the stuff of dreams. It was what made life worth living. Beautiful women, multiple women. Knowing you were driving one wild, while the other watched, wanting, jealous, then swapping. Pleasing them all, worshiping their beautiful bodies. His hands on multiple boobs, pussies, the wetness, their little sighs as he took them closer and closer… and what they could do for him, too. Things that one woman simply couldn’t do with one pair of hands. Fuuuck. His trousers were bulging. Thank fuck it was dark. He cleared his throat and tried to clear his mind and focus on the front. One day, maybe he’d find a woman kinky enough for his taste, but right now, he didn’t need to choose one. Carmelo looked on as Sophie got to the front. A wall of flowers marked the makeshift altar, surrounded by an arch, tree branches covered in flowers, lit by fairy lights and candles. It was beautiful. It was stunning. It felt nothing like the garage underneath the MC clubhouse, and yet it felt like home. He’d been invited, actually. Colt and April had dropped off the invitation, and Carmelo had held the thick, cream colored paper in his hands and hesitated. Would he, a local police sergeant, be welcome at the wedding of one of the Black Coyotes MC members? He shouldn’t be. Police and MCs didn’t usually mix. But Colt, the MC Prez, had insisted he was invited. It was only right, he said, because Carmelo had been the one to save Phantom from the start. Phantom and Sophie had easily agreed. Carmelo’s father