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Contents KINGDEDICATIONKINGPrologueChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenChapter EighteenChapter NineteenChapter TwentyChapter Twenty-OneChapter Twenty-TwoChapter Twenty-ThreeChapter Twenty-FourEpilogue2023 Golden Skulls Crossover EventBook 11 of the Golden Skulls M.C.Introducing Book 1 of the Soulless Sinners M.C.Sons of Hell CharactersOl’ LadiesResidents of RosewoodRebecca Joyce BooksSocial Media & More. KINGSons of Hell M.C.REBECCA JOYCE ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on your own personal computer or device. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. 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KINGSONS OF HELL M.C.Copyright © 2023 by Rebecca JoyceEditor: Kelly WyvellFirst E-book Publication: April 21, 2023ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. DEDICATIONA good swift kick in the ass never hurt anyone. KINGSons of Hell M.C.Rebecca Joyce PrologueHey King,Long time no speak. I wish this letter was under better circumstances, but I need your help.A girl named Venom is going to need you and the club. She doesn’t know it yet, but club sins are about to follow her home. I wish there was something I could do to change that, but by morning I will be dead. I made my bed. Don’t worry, I won’t go out without a fight.What Venom doesn’t know, and I would appreciate it if you kept this part a secret until it’s safe, is that she is my daughter. I met her mother several years ago when I was still with the club. I didn’t know about her. You know me. If I had, I would have done everything I could to give her the life she deserved. As it is, her life wasn’t easy King. In fact, it was shit.When she walked into my shop, I thought I was looking at the young woman I fell in love with. She looks so much like her mother. I had my suspicions, and I managed to get a strand of her hair. That’s when I found out the truth.She is my daughter. My baby girl.She doesn’t talk about her past, but I can only imagine the horror she faced, and I will have to take that with me to my grave and into the hereafter, but her future I can change. When I die, she will bolt. She’s a runner. Find her, protect her, make sure the club’s past doesn’t come for her.In time, when you feel it’s right, maybe let her know why I wasn’t around for her childhood. I knew she was special the moment I first saw her. Tell her I love her and I’m sorry for everything.Dog. Chapter OneKingDrumming my fingers along the smooth polished wood before me, I waited impatiently. I should have known better. That motherfucker was never on time for anything. He was going to be late for his own funeral. I should know, because when his ass got here, I was going to kill him.Sighing, I looked at the ceiling and frowned.Fuck, I needed to get the brother’s in here to repaint again.My youngest brother Pyro sat across from me blowing bubbles as he played some stupid game on his phone. The constant pop of his gum aggravating me to no end. A lot of things annoyed me lately. I didn’t know why, but it just did. Maybe it was because I was the oldest out of us three. Maybe it was because everywhere I looked, it seemed everyone was happier than I was. Hell, maybe it was because another year had passed and I had nothing to show for it except my club.That alone should have made me happy, but it didn’t.I was the oldest Montclair brother, the President of the Sons of Hell. A motorcycle club my grandfather started well before I was a twinkle in my father’s eye. The club was my legacy, and I had no one to pass it down to.Next was Gunner. The one we were all waiting on. The self-proclaimed man whore of the family. My brother Gunner was my V.P. My second in command, the one I could always count on, except to be on time. Fucker was lucky he was my blood because if he were anyone else, I’d take his fucking cut in a heartbeat. Knowing Gunner as well as I did, he was probably fucking his way through the current freshman class at the nearby university.Yeah, Gunner had a one-track mind.Then there was Pyro, the youngest of us boys. I didn’t know what to make of Pyro most of the time. My brother was the only one of us that had a past. A very dark past. We didn’t talk much about it, knowing that Pyro would completely shut down and disappear for days if we did. Speaking of which, I looked over at the calendar and made a mental