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DISTRUST
R ead it proud .
CONTENTS
Author Note
Playlist
Prologue
1. Rebecca
2. Aiden
3. Rebecca
4. Ezra
5. Rebecca
6. Killian
7. Rebecca
8. Aiden
9. Rebecca
10. Ezra
11. Rebecca
12. Killian
13. Rebecca
14. Aiden
15. Rebecca
16. Rebecca
17. Ezra
18. Rebecca
19. Killian
20. Aiden
21. Rebecca
22. Rebecca
23. Aiden
24. Rebecca
25. Ezra
26. Rebecca
27. Killian
28. Rebecca
29. Aiden
30. Rebecca
31. Ezra
32. Rebecca
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by G.N. Wright
About the Author
AUTHOR NOTE
I don’t want to ruin any of the fun stuff but I do want to warn you of
the contents of this book.
Distrust is the first book in the Hallowed Crows MC series. It
follows the story of an abused but now rescued FMC and her brood
of gritty antiheroes.
This dark new adult romance is a reverse harem meaning the
heroine will not choose a love interest at the end. It contains
dubious situations, violent content, and sexual scenes. It is also the
first book of a planned trilogy so please note it does end on a
cliffhanger.
Kinks included are blood play, knife play, humiliation, degradation
and dubious consent. There are group sex scenes included from the
start and also some male on male content.
If none of the above is to your liking then this book is not for
you. If you would like any further details on any of the above then
please reach out with me to discuss before reading.
Please proceed with caution.
PLAYLIST
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Savage - Bahari
Saints - Echos
S undays are reserved for families only at HCMC. It's the one
day my dad always lets me come around, not that he could
really stop me. Ever since I was fourteen and met the guys, I
have been coming here any chance I get. Now that I’m almost
eighteen he is a little more lenient with me.
The clubhouse is still quiet when I arrive, the aftermath of last
night's party no doubt, and a few of the regular girls are making
their way out as I enter. I spot Candice at the same time she spots
me and I grind my teeth. She has her sights set on my guys more so
than I do. The only difference between her and me, is that she
actually gets to be with them whenever she wants.
She yawns dramatically before speaking loudly to her friend.
“Aiden really knows how to wear a girl out,” she exclaims, her eyes
firmly fixed on me as I pass. I tell myself I don’t care, but I do, not
that I will let her know that. I’m almost past them when she adds,
“He made me come four times, if that ain’t old lady treatment I don’t
know what is.”
I don’t know how it happens, but before I even realize what I’m
doing, I have her slammed against the wall with my arm across her
neck. Her little friend screams dramatically beside me, but I ignore
her in favor of getting in Candice's face, and instead of fear all I find
is smug eyes.
“Something to say, little Sully?” She drags out Aiden’s nickname
for me like a curse, and I push my hand against her windpipe
harder.
“Just because he fucks you, doesn’t mean he cares for you,” I
seethe through gritted teeth.
Candice smirks. “Oh, it seemed like he cared when he took my
ass last night.” She purrs, “Yeah, it seemed like he really cared a lot.”
“You’re nothing but a club whore with no self respect. They will
never be yours, no matter how good you are at sucking their cocks.”
I let every bit of hatred and jealousy pour into my voice as I stare at
her in disgust. They might not be completely mine just yet, but they
will be, I have a plan.
An arm curls around my stomach pulling me back, at the same
time Ezra’s scent wraps around me. “Naughty, Love.” He purrs in my
ear, but my focus remains on the girl in front of me who just smirks.
“At least I’m allowed to suck their cocks.” She gleams, and I
throw myself at her again, but Ezra’s muscular arm keeps me in
place.
“Fuck off, Candice,” he starts. “Sunday is family day and you ain’t
family.” His usual playful tone is lost to his underlying temper that he
rarely lets out, and I stop flailing against him. Doesn't matter where
I am or what is going on, I can always count on Ezra to have my
back.
Candice huffs, taking one last look at me, her gaze lingering
slightly on his arm around my waist. That look spells trouble, and I
practically feel her sneer before she is storming away with her friend
hurrying after her. I relax into Ezra’s chest as soon as the door slams
behind her, grateful for the homey feeling he always brings me. He’s
my safe place.
“Why do you let her get to you?” He asks, his words barely above
a whisper, but seen as though my back is pressed against his front
with his arms curled around me, his voice lands right into my ear. It
sends a shiver down my spine and I tremble against him slightly,
praying he doesn’t notice the goosebumps on my skin.
Ezra has crossed that invisible line with me before, maybe he can
be the start of us all crossing it together. “Because I’m sick of her
getting to do what I want to do,” I whisper back boldly.
His lips graze the skin of my neck and I feel my core begin to
throb as he asks, “And what do you want, Love?” I swear I feel his
tongue dart out against my ear, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“I want to suck a dick,” I admit freely, knowing he won’t judge
me, and his hand grips my waist tightly with a groan. He pushes me
forward until we are in an alcove of the hallway, only the dim light
from the other room allowing us to see.
“And have you ever sucked someone's cock before, Bex?” He
purrs, and this time I definitely feel the tip of his tongue against my
ear. The warm metal of his tongue piercing a dead giveaway. It
might as well have been against my clit with the rush of pleasure it
gives me, and suddenly it's all I can imagine. The mixture of his wet
tongue and hard metal caressing me in my most intimate place. I
clench at just the thought of it, desperate for it to become a reality.
“No.” I answer without shame, before adding, “But how hard can
it be?” I ask breathily, pushing my ass into his groin slightly, and
relishing in his grunt. I feel his hardness growing against my ass like
steel, and a rush of arousal takes over my body. I roll my ass again
ever so slightly, just the lightest of frictions, but still it feels sinful.
His grip tightens on my stomach, his fingers almost under the
waistband of my jean shorts as he grits out, “So fucking hard.” He
pulls me closer to him so I can feel the evidence of his full arousal,
as his thick, hard, length, presses between my ass cheeks even
more. I can’t help myself, I grind against it again shamelessly, and
am rewarded with another groan as his grip tightens once more,
pulling the tight fabric of my jeans right against my clit.
“Bex,” he whispers desperately. His fingers slipping beneath my
shorts, moving towards my drenched thong. My breaths come in
quick, short pants. The ache in my core needing relief, and I think I
might cry as his fingers ghost over my center. We roll our hips
together in sync this time, both seeking and giving the friction we
are both mad for, and just as he is about to sink a finger beneath my
slick folds, we are interrupted.
“What the fuck is going on?” It’s like cold water is thrown on us,
as Aiden's voice thunders down the hallway. Ezra rips away from me
like he has been electrocuted, and I recoil at the venom lacing
Aiden’s tone.
I turn to see him storming towards us with more than murder in
his eyes. He stops right in front of me, taking in my flushed skin,
and lust filled gaze, but it does nothing to penetrate his hardened
armor. My sexual desire scorches through me, and I will for one of
them to take pity on me, right here and now, and make me come.
Aiden swings his gaze to Ezra. “Do you have a fucking death
wish?” He spits at him. “If I was Connor finding you pressed against
his precious little princess like that, you’d be out of this place faster
than you can even fucking blink.” I have never seen him this angry,
his green eyes darkened almost completely.
I can’t stand him berating Ezra like this, so I step forward. “We
weren’t doing anything wrong, Aiden.” I start, but falter when his
deathly gaze flicks back to mine.
“You’re a fucking minor, Rebecca.” He claps back at me, like I’m a
petulant little child he needs to scold, and I fucking hate him for it.
I close the gap between us so my breasts brush up against his
torso, while he towers over me, his chin dipping down to glare at
me.
“If you hadn't interrupted us, I could have shown Ezra how much
of a woman I already am.” I relish the tick in his jaw, and his face
hardens further when I step away, making a show of checking Ezra
out. “Come find me another time, E. You can take me for a ride
anytime.” I let the innuendo hang in the air between us, before I
leave them standing there staring after me. Their eyes caressing my
skin every step of the way.
Aiden might think he has the restraint of a fucking saint, but little
does he know I have been watching him. All of them, and I know
exactly how I am going to break through their walls. If I have to
wait until I turn eighteen to do it, then so be it. He won’t know what
has hit him, none of them will.
The rest of the day I spend by my dad's side, it’s out of character
for me, and he knows it with the way he keeps glaring at me, and
my guys. Usually it’s their side I don’t leave, not since I met them
anyway, but something shifted between us earlier, an invisible line
was drawn even deeper in the sand, and now it’s just a matter of
time before one of us crosses it. I know it, they know it.
T he fire in her eyes was back tonight, not for long, but it was
there. I saw her glare harden as she went head to head with
Aiden, and for the first time since she’s been home, I saw the
old Rebecca. Except she isn’t the old Rebecca, she's the new, poised,
and perfectly polished version. Everything about her is different, the
way she walks, the way she talks, the clothes she wears, how she
does her makeup. All of it nothing like the rebellious President's
daughter I knew her to be.
I liked her, even when I shouldn’t have. Kissed her when I knew
it was wrong. Fucked her the moment it was legal, and even though
it felt so right, it was the biggest mistake I have ever made. Tasting
the apple of temptation, and then heading straight to hell to atone
for my sins.
Rebecca had always been a weakness none of us could afford to
have. I wish I could hate her, it would make things easier, but I just
feel sorry for her. We fucked her, then left her, then her so-called
kidnapping led her to a new life. One I thought she’d live forever,
until Elle King and the Rebels foiled her forgery. I wonder if now that
Connor is completely out of the picture, will she leave to be with the
Mayor?
One of the club whores climbs into my lap, jolting me from my
inner thoughts as she grinds against my jean clad groin. I try to
enjoy it, try to feel just the tiniest bit of attraction to her, but I can’t,
not since Rebecca came home. When she was gone, and I forced
myself to move on from her betrayal, I had a different girl every
week, sometimes two, getting off any way I could to forget all about
the fraudster who fucked us all.
That changed the night Elle brought Rebecca home, and the
temptation of my past climbed out of her SUV, locking those dark
green eyes on mine.
Every girl since then has felt like a betrayal. Rebecca isn’t mine,
she was never going to be, but for one night, she was. For one night
she belonged to all of us, and I know I’m not the only one who will
never forget that. I push the girl off, not even bothering to stay to
listen to her attempts to seduce me, and move through the crowd,
heading to the basement.
Aiden no longer stays down here with us, having taken over
Connor’s room, so Killian and I can have this place to ourselves. I
find Kill splayed out on his bed in the corner, a slight nod offered at
my arrival. I nod back, not in the mood to exchange pointless words,
just heading straight to the small bar we have here just for us. I
pour a healthy dose of the amber liquid and knock it back, before
pouring another and doing the same.
Once the burn laces my throat I head over to the bed and flop
down beside Killian. “No pussy tonight?” He asks, and I huff, shaking
my head. I don't know how we reached this stalemate between us,
where neither of us ask for more, but I know deep down it leads
back to Rebecca.
“You know I have no true interest in anyone else here.” I cock my
head to look at him. His auburn stare, already locked on mine.
I have been in love with Killian Drake for as long as I can
remember. My silent and brooding soldier. We don’t have a
conventional relationship by any standards, we fuck who we want,
where we want, but neither of us have ever gotten entangled in
something serious. It’s not a rule we have or anything, more like a
silent agreement neither of us asked of the other. Yet I know neither
of us have fucked anyone but each other since Rebecca came home.
I don’t want to delve into why that is.
Outside of Aiden, no one else knows about us, well no one
except Rebecca. I still remember how she shocked the shit out of us
that night when she revealed what she knew. I’m not ashamed of
my sexual orientation, but I just don’t fuck with labels. I like who I
like, love who I love, and fuck who I fuck. Why the hell should I
have to label that to fuel someone else’s understanding of me?
Killian laughs, but as usual there isn't any humor within it. “That’s
the first lie you've ever told me.” He shakes his head in amusement
at my furrowed brow, until I realize he is referring to Rebecca.
“She doesn’t interest me.” I snap, far too quickly, and he rolls his
eyes, placing the joint over my lips, and letting me inhale.
I take the hit, followed by his hard lips coming down on mine as
he breathes in the smoke, sharing the high with me. Killian behind
closed doors is my favorite. Outside of this haven of ours, he
becomes someone else. Not because he wants to, but because he
needs to. He’s the club enforcer, has a reputation most would cower
from, and he doesn’t let anything get to him when he puts his arm
through his Crows’ cut.
When he realizes that even with his help, I still can’t relax, he
jumps up, nudging me as he goes. “Come on, let’s go play.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, even though I am already off the
bed and following him.
He leads us through the party, out of the clubhouse, and towards
our private garage at the back. No one is allowed in here. It was our
former President’s place of solace. Where he would come to think,
plan, and mostly to mourn the loss of his daughter.
Kill, Aiden, and I have since made it our place. Connor’s cut
hangs on the wall, and his bike is mounted in the corner. We kept
the same small sofa Connor bought for this place, and the same
beer fridge. It’s the one place we know we won’t be bothered, but
open enough for us to dance along the edge of risk. He knows how
much I love it here.
I barely make it through the door before I am being slammed
into the wall. “You just lied to me,” Killian growls, “Twice.” I can’t
respond because his tongue pushes inside my mouth, tangling with
mine, as he claims me right there against the wall. His smokey and
rich taste, one of my all time favorite flavors.
He rips away from my mouth, kissing across my jaw and down
my neck, pulling my cut aside so his tongue can caress my collar
bone. "Should I punish you for it, or remind you who you belong
to?" His words followed by his wicked tongue against my skin makes
me groan, reaching out to grip his strong arms.
“I didn’t lie,” I start, but am silenced when he wraps his hand
around my cock through my jeans and squeezes.
“I know you better than anyone, E. I guess I need to remind
you.” He rips open my jeans, roughly shoving his hand inside, his
calloused palm stroking my shaft in the most delicious way. I groan
as his thumb swipes through the precum already leaking at my tip.
“Fuck, Kill.” He knows exactly how to touch me. I thrust into his
hand, but it isn’t enough, and he knows it.
He pulls his hand out and drops to his knees. Ripping open my
belt with ease, before tracking down my zipper and freeing my hard
cock. His tongue darts out, flicking against my slit, and I hiss at the
thrilling contact. He smiles up at me as he does it again, and my
hand jumps out to grip his chin. “Don’t tease me, Baby. Take my
cock like you own it.”
He offers me a wicked smile as he says, “I do own it.” Then he
swallows me down, wrapping that sinful mouth around my cock like
a fucking hoover. His tongue caressing the underside, as one of his
hands comes up to grip my base in a tight hold. I groan, watching
his head bob back and forth on my dick without a gag reflex in
sight.
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anything; he was not adequate to a great crisis and to heavy
responsibility: and because he was not of the first class, and also
because he had much dramatic instinct, he seems to have had more
eye for present effect than for the root of matters. He was educated
at Westminster School, and, when he died in 1792, he was buried in
the northern cloister of Westminster Abbey. He was a soldier, a
politician, a dramatist, and a man of society. He entered the army in
1740, again two years before Carleton’s military service began. He
became so involved in debt that he had to sell his commission. He
rejoined the army in 1756, and in 1762 he distinguished himself in
Portugal, where the English supported the Portuguese against Spain
and France. A few years later, however, in 1769, Junius referred to
him as ‘not very conspicuous in his profession’.[132] He went into the
House of Commons in 1761 as member for Midhurst. In 1768,
through the influence of his father-in-law, Lord Derby, he became
member for Preston, and, in connexion with his election, was
attacked by Junius for corruption and also for his gambling
propensities. As a politician he was, before he went to America,
more or less of a free-lance. He spoke on foreign and Indian
questions, and in 1773 made a speech in the House of Commons,
attacking Clive. After the catastrophe at Saratoga, and his return to
England, he threw in his lot with the Whigs, having been befriended
by Fox and his followers; he became Commander-in-Chief in Ireland
under Rockingham; and in 1787 he managed the impeachment of
Warren Hastings. Before the American war broke out, he produced
in 1774 a play called The Maid of the Oaks, of which Horace Walpole
wrote: ‘There is a new puppet show at Drury Lane as fine as scenes
can make it, called The Maid of the Oaks, and as dull as the author
could not help making it.’[133] At a later date, however, Walpole had
to confess that ‘General Burgoyne has written the best modern
comedy’.[134] This was The Heiress, which was brought out in the
beginning of 1786, and achieved a great success. Walpole had no
love for Burgoyne, at any rate at the time when the latter served in
America. ‘You ask the history of Burgoyne the pompous,’ he wrote in
October, 1777,[135] the month in which the surrender at Saratoga
took place; and after describing him as ‘a fortunate gamester’, he
continued, ‘I have heard him speak in Parliament, just as he writes:
for all his speeches were written and laboured, and yet neither in
them nor in his conversation did he ever impress me with an idea of
his having parts.’ Burgoyne’s affectation and mannerism may have
been due to the fact that he was essentially a man of society, as
society was then. He had eloped in early life with Lord Derby’s
daughter, and, like Charles Fox, was a confirmed gambler. The world
of London was his world, and the standard by which he measured
things was not the standard of all time. When he went out in 1777 to
command the expedition from Canada, he was on the flowing tide of
fortune, and the tone of his proclamations gave Walpole cause for
sarcastic comment. ‘Have you read General Burgoyne’s
rhodomontade, in which he almost promises to cross America in a
hop, step, and a jump?’[136] ‘Burgoyne has sent over a manifesto
that if he was to over-run ten provinces would appear too
pompous.’[136] ‘I heard to-day at Richmond that Julius Caesar
Burgonius’s Commentaries are to be published in an Extraordinary
Gazette of three-and-twenty pages in folio to-morrow—a counterpart
to the Iliad in a nutshell.’[136] All these three passages were written
in August, 1777, while Burgoyne’s expedition was proceeding. The
writer of them did not like Burgoyne, and did not like the war in which
Burgoyne was engaged; but, though Burgoyne lent himself to
criticism and lacked the qualities which the time and place
demanded, his story is by no means the story either of a bad soldier
or of a bad man; it is rather the story of a second-rate man set with
inadequate means to solve a problem of first-rate importance.
Having completed his preparations, Burgoyne Burgoyne’s
reached Crown Point on the 26th of June, preparatory advance against
Ticonderoga.
to attacking Ticonderoga. The full control of the
operations had passed into his own hands, for, by Germain’s
instructions, Carleton’s authority was limited by the boundary line of
Canada, and that line was drawn far north of Crown Point and
Ticonderoga, cutting the outlet of Lake Champlain near the point of
land named Point au Fer. The total force amounted to rather over
7,000 men, nearly half of whom were Germans under the command
of Baron Riedesel. The advance was made on both sides of the lake,
the Germans being on the eastern shore, the British on the western
—the side on which were Crown Point and Ticonderoga. The
Americans, too, held positions on both sides of the The American
lake, for, over against the peninsula on which position at
Ticonderoga.
Ticonderoga stood, there jutted out another point of
land, described in Burgoyne’s dispatch as ‘high and circular’, but in
reality rather oblong in form, rising well above the level of the lake
and skirted in part on the land side by a rivulet. It was called Mount
Independence, and was strongly held and fortified. The lake, here
narrowed to a river, is about a quarter of a mile across, and between
Ticonderoga and Mount Independence a bridge had been
constructed, consisting of sunken timber piers connected by floating
timber, the whole being guarded in front by a heavy boom of wood
strengthened by iron rivets and chains.
MAP TO ILLUSTRATE BURGOYNE’S CAMPAIGN
Reduced from the Map published in ‘A State of the Expedition from Canada as laid before
the House of Commons by Lieutenant-General Burgoyne, London, 1780’
London, published as the Act directs, Feb. 1st 1780, by Wm. Faden, Charing Cross
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