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part #2 of Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale Series
Fable's Foes
The Grimm Tales of Smoky Vale #2
Gianni Holmes
Cover Artist: Black Jazz Design
Book Format: Perin’s Pen (Icons)
Fable’s Foes © 2020 Gianni Holmes
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Warning
This book contains graphic violence, language, and sexual content. Intended for readers of 18 years and over.
Editing Team
Tanja Ongkiehong
DJ Jamison
TABLE OF CONTENTS
A Word from the Author
Glossary
Fable’s Foes
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
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Epilogue
Thank You
Bonus Scene
Coming soon
Become a Gem
So You Loved Fable’s Foes
More About Gianni Holmes
A Word from the Author
Dear Reader,
We’ve returned to Smoky Vale, and I hope you enjoy the ride. I took some time to write this book as I wanted it to be the best version I could give you. Booker, Zak, and Fable are three intriguing characters with rich personal stories that took me a while to unravel. I always knew where I wanted to take the story, but the map to get there might’ve changed a few times.
The road for these three men was not easy at all. You might’ve realized from my books that I place my characters through the wringer before they get their HEA. That’s because when I finish, I must feel immense satisfaction that even though their story has ended, I am fully confident they’ll overcome whatever obstacle they meet in the future. I can say with certainty that Booker, Zak, and Fable’s story has a resounding HEA of which no one could ever deny them.
I find the cast of Smoky Vale to be so rich. With each book I write, I encounter a new character that piques my interest. You’ll know to whom I’m referring by the end of this novel. Ah, the possibilities.
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Gianni
There’s no forgiveness with the Reapers. You fuck up, and you pay the consequences.
Booker, Road Captain & Enforcer
Glossary
This is a list of terms that have been used in this story. The author has found it convenient to describe each term as they are relevant to the story.
(a) Smoky Vale-
A fictitious town set in Ohio.
(b) OMG-
Outlaw Motorcycle Gang.
(c) Clubhouse-
A physical structure owned by a motorcycle club for hanging out and sharing in the brotherhood.
(d) Mother Club-
The head of the hierarchy of a motorcycle club. They govern all the different chapters of a club.
(e) Headquarters-
Refers to the physical location of the Mother Club.
(f) Chapter-
A group of motorcycle members in a fixed location/territory.
(g) Board of Directors-
The highest governing body of all the chapters in a state. Consists of the presidents of the various chapters and is run by a chairman.
(h) Chairman-
The highest position in the hierarchy of motorcycle clubs. Usually the president of the most powerful chapter.
(i) President-
The leader of a club chapter.
(j) Enforcer-
The individual(s) of a chapter responsible for carrying out retribution and other acts of punishment.
(k) Road Captain-
Usually rides next to the president on a multiple-bike ride. Ensures the ride goes according to plan and each member is safe.
(l) Alliance-
Smaller motorcycle clubs that are not direct members of a club but have a truce in the likes of “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
(m) Hell’s Saints-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(n) Angels of Fury-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(o) Devil’s Advocate-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(p) Monsters of Mayhem-
An alliance motorcycle club.
(q) Bloodlet-
The biggest motorcycle club in Ohio.
(r) The Grimm Reapers-
An outcast motorcycle club that caters to bikers that identify with LGBTQIA+ group and other bikers who are not welcome in other clubs.
(s) Colors-
Refers to the club colors or patch that can be used to identify a member of a club. Also referred to as the “cut.”
(t) Patch-
Symbols that are used to identify members of a club, their location, ranks, special positions, etc.
(u) Brother-
A fellow club member
(v) Legacy-
A club member who has a rich family history in the motorcycle club.
(w) Street Tax-
A determined sum of money that members of a club or even civilians are expected to pay to the club for certain “privileges.”
(x) Nomad Chapter-
A chapter that doesn’t have a fixed location. They ride from city to city without a set clubhouse.
Blurb
A cold-hearted club enforcer...
An undercover snitch in love...
And a kidnapped boy both men lust after…
Booker
“You don't have to fear your virtue. I don’t sleep with what I have to kill.”
As the enforcer of the Grimm Reapers motorcycle club, it’s my job to remove threats to my brothers. Fable should be dead…not bringing out my protective instincts and making me believe in a second chance with Zak.
Zak
“Karma’s a bitch that comes dressed in the form of loving two men with whom I have no future.”
Joining the Grimm Reapers under false pretenses is possibly the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Falling in love with the enforcer of that club and the boy he wants to kill ranks just as high on my stupidity scale. But the danger isn’t enough for me to let them go.
Fable
“I made him see there were more benefits to keeping me alive than killing me.”
I grew up hearing horror stories about the bikers of Smoky Vale. When they capture me, I must do everything to hide that I’m a little. But the bikers aren’t what I expected, and my little craves them as my Daddy. Can we three misfits find common ground that brings out the best in each other?
If you enjoy poly-relationships, motorcycle club romance, morally ambiguous characters, and mild age play without ABDL then you’ll love Fable’s Foes. While this book can be read as a standalone, it’s highly recommended to read book 0 and book 1 in the series to enjoy this story to its fullest.
Fable’s Foes
Book 2
Prologue
Fable
“Come on, baby, it’s time to pack away your toys.”
Ignoring the familiar affectionate voice with the hint of sternness attached to it, I picked up my Barbie doll and petted the hair. The softness of the strands sifting through my fingers as I formed the braids soothed me. I could do this for hours and hours, but unfortunately, I didn’t have that long, and the voice had reminded me of that.
“Listen to me, baby. It’s getting late, and I need to bring you home.”
I made a sound of distress and shook my head. No home. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay with him right here, where I could be myself.
“Princess, be good and pack away your toys for Daddy. I’ll come for you tomorrow, I promise.”
Shoulders slumped, I held tightly on to the doll, then let it fall to the carpeted floor. “Pinky promise?”
From where I sat on the floor, I raised my head and stared at the man who towered over me. Unli ke me—relaxed in one of my outfits I kept at his place—he was still dressed in his power suit minus the jacket. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up his muscular arms, and I sighed. The wet splotches, which I’d caused when I splashed him earlier during my bath, were mostly dry.
Instead of going home, I wanted him to give me another bubble bath.
“I promise.” He smiled. “You trust Daddy, don’t you?”
I nodded and scrambled to my feet to do his bidding. I packed up the building blocks, which I barely used today. How could I play with the blocks when he’d given me a brand-new shiny Barbie? The blond hair was so lovely, and I’d been drawn to brushing it before trying my hand at a braid.
Of course, my braids were never perfect, but Daddy said they were getting better and I had to keep practicing. Daddy was so smart and good to me.
Tugging down the hem of the sparkly purple tutu I wore, I waddled over to the toy bin, not so comfy with wearing the diaper, but Daddy liked it. I liked it when Daddy was happy, and he didn’t make me wear them all the time.
Sometimes he took pictures. To keep him company while I was away, he’d said. At first, the pictures made me nervous, but I trusted Daddy, and he’d keep them just between us.
Daddy loved me as much as I loved him.
When I was finished putting away all my toys, I toddled over to the couch and rubbed at my eyes. I hated this part when I had to leave. I wanted to stay with Daddy forever and ever, but he always said not yet.
“Did you have fun today?” Daddy asked as I lay on the couch so he could change my still dry diaper. I only had to use it once. I was Daddy’s big boy and already potty trained. I understood, though, that Daddy loved seeing his baby’s bottom padded. I loved making Daddy happy.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I stared up at the ceiling to get my mind off what he was doing. I breathed a sigh of relief when the diaper came off, the scent of the baby powder he’d used earlier catching my nostrils. At least the powder smelled really good. Once, I’d poured it into my hand and eaten it, but Daddy had swatted my behind, and I hadn’t done it again.
No matter how good it smelled, powder wasn’t for eating and could make me sick.
My melancholy grew more profound when the tutu went and my jeans were drawn back up my legs. I allowed him to do the change without a fuss. With every layer of clothing he added to my body, the sadness intensified. The reminder of why I needed this in the first place. The reprieve I found here in Daddy’s home.
When he was finished, Daddy sat back on the couch and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my face into his chest. His hand found my back, stroking me while he cooed to me about how proud he was of me and how much he enjoyed having his little baby with him.
“Don’t make me go back,” I begged him on a ragged whisper. “Please let me stay with you.”
Daddy cupped my face and pulled me back so he could examine me closely. “Be patient, little one.”
It took me more or less a full hour before I slipped from little space. Sometimes it took me less, and other times, it took me longer, depending on how badly I needed little space that day. By the time Daddy and I walked from the house, I felt like my old self.
It wasn’t a great feeling.
Daddy drove me home in his expensive car with the warm seats. The closer we got to my home, the antsier I became. I plucked at the fabric of my jeans and dug my fingernails into my palms. I should’ve probably removed the nail polish, but I cared less and less with each passing day.
“What do you say I talk to your father, hmm?” Daddy asked me as the security gate at the front of the house glided apart for him, and he could drive up the driveway. Not everyone had the security clearance he did to enter our property.
I snapped my head around and stared at his profile. His thick dark brown hair had some gray strands at the sides. He was such a beautiful man. He’d caught my attention almost from the beginning, and I’d been so flattered the feelings were mutual.
“You mean that?” My stomach swooped.
He smiled at me. “Yes, my pet. I did tell you to be patient, didn’t I?”
“Oh, Daddy, I’m so happy.”
I was. This was all I ever wanted—to move out of my strict formal parents’ home and live with Daddy. I could get to be a little whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to keep my toys hidden away in my room, only taking them out to play when my parents were gone and I was left on my own.
Even so, I had to be careful. One of the maids had walked in on me playing with some craft beads once, and I’d had to think on my feet to wipe the confused look off her face.
“Me too.” He parked the car, leaned sideways, and kissed my cheek. “In fact, I may be even more excited than you.”
I was too impatient to wait for Daddy to open the car door for me and almost fell out in my haste, then closed the door behind me.
Daddy and I walked up the steps together. I let us inside the house, keen to lead him to my father’s home office, where he most likely was this time of day.
In the hall, we ran into my mother. Anyone looking at her—tall, fair, and stunning—would figure out where I got my beauty. I was basically the male version of her from the full lips to the slender feet, except for my black hair, which was probably from my father, whom I’d never met.
“Claud, we weren’t expecting you!”
Her eyes shifted between Daddy and me. She exchanged her usual pretentious air kisses with him while her artfully colored nails glittered with each movement.
“Diane, I need to talk to you and Mayor Wentworth about something important, if you don’t mind.”
“We have a few minutes to spare,” Mother said. “Fable, go shower and change into something more appropriate. We’re expecting dinner guests.”
I hesitated, glancing at Daddy for his cue. He nodded at me, and I relaxed. He’d take care of everything, and by this time tomorrow, I no longer had to worry about boring dinners with my father’s stuffy friends.
Every week they entertained, and I hated it, but I had to go. Mother insisted it was bad enough that I hadn’t gone on to college, and as long as I was home, I was obligated to attend every function of theirs to show us off as the perfect family.
“As you wish, Mother.”
I hurried away from the pair and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. Regardless of what my parents thought, I wouldn’t let anything stand in my way of being with Daddy. He knew me inside out. Even before I knew what being a little was, he realized this was what I craved. He taught me about the lifestyle, and I’d never been happier.
Once in my bedroom, I got busy packing my bags. I had too many clothes, but I’d only take a few things with me. I wouldn’t need the formal jackets and shirts anyway. Not if I probably would end up spending most of my time wearing diapers at Daddy’s. For now, that was okay, but with time, I’d convince him that I was a big boy and didn’t need a diaper.
