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Deacon : The A**hole Club Series, page 1
Deacon
The A**hole Club Series
Tiya Rayne
Contents
Perceptive Illusions Publishing, Inc.
Word from Tiya
Prologue
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
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Thank You
The A**hole Club Series
Perceptive Illusions Publishing, Inc.
Deacon
The A**hole Club Series
Tiya Rayne
Perceptive Illusions Publishing
Bayshore, New York
Copyright © 2021 by Tiya Rayne.
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Deacon: The A**hole Club Series/ Tiya Rayne. -- 1st ed.
Word from Tiya
The greatest gift you can give yourself is love. Love yourself first and everyone else will follow your guidelines.
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―Tiya Rayne
Prologue
The Race
Deacon
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I rake my fingers through my hair and chuckle at this group around me. It’s hilarious to me how serious they take this race shit. All these rich assholes with fucked-up daddy issues, trying to find a way to piss off their parents. These guys don’t know shit about struggle or fighting to survive.
Shit, they don’t even need the money up for grabs if they win. I guess it’s the only thing that makes us alike. I don’t need the money either.
Hell, I’m not even here to win the race. I have an ulterior motive to be here. A very lucrative motive.
While the rich douchebags chase a twenty-thousand-dollar bag, I’m taking notice of cars. On this track alone is about half a million in parts. All I need to do is point out the easiest target and the most valuable car.
I give a signal to my guy in the crowd, and he takes photos of the car and driver. Next thing they know, they’re without a car. I’ve been running this scam since I was fifteen.
That’s how old I was when Griff took me under his wing. Now I’m in a fucking race every few months. You would think these dudes would put the shit together, but it goes to show you being rich doesn’t always mean being smart.
I quickly send a text to my guy, Q, in the crowd. Q is the computer whiz and my tail for tonight. I work with a team of four, Griff being the leader.
We all play a part, if you see me, know Q is close by. I give Q the signal, letting him know I’ve spotted our first victim. I then slide the phone in my back pocket once it’s done.
Q’s job is to give us all the information about the car, the cost of the parts, and what buyers are looking to pay for it. Leaning my back against the car I’m driving; I take another look around the strip we’ve met on for tonight’s race.
The usual suspects are all here. Pretty boy, Kelex is leaning against his Mustang. Like most rich fucks, he don’t know shit about cars, they think putting the money into a sports car is enough to win these races. It isn’t.
You need a lot more than a fast car for this shit. You need to have the guts and eye for this. It takes talent.
On the other side of Kelex is Luke Reynolds and his weird ass friend. I swear, those dudes are fucking.
The only real talent on the track is probably Will Pitman. The punk actually has a gift for this shit. It also helps that his car is souped up as well. I watch as the brunette with him nails him in the arm.
She must have caught him gawking at the new black chick. I scoped her out too. The chocolate beauty is new to the race world.
I’ve been to a ton of these motherfuckers and I’ve never seen her before. Judging by the ride she’s in, she knows what the fuck she’s doing. She’s also my second victim.
Raised voices catch my attention.
“She’s not racing with us. She has no business out here.”
I roll my eyes at the sound of bitch ass Jeremy’s voice. I’ve been dying to whoop his punk ass. He’s a sneaky little prick. You have to watch him.
I’ve already noticed how those shady eyes have been tracking all of us. Just a few months ago, he was in a race where a young kid died. I only heard about the shit.
Supposedly, the eighteen-year-old driver got clipped, his car flipping a few times. Most said it was an accident, but I know a few people who said otherwise. So, I don’t trust the fucker.
My phone rings, taking me out of the conversation between the rich boys.
“Titus,” Griff says through my phone. He never waits for me to say hello.
“What’s up, Griff?”
“How’s it looking?”
“We got a Mustang and Martin. If we keep them in tack, we can get a little under two hundred thousand.”
Griff grunts. It’s more lucrative to sell the cars whole on the black market once we change the VIN number, but it’s also a lot riskier. I know Griff is thinking through the risk and analyzing in his head. You don’t run one of the best chop shops in the city without knowing what the fuck you’re doing.
“Nah,” he eventually says. “I want pieces.”
I smile because I knew he would say that.
“All right, I’ll see you back at the shop.”
“Hey.” He stops me before I hang up. “Be safe,” he says, as if I had no choice.
I wouldn’t say Griff and I have a father and son relationship, but we’re as close as two criminals can be.
“Always.”
Hanging up my phone, I catch the tail end of Reynolds telling the others to shut the fuck up and drive.
I couldn’t help but agree. I wanted to get this shit over with so I can get some rest, maybe even take the chocolate beauty home. I’ve never fucked a black chick, but she’s got me reconsidering my taste in women.
Climbing into my car and shutting the door, I start the engine, revving it. Despite not giving a shit about winning, I do love the adrenaline rush I get while behind the wheel of a car.
I roll up beside Pitman, he’s watching me with an over fucking confident look in his eyes. I flip him off and speed off to cut in front of him. I enjoy the scowl that crosses his face.
I’m lined up in the middle, Pitman on my left, Kelex on my right, and beside him is chocolate beauty. It’s official, I’m definitely fucking her tonight.
Seth announces the race is about to start right before two skinny chicks take a slow walk across the starting line, trying to be sexy. They fail.
The flag drops, and my foot is on the gas pedal. The race is in full speed. It’s neck and neck at first.
Pitman, Kelex, Jeremy, and CB are in the lead. Reynolds looks pissed beside me. He must have got caught sleeping.
Pitman starts to pull away from the race, but I have to keep my eyes on Chocolate Beauty and Kelex’s ride. Those are the two I plan on taking with me tonight.
I notice Jeremy’s car starts to swerve. What the fuck is he doing? I realize his intention at the same time Kelex must have.
Jeremy jerks his car to the left, on track to ram his car into Beauty’s. I try to pull up to intersect it, but Kelex rams the front of his car into the back-right side of the Beauty’s, taking on the full force of Jeremy’s hit. Kelex’s car takes fucking flight in the air, flipping like an acrobat before crashing onto the side of the road upside down. Beauty spins around in a circle for a second before coming to a stop.
Jeremy wasn’t expecting Kelex’s approach . He tries to gain control of the car, spins a few times and then stops facing away from the starting line. His shit immediately catches on fire. I’m out of my car instantly.
My phone goes off in my pocket.
“What the fuck is going on?” Griff barks. I’m sure Q informed him the moment the first car was hit.
“Fuck, it’s bad, man.”
“Look, Titus, get the fuck out of there. Leave now, no bullshitting.” The phone goes dead after his command.
I should get the fuck back in my car, but I don’t. I’m the last person who needs to be here when the police show up. However, instead of following the smart plan, I rush toward the wrecked cars.
“Help! Please, help me.”
Jeremy’s cries cause me to stop. Looking around me, I notice everyone helping beauty and Kelex. There’s no one here to help me with this fucker.
The fire at his engine hasn’t made it to Jeremy yet. In fact, all I have to do is reach in and grab him out of the car. I smile as I watch him.
“Deacon, please,” he pleads again.
I take a step toward the car and squat down so he can better see me.
“Fuck you. You deserve this.” Jeremy’s eyes widen as I wink and rush away from his car.
I get to Kelex’s car just in time to hear Pittman asking for help to pull him out. I grab one arm and shoulder and heft Kelex out of the car. Shit, he’s on fire, I wasn’t expecting that. Reynolds quickly throws a blanket on him, putting out the flames.
Just as we get the fire on Kelex out, an explosion sounds. Without looking, I know it’s Jeremy’s car.
“Oh God, he was still in there,” Beauty cries out.
Some stoned-looking motherfucker is swaying beside her.
“Fuck him,” I snarl. “He caused this shit.”
Besides, it’s what the fuck I wanted to happen. After seeing this shit tonight, I know what they said about the young kid in the other race was true.
“Let’s get him in my car. We all need to get out of here,” Pitman says as he picks up Kelex.
“We have to take him to a hospital,” Beauty announces like we don’t already know this shit.
“You need to get the fuck out of here. Anyone connected to this shit is going to jail. Go,” Pitman roars at her.
“You’re bleeding,” Luke points out.
“Damn,” I say under my breath. Her head is bleeding badly. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has a fucking concussion.
I help Pitman get a passed-out Kelex into the back of his car.
Once he’s situated, Pitman turns to the girl. “Can you still drive your car away from here?”
“Yeah, that guy only clipped me after. He took the impact for me.”
She has no idea Kelex was the one that tapped her bumper, but he did it to save her life. If Jeremy would have had his way, she’d either be dead or severely fucked up.
“One of you follow her to somewhere safe,” Pitman orders and I’m trying to figure out who the hell made his ass the team leader.
“You on the call list?” he aims his question at Beauty.
Seth keeps a list of all his drivers. We’re all saved by nicknames. For a fair price, he lets me see who’s on the list before I enter into a race.
In the distance, I hear sirens. Fuck, I need to get out of here.
“Yeah, I’m Skittles,” she answers, drawing my attention back to her.
I bet her ass is as sweet as Skittles. I’d taste her fucking rainbow. I shake my head. Damn, even in this fucked-up situation, all I can think about is fucking her.
Pitman continues to bark out orders, but I’m too focused on getting the hell out of here. I’m not exactly on the good side of the law. My juvie record alone is enough for them to want to toss me in jail and hide the key.
Whereas these rich kids can have daddy bailing them out by the morning, my pasty ass will be fucked. I tune back into the conversation just in time to hear Pittman say, “I’m going to be the lowlife my father says I am. None of you were here. None of you know what the fuck happened. I’ll get him to the hospital. This is all on me, I’ll take this one.”
I’m not going to argue with his ass. I clap him on the back, my sign of thanks for taking this rap. Then I turn to race back to my car. The moment I get in, my fucking phone goes off again.
“Yeah,” I say this time before Griff speaks.
“Why the fuck aren’t you back at the shop?”
I glance behind me at the cops I just passed heading to the wreck site. Damn, that was close.
“I’m on my way.”
“I don’t have time for you to be playing superhero. Get your ass here, now.”
The phone goes dead, and I drop it on the seat. My heart’s still pounding after that shit. I run a shaky hand through my long hair.
I’ve been doing this shit since I was fifteen, it’s getting old. Hell, I’m getting old. I think it’s about time I start my retirement plan. I think it’s time I get serious about opening up my tattoo shop.
Chapter 1
Friends
Deacon
Three months later…
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I don’t know why I let that short-ass girl talk me into this shit. When I first saw Skittles on that race strip, I visualized all the ways I would fuck her brains out. After spending time with her these last three months, I can’t make up my mind if I want to kill her or pat the top of her head.
I guess this is what having an annoying ass little sibling feels like. I can’t be too mad at her. She has been a lot of help with me getting my tattoo shop off the ground. She’s even gone to different locations with me to help me find a building.
I park my brand-new custom black-on-black Harley Fat Boy near the curb of the bar Skittles told me to meet her at. Taking off my helmet, I then store it in my leather saddle bag. I spot Skittles waiting for me and I go straight to her, a frown already plastered on my face.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I say in reference to the tiny scrap of material she’s sporting as a dress.
“My father is at home, thanks though.”
Her snarky comment only pisses me off further. I glare at her. Once thinking her curves were enticing, now I see them for what they are.
“Don’t get some guy in here fucked up,” I warn, accepting the hug she offers me.
“Ugh, I’m so glad I don’t have brothers.”
“Are we going in?” I ask when she turns back to the parking lot.
“Not yet, we’re waiting on someone.”
I grumble under my breath. “Come on, not this bonding shit again.”
I don’t know why this woman is so hell-bent on getting all of us together. This ain’t a damn after-school special. We’re not going to magically realize we have a lot in common and start holding hands and shit.
The rumble of a car cuts off anything I was going to say. Skittles face lights up and her shoulders lift, pushing her chest slightly forward. I roll my eyes, already knowing who’s joining us.
Will Pitman climbs out of a Viper. His big ass unfolds out of the compact car like a giant. Beside me, Skittles is practically drooling.
“You all right? Do you want me to hold him down while you ride his face?”
“Shut the fuck up, Deacon,” she hisses, never dropping her smile.
Pit eats up the space between us with his long strides, his hands in his front pockets. He stops in front of us.
“What’s up? You asked me to meet you here.” I bet his ass grabbed a box of condoms before he got here. I can tell by the disappointed look on his face, he thought he was getting some pussy tonight.
