Brothers in Arms Read online Penny Dee (Kings of Mayhem MC #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Mayhem MC Series by Penny Dee

Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)

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Brothers in Arms (Kings of Mayhem MC #2)

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Penny Dee

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Someone is going to pay. But who?
They took someone from me. And I’m going to make them pay. In blood. But before I can do that, I have to make sure my girl is safe.
And I will do whatever I have to, even break my own heart, to make sure she survives. Because she is my queen. My everything.
He’s changed. His grief is overwhelming and I can feel the gap widening between us. Someone is coming after the Kings of Mayhem MC.
And we are trapped as they play out their evil scheme. Because under the cover of darkness, they are coming for each of us, one by one, to play out their own twisted vendetta.
And no one is safe.
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Kneeling in your loved one’s blood and having them die in your arms changes you.

I know it changed me.

When Isaac died, my heart hardened.

My anger was palpable.

As I watched them remove his lifeless body from the pool of his blood, I vowed revenge. Fury thundered through my veins. Life changed in a heartbeat, and every part of my being could feel it. Rage tore through me, spiraling into every nerve and fiber, every muscle, every tendon, every shard of my shattered heart. Pain ripped at my guts and opened me up. But it was nothing, nothing, like my need for retribution.

Bull and Caleb showed up. God knows who called them.

Despite Indy’s protests, I sent her home in the safety of a police cruiser while I followed Buckman and the ambulance to the county morgue. I didn’t know why, but I needed answers, and for some reason, I felt they were with Isaac’s body.

Isaac’s body.

My chest caved in under the weight of my grief.

“You can’t be here,” Buckman said as I bounded the steps of the county morgue.

“Try stopping me.”

He pressed a hand into my chest to stop me from going inside. His old brown eyes sought out mine. “Don’t make me arrest you, son.”

I expelled a deep breath of air. “Isaac is in there…”

“I know.” Buckman stepped in front of the doorway. “And you need to let us do our job, Cade. Let Zachariah take care of him.”

Zachariah Sumstad was the county medical examiner.

I sucked in a deep breath and looked away. My grief was dizzying. My head spun. I wanted to rip someone’s head off to somehow release the growing agony inside of me. I wanted to find out who did this to Isaac and choke the hell out of them and watch the life drain from their eyes.

I inhaled deeply, the muscles in my jaw clenching. “You find out who did this. And you let me know.” My voice was low, dangerous, and dripping with a barely controlled rage.

Buckman nodded. “As is protocol.”

I leaned in. “No. I want this guy.”

“I can’t do that, Cade.”

“Then I’ll just make sure it happens. You won’t be able to protect him.”

Buckman put a hand on my shoulder. “One step at a time, son.”

I turned and stormed down the steps to my bike. Then, gunning the engine, roared off into the morning.

I was going to find out who killed Isaac.


You can see the moment when someone realizes their life is never going to be the same. It’s almost as if you can see the cogs working behind their eyes as they try to make sense of what they’ve just heard. What does this mean for me? How will life be from this moment on? When I pulled up to Cherry and Isaac’s little house just out of town, Buckman was already knocking on her door.

I roared up the driveway and came to a quick halt.

Cherry answered the door and took one look at Buckman, with his hat against his chest, as he said the words that would change her life forever.

Isaac was dead.

I ran across the lawn toward her. I saw her frown. Saw her shake her head as if to say, no, you’re wrong. Saw her knees go weak and the dazed look on her face as she fell against the door.

I climbed the porch steps two at a time, brushed past Buckman and wrapped my arms around her.

“It’s not true,” she said desperately. “Tell him, Cade. Tell him he’s wrong.”

I held her tightly against my chest. “I’m so sorry, Cherry.”

She pushed me away. “Not you, too. Why are you both saying this? He’s alive.”

She fled to the kitchen and picked up her cell phone from the countertop, her fingers shaking as she dialed Isaac’s number.

“He was picking up pie for me,” she said desperately, ending the call when nobody answered, then quickly redialing. Somewhere in the blurry depths of my mind I could see Isaac’s phone ringing unanswered in the county morgue, covered in his blood. “He’s coming home to fix the water pump. I’m making him chili for dinner.” Her whole body trembled and tears flowed down her cheeks as her thoughts frantically bounced all over the place. Her body already knew he was gone but there was still a tiny shred in her mind that refused to believe it. “He likes the way I make his chili. I use the peppers from the garden.”

I crossed the room and gently took the phone from her, then pulled her into my arms again. There was no need for words. Her mind let go of the last scrap of hope and the terrible acceptance sank in. She weakened against me and slowly collapsed to the floor.

“Her sister Ashlee lives three doors down,” I said to Buckman. “You better go get her.”

When Buckman left, I guided Cherry to her feet and led her over to the couch.