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  Relent

  Book 1

  Sydney Storm MC

  by Nina Levine

  WARNING:

  For Mature Audience 18+

  Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Disclaimer

  Copyright

  Nina Levine

  Dedication

  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

  Epilogue

  Bonus Chapter

  A Note From Nina

  Acknowledgements

  Sneak Peek – All Your Reasons by Nina Levine

  About The Author

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2015 Nina Levine

  Published by Nina Levine

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including electronic or mechanical, without written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Nina Levine is in no way affiliated with any brands, songs, musicians or artists mentioned in this book. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it to the seller and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

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  Cover Design By Louisa Maggio, LM CREATIONS

  Nina Levine

  USA Today & International Bestselling Author

  Also by Nina Levine

  Storm MC Series

  In Order:

  Storm (Storm MC #1)

  Fierce (Storm MC #2)

  Blaze (Storm MC #2.5)

  Revive (Storm MC #3)

  Slay (Storm MC #4)

  Illusive (Storm MC #5) – COMING 2015

  Command (Storm MC #6) – COMING 2015

  Havoc Series

  Destined Havoc (Havoc #1)

  Inevitable Havoc (Havoc #2) – COMING 2015

  Crave Series

  All Your Reasons (Crave #1)

  Keep up to date with my books at my website

  http://ninalevinebooks.blogspot.com.au

  Dedication

  To everyone who struggles with self-doubt.

  YOU ARE ENOUGH.

  NEVER DOUBT THAT.

  Prologue

  Evie – 16 years old

  “You do know the only reason every guy in school wants you is because they all think you’re just as much of a slut as your mother is, don’t you?”

  I finished washing my hands before turning off the tap and lifting my head to look in the mirror at the three bitches standing behind me. They always seemed to wait until I was alone in the school toilets before attacking me with their hateful words.

  “You do know the reason every guy in school doesn’t want you is because you’re a nasty, spiteful cow, don’t you?” I threw back at Stephanie, the ringleader, before turning to face them.

  I watched her eyes widen in surprise. She quickly regrouped and spat some more nastiness at me, “You might be pretty now but looks don’t last, so I recommend if you actually want to lose that virginity you’re hanging onto, to pick one of them and get it done. The rest of your life will be downhill from here and you might not get another chance. I mean, it’s gone to shit now anyway, Evie, so I’m not sure why you would even hope that it’ll get better. Your sister is gone and your mother screwed her way to fucking up your family . . . and if you think Kick will ever see you as more than a friend, you’re dreaming.”

  My hand connected with her cheek a second later and the sound of the slap echoed through the tiny room. Anger pumped furiously through my veins at her words. She’d been throwing words like these at me for months now and, in my grief, I’d been ignoring them. Ignoring her. But she’d pushed me now and I’d had enough.

  “Don’t you ever mention Shelly again!” I yelled, as I desperately tried to fight off the guilt and shame that bubbled up whenever my sister and mother were mentioned.

  Will it ever end?

  Pain pounded in my head as a headache set in. The headaches were never ending these days, and I knew this one, like all the others, wouldn’t ease up for at least the rest of today.

  Stephanie stared hate at me as she held her face where I’d slapped her. “Just stay away from Todd and I won’t ever mention her again. He’s mine and I’m not gonna lose him to a whore like you.”

  I stood stunned as the three of them gave me one last venomous look before leaving me alone. What the hell? I wasn’t even interested in her boyfriend. Slumping against the sink behind me, I ran through all my interactions with Todd lately, trying to work out what she was referring to. Lost in my thoughts, I was caught off guard when the door pushed open and Kick barged in to the room, concern etched on his face.

  His eyes found mine and he asked, “Are you alright?”

  I rubbed my temples as the headache intensified. “Yeah, why? And why are you barging into the girls’ toilets?”

  He came toward me, the concern on his face shifting to something else. Frustration. I knew that look from him well. “I saw those bitches leaving and Stephanie said something about you being in here and needing me.” He paused and came even closer, his eyes now demanding honesty from me. “I know you’re not okay, Evie. When are you gonna admit it and ask for help?”

  Always my protector. But this time you can’t save me.

  The pain throbbed harder in my head and I struggled for breath.

  I can’t do this now.

  I wrapped my arms around myself, my fingers clawing at my arms, digging into my skin. Desperately wanting to force the despair and hopelessness out of me.

  “Don’t you see, Kick? Even if I ask for help, there’s nothing you can do. Not this time.” He’d always been there for me, helping me pick up the pieces when they smashed around me. I knew he thought he could fix me, fix this horrible situation, but it was time he admitted it – no one could fix this.

  He listened to what I said, his body tensing as he processed it all. Anger tore across his face and I gripped the sink as I waited for his explosion. Kick had a temper and it was about to unleash itself. Although he was only seventeen, I’d seen grown men shrink under his temper.

  “Fuck!” he roared, turning around and punching the door. I remained silent and simply watched as he punched it again, his back muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. Stephanie had been right when she’d said I wanted Kick to see me as more than a friend. But even I knew that would never happen. Although he was single now, he usually had a girlfriend or a girl he was sleeping with. He was my best friend and that was all it would ever be. And I’d made
peace with that a long time ago. But it didn’t stop me admiring everything Kick was.

  Good-looking with olive skin, brown hair that begged for fingers to be run through it, green eyes I could get lost in for days, and built with muscles gained from hours of football training.

  He turned back to face me and scrubbed his hand over his face. “I’m gonna go and sort that bitch out for you once and for all. I’ve had enough of watching them tear you down for something that wasn’t your fault.”

  We stared at each other for a couple more moments before he stalked out of the toilets.

  Shit.

  I had to stop him before he went too far.

  I had to make him see.

  This was my fault.

  I deserved everything I got.

  Chapter One

  Evie

  I’d hit it.

  That moment in life when you grow weary of trying.

  When you’ve taken so many steps forward and twice as many back and you throw your hands in the air and say to fuck with it.

  I was done.

  Done caring.

  Done wanting to care.

  Done with it all.

  Life could try and drag me back into the game all it liked, but I was out.

  As I sat in the afternoon traffic with tears streaming down my face, I kept my hands firmly on the steering wheel and let them fall. Jeremy was always telling me to let it all hang out, to not hide myself from the world, so I was only honouring him by not giving a shit how bad I looked. And yet, as we sat bumper to bumper, not moving, I was sure the driver in the next car must have been looking at me, judging me. I glanced in his direction to find him engrossed with his phone. I stared for a couple of minutes but he never gave me the time of day.

  Nobody cares, Evie.

  Not me, not him, and not the driver that killed Jeremy.

  I sagged against the steering wheel as the pain sliced through me.

  Again.

  It had been nearly a week and the pain was as intense as it had been the day he died. But I knew from experience the pain would never go away. Eventually, I’d numb myself to it, but still, I’d carry it with me to my grave. Jeremy and I were entwined so deeply that some days I hadn’t known where he ended and I began. We’d been a part of each other’s lives since we were ten.

  Since Kick brought him home from school and declared him a part of us now.

  Shit.

  And that was the kicker.

  Now I’d lost both of them.

  ***

  It took me twice as long to get home from work than usual due to the horrendous traffic. As I pulled into my driveway, I saw my best friend, Maree, sitting on my front step. She hadn’t left me alone since Jeremy’s death, and I was at the point where I needed some space. I loved her dearly but she never knew when to back off.

  Sighing, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and gave myself a quick onceover in the mirror. Shit, I looked awful. My mascara wasn’t waterproof after all, and I had black streaks running down my face. Add to that, my foundation had worn off in the heat of the day and my long, brunette hair had frizzed in the humidity, and I looked like a woman you would possibly cross the road to avoid.

  Maree came towards me as I stepped out of the car. “You look like you need a girl’s night in,” she said, assessing me.

  Maree was the kind of woman who never stepped foot outside her house unless she was immaculately presented. Even after a long day at her teaching job, with teenagers harassing her, she still looked good. Makeup still perfect, blonde hair swept up into a ponytail, black dress almost wrinkle free and heels not even affecting her feet. “I hate you, Maree,” I muttered, taking it all in.

  She raised a perfect eyebrow. “Why?”

  “Because you always look good and it’s not fair,” I answered as I walked past her to the front door of my house.

  She followed close behind me. “Evie, have you taken a look in the mirror lately? You could wear a goddamn sack and look hot. Without even doing your hair or makeup. I have to spend hours in front of the mirror to achieve what you wake up with.”

  I turned to look at her and frowned. “What I wake up with? Bed head and a puffy face?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “No, sex appeal. You can’t fake that shit, and you were lucky to be born with it. Even standing here with your messy hair, non-existent makeup, and fucking mascara all over your face, you still look sexy. Any guy would pick you over me any day.”

  She was wrong, but I didn’t have the energy to argue. Besides, I hadn’t been laid in six months so I didn’t know where all these men were who she thought would be interested in me. “I still hate you,” I said, and resumed my journey to the front door. My thoughts had shifted now to how I was going to break it to her that I needed a night off rather than a girl’s night in. Maree wasn’t one to give up easily when she was on a mission. And her mission at the moment was to get me through my grief. What she didn’t seem to understand was that time spent with her wasn’t going to take away my sadness.

  As I unlocked the door and entered my house, I could hear her rambling on about her day. Her words drifted in and out as I trudged down my long hall to the kitchen at the back of the house. I caught snippets of ‘those kids will be the death of me’ and ‘it’s only February and I already need a holiday’. But mostly, I was lost in a fog where her words floated in my mind alongside images of Jeremy. Laughing, being a dickhead, dancing...all the fun we’d had over the years had replayed over and over in my mind this week. Like a movie. A movie I couldn’t switch off.

  “Evie! Are you listening to me?”

  Her shrill tone snapped me back to the moment. “What?”

  She dumped her bag on my cluttered kitchen counter, and my attention drifted to the mess. I never let my house go like this, but this week I just couldn’t have given a shit about it, and it showed. Dishes were piled next to the sink, unopened mail lay scattered on the counter, and other junk had accumulated that I didn’t have the energy to sort out.

  “Evie!”

  I blinked and gave my attention back to her. Pulling out a seat at the kitchen table, I sighed and collapsed onto it. Looking up at her, I said, “Sorry, I’m not with it this afternoon.”

  I’m with Jeremy.

  I wish I was with Jeremy.

  She sat with me, her face full of sympathy and concern. “I know, but you need to get yourself together because the funeral is tomorrow.”

  All of the grief and anger I had churning in me spewed out and I was helpless to stop it. “I don’t have to get myself together, Maree. Fuck that. I’ll go to the damn funeral but I’m only doing that for Jeremy, and he wouldn’t have given a shit if I was the crazy lady at the funeral who howled her way through it and let her fucking mascara drip all over the seat. In fact, he’d want me to be the crazy lady. He was always telling me to let myself go and just feel. Well, fuck it, after all this time, I’m not going to give a fuck about appearances. I’m going to feel it all, and if anyone doesn’t like the way I deal, they can go screw themselves.”

  Her eyes widened, clearly surprised at my outburst, but she gave me a big smile. “Well, okay then! I’m liking this new Evie.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a packet of facial cleansing wipes. Maree kept a full kit of makeup on her at all times. Passing a wipe to me, she said, “Here, clean off your mascara, babe.”

  My face was the least of my worries, but I took it from her and did as she said. “I’ll be okay on my own tonight.”

  She frowned. “I don’t want to leave you on your own.”

  “Maree, I’m going to get through this. It’ll take some time, but just because I’m a mess doesn’t mean I can’t be on my own.” I paused and then added softly, “I need to be on my own tonight.”

  Her lips pursed together. I knew this was going to be a battle. Maree was the kind of person who always needed to be surrounded by people whereas I didn’t. I craved time to myself and felt like I would go crazy when I didn’t get
enough of it. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Evie. I don’t mind hanging out with you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  My weariness intensified. I just wanted her to go so I could have a shower and then curl up in my bed and wallow in my grief. She wasn’t making it easy for me, though, and even the thought of having to argue with her over it heightened my exhaustion. “No, that’s not what I’m worried about. You know me, and you know I like time to myself. That’s all this is about. I know that you think you know better about what I need, but just because it’s what you would want if you were me doesn’t mean it’s what I want. Can you understand that?”

  Hurt flickered across her face but she covered it well and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered and pushed her chair back to stand. Looking down at me, she said, “But if you need me, all you have to do is call.”

  As relief filled me that she’d listened, I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

  She slung her bag over her shoulder and gave me one last smile. “I’m always here for you, Evie. I just wish I could take away all the bad shit for you.”

  I gave her a weak smile and nodded. “I know, babe. I know.”

  When the front door closed shut a couple of moments later, I took a deep breath and then pushed it back out. My heart sat heavy in my chest. Over the years, so many people had stomped on it, but this felt the worst.

  Maybe it had finally taken one too many beatings.

  Maybe the patches I’d given it were no longer enough to hold it together.

  Maybe it needed more than bandages to put it back together.

  And if that was the case, I was screwed.

  Love had packed up and walked out of my life a long time ago.

  Chapter Two

  Kick

  “You ready to fuck some assholes up?” King asked me as he passed me a beer.

  I took the drink and drank some before asking him, “Who?”

  He shifted forward in his seat to speak which was a good thing. Even though it was only eleven in the morning, it was busy in the clubhouse bar and the noise, combined with the deafness in my left ear, made it hard for me to hear what he was saying.