Revive
Revive
(Storm MC #3)
Nash & Velvet’s Story
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A Note About The Storm MC Series
Each book in this series continues on from the previous. While there won’t be major cliffhangers in each book, there will be parts of the story that won’t be resolved so please be aware of this.
It is recommended that each book be read in order.
WARNING:
For Mature Audience 18+
Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language
Table of Contents
Disclaimer
Copyright
Nina Levine
Dedication
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
Epilogue
To My Readers
Acknowledgements
Revive Playlist
Nina Levine
Roxie
About the Author
The Beginning: A Duet by Jani Kay
Sneak Peek of Control Me by Elle Raven
Copyright
Copyright © 2014 Nina Levine
Published by Nina Levine
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Nina Levine
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Also by Nina Levine
Storm MC Series
In Order:
Storm (Storm MC #1)
Fierce (Storm MC #2)
Blaze (Storm MC #2.5)
Coming Soon
Slay (Storm MC #4)
This is Blade’s story and it will release on the 20th October 2014
Roxie
She’s wild, carefree and sassy. His total opposite.
She drives him crazy... and yet, she’s the only woman he wants.
This is Roxie & Liam’s story. The Storm MC characters feature in this story but it is not based around the club. I have included some chapters of Roxie in the back of this book and information about how you can read it.
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Dedication
To all the women who have had their self worth crushed by someone they loved.
To all the men who have been too strong and proud to admit when they were struggling.
And to those who picked up the pieces and helped put us back together.
To love.
Prologue
Nash - Three years ago
Memories were a double-edged sword. For me, they were mostly a sword that never failed to leave another scar on my heart. And today was no different. Mothers Day; the beginning of my yearly cycle of remembrance. It always began on Mothers Day and lasted for nearly two months. Had been this way for seven years now and I figured it would continue until Gabriella took her last breath.
I re-read the text she’d sent me.
Happy Mother’s Day asshole.
There was no need to reply so I slipped my phone back in my pocket. The pain she’d stirred up hurt like a motherfucker, but I was skilled at dealing with it now. I shoved it away and focused my attention on finding a distraction for the night.
“You okay?” Velvet asked as she slid into the seat next to me, a concerned look on her face.
My gaze dropped to her legs as she crossed them. And then it shifted up to admire the curves of her hips and tits that were encased in the hottest black dress I’d seen in awhile. Her long, brunette hair hung half way down her back. She was a stunning woman, but the thing I loved about her the most was her heart and soul. Caring and kind on the inside, fearless on the outside.
“Yeah, sweet thing, don’t worry about me.”
“I do worry about you, Nash. A lot. And tonight, you’re giving off a vibe. What’s going on?”
I’d known her for a year now, and she had a way of reading me, of knowing when I was struggling with something. But I didn’t want friends like that; friends who pushed you to play with your demons. I pasted a smile on my face. “Just had a busy day, babe. I need to relax, maybe have some fun.” I winked at her. “You wanna help me with that?”
“You never give up, do you?”
I’d lost count of the number of times I’d hit on Velvet. To her credit, she put up with me and let me do it, all with a smile on her face. She’d almost given in a couple of times but even I knew we’d reached the point where it was unlikely to happen. Velvet had chosen our friendship over sex, and for some reason I couldn’t fathom, I was more than okay with that. Still, a man had to try. You never knew when a woman would give in.
I shrugged. “One day you’ll succumb to my cock, sweet thing. I can be a patient man.”
“I’ve got plenty of other cock to keep me occupied, Nash. It’s your heart and your mind I’m interested in. Maybe one day you’ll give me those.”
“Baby, you say the sweetest things but truly, once you’ve had my cock, my heart and mind will be distant memories.”
She leant closer to me and whispered, “One day you’re going to be knocked off your ass by a woman who will own all three. It’ll be a sight to see, Nash Walker.”
“Sorry, babe, but the only item on the menu is my cock. My heart and mind were trashed by a woman a long fuckin’ time ago.”
More like fucking annihilated.
Her eyes widened and she sat back, processing what I’d said. Before she could say anything else, I stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, yeah?”
She nodded, disappointment clear on her face. “Yeah, Nash. I’ll be here and I’ll come and find you for a chat.”
I forced a smile. “Good,” I said, and walked away from her without a backwards glance. It was all well and fucking good to have friends, but what I needed was pussy. That’s what would m
ake me feel better. Losing myself in it helped me forget. And Mothers Day was a day when I really needed to forget.
Chapter 1
Lookin’ For A Good Time ~ Lady Antebellum
Nash
Storm.
My boys.
As I watched them give J shit about something he’d done, I thought about some of the stuff we’d been through lately. A lot of people didn’t understand our club, didn’t understand what we stood for. When it was all said and done, we stood for family. For loyalty and trust. Things that were hard to come by these days, and things that when broken, could never be repaired. At the moment, our loyalties and trust were being put to the test.
Griff lifted his chin at me before walking my way. “You and J good at the moment?” he asked.
“We’re working on it, brother. It’s been two months since his wedding, and Madison’s done her best to push us together.”
“I can imagine.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, she’s running herself ragged holding get togethers all the fuckin’ time. I think J’s had enough; I know I have.”
“Never thought I’d see the day you and J talked like civilised men. Madison’s a miracle worker.”
“Fuck you.” I grinned at him. “We all know J was a dickhead when it came to his caveman attitude towards Madison, so that was all on him.”
“Takes two to fuck it up,” Griff muttered, his gaze drifting to Marcus who’d just hit the clubhouse.
It was Friday afternoon and all the boys were gathering for Friday night drinks. Tension within the club had hit an all-time high over the last few weeks. After the fallout between Marcus and J a couple of months ago, Marcus was strengthening his ties with some of the boys. It looked like he was using those ties to create a divide between them and those of us behind J.
“He’s a sly bastard,” I said.
Griff turned back to me. “Marcus?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Some of the boys told me the shit he’s been spinning them. Making them promises of huge payouts if Storm runs drugs again. What I can’t fuckin’ work out is why the hell he got us out of drugs years ago if he’s just going to dump us back in that shit.”
Griff was quiet for a minute. “Been trying to figure that out myself.”
J and Scott joined us, and J glared at Marcus. “What the fuck’s he promising them now?” he snarled.
“Christ knows,” Scott said as he downed some of his beer.
I eyed him. “How you holding up, VP? That’s some shit Marcus threw your way this week.”
Scott scowled. “He can throw as much shit as he wants at me, at all of us; if he wants any of us out, we’re not going quietly.”
It was clear Marcus wanted J out, but it looked like he was trying to turn the boys against Scott too. We’d heard rumblings that he wanted a new VP. And it appeared his plan to achieve that goal involved spreading lies about Scott, which was what he’d started doing this week.
“Wilder tell you anything more?” Griff asked Scott.
“Thank fuck for that prospect,” I muttered. Wilder had been with Storm for almost a year, and as far as I was concerned, should be patched in right now. He was quietly behind J and Scott, and passing on information about Marcus.
Before Scott could answer, Harlow and Velvet walked in. I straightened at the sight of Velvet, on high alert for what she might have to say to me. We hadn't spoken in months after a disagreement. However, watching her now, she didn’t appear to be mad at me. In fact, she seemed happy enough to see me. I ran my eyes down her body, and my dick jerked as I took in the skin tight black pants, and fuck me heels she was wearing. I had no idea how women managed to walk in shoes that high, but I wasn’t fucking complaining. My gaze settled on her tits that were pushing their way out of her tight black top. She had to be a double D cup at least. Christ, one day I had to get my hands on them.
They came over to where we were, and Harlow began telling Scott some shit about her day. It was white noise to me as I zeroed in on Velvet’s tattoos. In amongst the ones she had on her arm, there was a new one. It was some sort of flower and swirl design. I wondered what it meant, because Velvet was deep where her tattoos were concerned. She had a lot of them on her arms, stomach and back, and they all symbolised something in her life.
She was watching me. I jabbed my finger in the direction of her tattoo. “What’s it mean?” I asked her, quietly.
“It’s a lotus flower. New beginnings, growth.”
“The colour in it looks good.”
Shit, this whole conversation felt stilted. I yearned for the easiness we used to have. And what new beginnings was she talking about?
“I used your girl again to do it. She’s good.”
I’d put Velvet onto my tattoo artist awhile back after she had a bad experience with the guy she was using. He’d hit on her and hadn’t been happy when Velvet said no. I was livid when I found out, and had paid him a visit. “Yeah, she might be an angry dyke but she’s damn good at what she does.”
Velvet’s gaze shifted to my arms. “You get any new ones lately?”
I chuckled. “It’s kinda getting hard to find any bare skin to ink.”
She smiled; the kind of smile that makes a man forget where he was and what he was doing. “Yeah, I guess.” And then her eyes twinkled with the Velvet mischievousness I’d really missed. “What about your ass, Nash? Is it inked?”
My face broke out in a grin. “You wanna see it? Happy to show you any part of my body that you’re interested in, sweet thing.”
Her eyes continued dancing. Hell, she was flirting with me now, and it felt fucking good. “Can we keep that invitation open? I’m fairly busy at the moment but I think your ass might be worth seeing.”
“You’ve no idea, baby. But I’ve got other body parts that are far more worthy of seeing, and anytime you’re up for that viewing, you just call. Don’t care what time of the day either.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Those body parts inked?”
I leant in so I could whisper in her ear, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, darlin’.”
As I moved my face away from hers, I didn’t miss the glazed look in her eyes. I’d affected her as much as she had me. This sexy tango we’d been locked in for years always aroused me. Flirting with Velvet was one of my preferred activities, but fuck, I’d much rather she take me up on my offers.
Harlow cut in on our conversation. “You ready to go, Velvet?”
Velvet battled to drag her eyes from mine. “Yes,” she murmured. It was evident she would have happily stayed. And that thought right there made me a happy asshole. Perhaps we could move past what had been said two months ago; forget it and move on.
She gave me one last smile before leaving. It confused the hell out of me. It was the kind of smile that says ‘well, it was fun while it lasted’. I’d obviously misread the flirting for something it wasn’t. Shit, women and their fucking mixed signals.
They left, and Griff brought up the one thing I didn’t want to think about. “What are you fuckers doing on Sunday?”
Mother’s Day.
It was ten years this year, and my mind was already overwhelmed by thoughts of it. And that was without whatever Gabriella would fire at me. The anger and hurt that was never far away, surfaced. And along with it, came the suffocating pressure on my chest. My heart thumped and my skin burnt with the rage that I desperately needed to get out of me; the rage, that as much as I tried, I could never escape from.
“I’m doing lunch with Harlow’s mum,” Scott said.
He was oblivious to the shit swirling in my head at the moment. So was Griff. I’d never told anyone; only my family knew. And Kick, but I didn’t see him very often.
“You’re not seeing your mum?” Griff directed at Scott.
“Haven’t worked that out with her yet. I think Madison’s trying to organise dinner with her so we’ll go to that I guess.”
“And you?” he asked me.
I pushed thr
ough the rage to answer him. “Lunch with the family.”
“What are you doing, Griff?” Scott asked.
Shit, it came back to me in a rush. Griff’s parents were both dead. Maybe he needed somewhere to go; a distraction for the day.
He shrugged. “I’ll find someone to spend the day with. There’s always plenty of offers.” He aimed for nonchalance, but I wasn’t so sure it was what he was feeling. I left it alone though; Griff wasn’t big on talking about shit like this. And besides, most days, he preferred his own company anyway.
My attention was diverted by a pair of sexy legs that walked by. I followed the legs up until I hit big tits and knew I’d found my fun for the night. I slapped Griff on the back, and grinned at him and Scott. “Have a good night, boys. I’ll be over there if you need me. That is, until she agrees to ride me, and then you won’t see me for at least a day.” If I could, I’d lock myself away with pussy for the whole fucking weekend. It was always a welcome distraction from my thoughts.
Chapter 2
One Last Breath ~ Creed
Nash
Mother’s Day hit like a bitch.
First I had to deal with the chick I’d screwed last night. Then, I received instructions off my sister, Erika, to pick up groceries on my way to lunch. I’d had a run in with a dickhead at the store and arrived at Mum’s house in the worst mood.
I juggled the groceries in my arms and kicked the half open door all the way open so I could enter. “Carla, a little help please, babe,” I hollered down the hallway.
Carla didn’t appear. Of course she fucking didn’t. My sister’s life revolved around herself and we only got the time of day when it suited her.
“Fuck,” I muttered as the bags of groceries threatened to fall out of my arms. I continued to make my way to the kitchen, doing my best not to drop any of the bags. As I passed the lounge room I caught a glimpse of Carla out of the corner of my eye. And I didn't like what I saw. The groceries all fell to the floor as I saw red.
“What the fuck?” I yelled, as I stepped over the bags and stalked into the room. Carla was on the lounge underneath a guy, and he had his mouth all over her and his hands on her ass. It wasn’t so much his hands on her that pissed me off; more so, whose hands they were. At the sound of my voice, he turned his head to look at me. He smirked and I lost my shit completely.