Taming Lucca: Red Devils M.C. Read online

  Taming Lucca

  Book one: Red Devils MC

  By: Michelle Woods

  Copyright © 2014 Michelle Woods

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  Table of Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  The wall was put into place to protect the rich and the privileged from the fallout of a catastrophic natural disaster that destroyed half the world. The world outside the wall was left to the lawless, while behind the wall the class system was only fair to those born in the upper districts. They ruled the lower class with fear of the being forced into the lawless world outside of the wall.

  Molly Daniels a mechanic living in the lower district is convinced she’s found love or maybe just a way out of her servitude. Instead she finds herself abandoned by her lover and her family, and thrust into the world outside the wall. Told her only chance is with the Blue Bandit MC in the west she sets out determined to find them. Fearful and alone she tries to find her way in a world that’s filled with unknown dangers. Only to find that the world outside might just be better than the one she was forced to leave behind.

  Lucca “Bone” Brighton is the president of the Red Devil MC. His only family is his MC. When Molly ends up in his house after he saves her life, he decides to keep her, only Molly doesn’t make life easy. Not getting what he wants isn’t making him happy. When a rival club kidnaps Molly, he realizes that he’s not letting her go without a fight. This Prez isn’t lying down anytime soon, and he’s not allowing anyone to take Molly from the Red Devils until he’s dead.

  Chapter 1

  Molly Daniels dressed in her grey coveralls. She really hated them, but if she wanted to keep her job she had to wear them. Checking her hair in the mirror, she smiled at the cute twist she’d managed to convince her frizzy black hair was a good look. She put on a light layer of mascara, which was the only makeup she owned, and looked with dismay at her reflection. The shapeless coveralls were lumpy around the hips and baggy around her slight chest, making her look dumpy.

  They really weren’t a good look for her, she thought, turning to see if the side view was more flattering. Sighing with disappointment when it didn’t help, she wished she wasn’t required to wear these stupid coveralls for once. Having to wear them today when they were not at all fashionable or attractive was disheartening. She had a special date with Luzen today. Ha, she thought with a snort, what else could she wear anyway? The one dress she owned was second hand with a simple flair skirt, and had patches sewn into the worn areas.

  Examining herself one last time, she decided it was the best she could look she could manage with the tools available to her. She headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Her mother was standing by the counter loading ration cubes into lunch bags for Molly and her father. Molly continued into the kitchen sitting down at the table in front a bowl filled with goopy oatmeal. She frowned down with distaste at the bowl. She was so tired of oatmeal, but it was cheap and easily available in the Slums so she ate it every morning without complaint.

  “Morning, Mother.” She said, and took her first bite, grimacing in disgust at the gritty taste.

  Molly watched as her mother set the filled bags on the end of the counter, and began to clean the dishes in the sink. She smiled at Molly, although it didn’t reach her eyes. She wasn’t surprised that her mother wore a fitted skirt and flared button up blouse that was a popular fashion in the Hill district. Nor was she surprised that even standing in her slum kitchen, her mother was immaculately groomed, her slightly graying hair forced into a clean bun, which was also popular in the Hill district right now. Her mother was always dressed in the latest fashion from the Hills. Molly was unsure how she managed it. She almost suspected her mother stole the clothes from somewhere.

  “Morning Molly, your father tells me that you have another date with that boy from the Hill district today. He said that boy wants to take you to a place in his part of the city, but I really wish you wouldn’t go.” Her mother paused. Her eyes clouding with concern as she looked at Molly.

  Molly didn’t fool herself that it was concern for her own wellbeing. Her mother loved her in her own way, but she always put her own needs first, followed by Molly’s father, and if she had anything left that’s what little concern Molly got from her.

  “He’s a Hillie dear, and you two dating is like a bird dating a fish. It won’t work. Even if this boy isn’t concerned with his reputation, his class will never accept you as one of them. You’re not in his league. You know….”

  Molly raised her hand to stop her mother’s tirade it was the tenth time that they’d had this conversation and she was over it. Luzen Colden, the man her mother referred to as that boy from the Hill was twenty four, and he wasn’t like the other class snobs who thought that those living in the Slums were little better than lepers. Luzen was sweet, he brought her flowers and even some candy once, and they’d been together for ten months. Today was the day he would ask her to marry him. She just knew it. When he’d asked her to go out he’d seemed nervous about her answer, and when she’d agreed he’d been overjoyed. He’d also told her last week that he loved her.

  She was twenty two years old, and she was well aware that their City wasn’t perfect, but sometimes people could understand that classes didn’t matter. Her Luzen was one of these people. Molly had been a gearhead most of her life, and she’d been looked down on by many in the upper classes during her short lifetime. She hadn’t once been treated that way by Luzen. Even before they were together he was kind to her and to the others who worked on her team, if a little clueless about their true circumstances.

  If he asked her to marry him it would be her chance to escape from this demeaning class, and move into their upper class world. Where she wouldn’t have to eat lumpy oatmeal every day, she thought with disdain, eating another lump of the stuff. When she became a Hillie, as the Slum’s residents called those who lived behind the gates, she wouldn’t look down on her old class as many who’d moved into the Hill district did. She would be kind as Luzen was, only she’d know what it was truly like to be living in this squalor.

  “Please, not before I go to work. We can argue about this when I return tonight. Where’s dad this morning? He’s supposed to be on shift at 7 too.” Molly questioned between disgusting bites of goo to change the subject.

  “He’s helping Mrs. Rohan with that generator of hers, it stopped working last night, and she had no power for her water system. So, he went over to help her fix it.” Her mother looked at her with condescension.

  “And I wasn’t trying to argue again, dear. I just want to talk to you about this boy. You need to face the facts about your relationship with him.”

  Molly ignored her mother’s comment, and smiled this time with real joy Mrs. Rohan grew oranges. She usually paid her father for fixing the old generator with fresh fruit. So, maybe tomorrow, she could have something besides oatmeal and nasty
ration cubes, which tasted like cardboard, to eat.

  Molly ate the rest of her oatmeal in silence, while her mother finished cleaning up the small kitchenette, muttering about ungrateful children. Molly stood and took her lunch from her mother with a cursory kiss to her cheek.

  “Don’t wait up. I will be late tonight. Tell dad I’ll see him at work.”

  “I really wish you’d reconsider about that Hillie, but what does a mother know…” Her mother’s voice followed her out the curtained door into the streets.

  Molly walked towards the gates watching as the children ran by holding toy guns made from trash, and went scurrying over piles of rubbish, then ran into houses made from aluminum siding. She sighed, looking around at what she hoped soon would not be her home. Seeing all the rundown buildings, the muddy streets, and the poverty that filled the Slums of the great city behind the wall, she wanted to escape.

  She headed to the barrier between the Slums and the Hill. Her boots sank into the mud with wet plunks, and early morning light shown off the aluminum buildings almost blinding her. She crossed to the gate where she entered and stepped onto the cobblestone road leading into one of the twenty cubicles were she was scanned for germs, vermin, and then for weapons.

  A mechanical voice chimed in an annoying whine “Slum Mechanic 452 free from germs, now cleared for entry. Proceed to manual inspection.” Screw you, she thought, as the door opened. She really hated that whiny computer.

  She stepped out into the second area of clearance required to enter the Hills. Several others were waiting there forming a line. She saw Racheal, a busty blonde with a dynamite figure covered by a similar pair of coveralls, who didn’t have any baggy areas that made her look dumpy in her uniform. She was stepping out of a cubical to her right and waved with a smile.

  “Hey Doll, I hate these early shifts. I wanted the nights, but the lottery gave me this one again. How was this morning with your mum?” Racheal loudly questioned with a knowing look.

  “You know mother. She was trying to convince me to stay home. Again. Ugg… I don’t know why she can’t just stop with this don’t date him crap. He’s a bird you’re a fish. It’s all crap. I know why she really wants me to stop dating him.”

  Molly mocked her mother, while glaring at Racheal who looked great in her uniform. “I really hate how great you look in these damned coveralls you know.” Molly moved up as the person in front of her stepped forward.

  “Yep, I know it.” Racheal said, preening a bit. “You know it’s just her thinking of you getting hurt that causes her to act that way.” She added, with obvious disbelief in her tone of voice.

  “Ha, my mother cares for little that doesn’t affect her. The only reason she cares is if I do marry him then I would be living better than her, and she can’t stand that. I know she’s always trying to pretend she’s better than everyone else in the Slums because her mother was a whore who got pregnant with a Hillie’s baby.” Molly hissed quietly, while scowling at her friend. Who smiled with delight at the angry outburst, and slung her arm over Molly’s shoulders.

  “Okay, Okay, I know she isn’t a warm fuzzy type, but I’m sure she loves you and wants you to be happy.” Racheal said although Molly could tell she didn’t believe it any more than Molly did. They moved again with the line of people waiting to be allowed into the building two at a time for manual inspections. After a few minutes they finally reached the front of the line.

  “Maybe really deep down…” Molly sighed.

  She was next in line. She showed her id badge to a guard who inspected it with the scanner before returning it, and said in a firm voice “Clear 452”. Molly stepped into the building entering the left door and met Lt. Tucker’s smiling blue eyes surrounded by bushy white brows. Carl Tucker was her favorite guard, a man in his late fifties with grey hair and a slightly heavy frame; he was always friendly and seemed to love his job.

  He’d been recently promoted to Lieutenant within the guard, as the new stripes denoted, two extra stripes were on his right shoulder today. The white shirt and black slacks were the uniform all the guards were required to wear, as were the stun stick and laser gun attacked to his utility belt.

  “Hey, I thought you weren’t doing entry scans since your promotion?” Smiling she raised her arms to allow him to scan her again with the wand scanner.

  “Well they were short staffed, and I wanted to slip you that manual I promised”

  Lt. Tucker reached into his back pocket, and discreetly pulled out an old manual for an turbine engine. This was her secret passion, and she had about thirty five of these old manuals stashed away at home. Carl knew about her obsession, having discovered her rummaging through some old manuals a few years ago in the office of an abandon building in the Hill district. That first meeting could have gone very badly had Carl not been the kind man he was.

  “Oh, I love it thanks” She said stuffing it gently into her coveralls. “How’s Berta doing?”

  “Purring like a kitten after you finished fixing her. I took her for a spin outside the wall just yesterday.” He whispered to her as he finished scanning her.

  “Well keep her tuned like I showed you, and she’ll be fine.”

  Smiling widely Molly moved to the exit as another man entered through the door and walked out into the hall from the little room with a wave over her shoulder. Berta was Carl’s sweet Harley fat bob, which had been built back in the 2000’s. It was a pre-disaster motorcycle. The man loved older technology as much as she did.

  “Clear mechanic 452.” Carl called out as she left the small room.

  Chapter 2

  Molly spent the rest of the day working on one mechanical breakdown after another, nothing seemed to want to work properly. As soon as she fixed one mechanical issue another popped up worse than the last. It was as if the machines were trying to side with Molly’s mother to prevent her from meeting Luzen for their date at six. By noon she was exhausted. That was when the airflow generator decided to break down.

  She’d requested parts for it over three weeks ago, and they still weren’t in. It was hard to fix the machine without the required hoses. She’d had to use some tubes she found in the cleaning closet to patch the one that busted today, but knew it was only a temporary fix. Molly wiped her brow with a greasy hand smearing it with a dark smudge. She was glad that she’d finally managed to get the generator fixed, although without those hoses the patch she’d done wouldn’t last a week.

  She checked the time to see that she would only have ten minutes to get the dock were she was to meet Luzen. Running to the employee bathroom she quickly changed into a clean pair of coveralls from the employee locker. She washed her face while trying to tame her hair back into what had once been a very attractive twist, but was now a mass of frizzy black hair.

  She attempted to smooth it back into the twist for about three minutes. Finally giving up, she quickly pulled it down and braided it, all the while bemoaning the loss of the cuteness she’d created with the twist she had perfected for an hour that morning. She should have brought her mascara, she thought, as she noticed with dismay that she had washed it off with the grease a few moments ago.

  Molly sighed and checked the time to see that she only had three minutes left to get to the dock. There was nothing she could do to fix the way she looked in time to meet Luzen, sighing she went tearing out of the bathroom sprinting toward the dock. Luzen stood by a hover car taxi looking at his watch as she ran down the ramp to meet him.

  “Sorry, the airflow water generator was acting up again. Any idea when the parts will be in? It won’t last much longer without them.” She asked breathlessly as she came to a stop beside him.

  “Molly, my dear, no need to apologize a good work ethic is one of the things I love about you. Don’t you look lovely.” He smiled as he kissed her on the cheek. “I have no idea when the parts will be in. They can’t even be ordered until Thornton Davis looks at the generator to verify your assessment.”

  He began ushering h
er into the waiting hover car, not noticing the anger that filled her at the thought of someone having to verify her assessment. It was one of the things that maddened her about the plants Hillie management, anything that a Slum worker requested for the water plant had to be verified by a Hill mechanic before parts were ordered. Trying not to allow her anger to show she spoke carefully.

  “Thanks. I’m just wondering when he would be coming for the review. We could lose that generator, and then there would be a shortage of fresh water for the Hill.” Or more like the Slum’s, thought Molly.

  The hover car flew towards the lower Hill restaurant and bar sector. Luzen patted her hand as if she were a child.

  “Not to worry, my dear, it will be soon enough. Now, let me tell you about my day. I was at the manager meeting, and they talked of increasing the wage by two credits per week, isn’t that wonderful.”

  Molly bit her tongue to keep from yelling. Two credits would not make the fifteen a week that much better for many of the mechanics on her team. It would maybe buy one meal for most of their families. Many of them had three or four children to feed. Two credits wouldn’t do much to help them provide for their families. If the managers would raise it ten as the teams had asked it would make life less stressful for many of the workers at the plant.

  It was hardly an unreasonable wage to ask for when the managers made a thousand credits a week. The wage difference was supposed to be because the cost of living was so much higher in the Hill district than it was in the Slums. This was one thing she didn’t like about Luzen. He had an utter lack of understanding of what life in the Slum district was really like.

  “That’s nice.” Was all she replied to avoid a fight on the night she thought he might be purposing.

  “Yes, I know it’s much lower than they requested, but it is progress, right?” He beamed as if she should be grateful for the pittance.

  “Progress. Right.” Molly knew by his frown that she hadn’t been successful in keeping her anger from her tone. Smiling brightly to lighten the tension she placed her hand over his. Even as her stomach burned in anger, and her mind screamed that it wasn’t progress so much as a way for them to keep the classes separated. He lost his frown as the car came to a gliding halt outside of a restaurant called Crave. He assisted her from the car leading her to the door holding it open for her to enter.