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  Mayhem

  A Reapers MC Boxset

  Elizabeth Knox

  Contents

  Gone But Never Forgotten

  Billings, Montana Charter

  Las Vegas, Nevada Charter

  Chihuahua, Mexico Charter

  Reapers MC Clubhouse

  Dixon

  Reapers MC Book 10

  Zane

  Reapers MC Book 11

  Amara

  Reapers MC Book 12

  Grim

  Reapers MC Book 13

  Chaz

  Reapers MC Book 14

  Mayhem

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Mayhem. Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth Knox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact E. Knox.

  Cover design: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations

  Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Created with Vellum

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  Series: Skulls Renegade

  Reign

  Redemption

  Revenge

  Relentless

  Reckoning

  Reclaimed

  Reckless

  Regret

  Reclusive

  Retribution

  First Generation: A Skulls Renegade MC Boxset

  Series: Steele Bros.

  Tough as Steele

  Stripping a Steele

  Protecting a Steele

  Steele her Heart

  Stolen Hearts: The Complete Steele Bros Boxset

  Series: Reapers MC

  Scarred

  Blackjack

  Here Kitty, Kitty

  Booger

  Widow

  Kade

  Hawk

  Bull

  Cobra

  Mouser

  Dixon

  Zane

  Amara

  Grim

  Chaz

  Frost

  Series: Iron Vex MC

  Enraged

  Series: Royal bastards Mc: Baltimore/Knights of retribution mc

  Bet on Me

  Rely on Me

  Series: The Clans with Iris Sweetwater

  Promised

  The Trade

  Cherished

  Deceit

  Love is War

  Defiant

  Shattered

  Ruthless

  Covert

  Heretic

  Venomous

  Flawed

  Demise

  Sin City Fets with Linny Lawless & Aubree Valentine

  Switched

  Surrender

  Full Throttle with Erin Trejo

  Against All Odds

  Do you like Paranormal Romance?

  Check out Elizabeth’s Alternate Pen Name, Liz Knox.

  Series: Bloodlines Trilogy

  Fated by Blood (Free Prequel)

  Series: Nightshade

  Blood Oath (A Prequel)

  Series: Lone Wolf MC

  Origins (Free Prequel)

  Coming in 2020 From

  Elizabeth Knox

  Corrupted Love

  (Mackenzies #2)

  Bossed Up

  (Iron Vex MC #2)

  Zorro

  (Reapers MC #16)

  Consumed

  (An F/F Driven Novel)

  Hate on Me

  (Knights of Retribution MC #1)

  Inc’s Regret

  (Satan’s Raiders MC #1)

  Coming in 2021 From

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  Filthy Valentine

  Ransom

  (Love Hack #1)

  Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology

  (Second Edition)

  The Elites: A Dark Secret Society Collection

  Coming in 2020 From

  Liz Knox

  Caym’s Fated Mate

  Romanticizing the Gods

  Bitten Magic

  The Elementals

  Coming in 2020 From

  Liz Knox

  Caym’s Fated Mate

  Romanticizing the Gods

  Bitten Magic

  The Elementals

  Gone But Never Forgotten

  Fist — Former Prez (Decdeased

  Cracker – Former VP (Deceased)

  Saffron – Fist’s woman, Sakura’s sister, Sydney’s mom. (Deceased)

  Billings, Montana Charter

  Zane – Prez – Ol’ Lady – Octavia

  Children: Sydney (adopted), Neo

  Blackjack – VP – Ol’ Lady – Ashley

  Children: Dex (Blackjack’s previous relationship), Noelle & Fist

  Bull – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady – Alexa

  Grim – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Natalie

  Children: Aggie, Davina, Sorcha (Nat’s Kids)

  Tex – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy

  Children: Kat

  Dracus – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy

  Children: Nova

  Bolt – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy

  Children: Jordyn

  Zorro – Full Patch

  Axel – Full Patch

  Hammer – Full Patch

  Frost – Prospect

  Turmoil – Prospect

  Bama – Prospect

  Stiletto – Prospect

  Siren – Prospect

  Doom – Prospect

  Las Vegas, Nevada Charter

  Damon – Prez – Ol’ Lady – Kat

  Children: Luna

  Dixon – VP – Ol’ Lady – Indra

  Children: Jalen (Indra’s previous relationship) & Khloe

  Booger – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady – Camila

  Children: Ransom

  Widow – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Tania (A Jackal)

  Children: Zoe (Widow’s previous relationship) & Talon

  Chaz – Full Patch

  Cobra – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Izzy

  Hawk – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Raven

  Kade – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Ivy

  Children: Orion & Fate

  Mouser – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Sakura

  Ripper – Prospect

  Jolt – Prospect

  Spark – Prospect

  Poison – Prospect

  Brick – Prospect

  Doc – Prospect

  Boulder – Prospect

  Rooster – Prospect

  Chihuahua, Mexico Charter

  Amara – Prez – Ol’ Man – Dante

  Reapers MC Clubhouse

  Trigger Warning

  This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run of the mill romance and tough subjects will be spoken about in this storyline. This story could include things like: rape, kidnapping, abuse, domestic violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and many other potential triggers.

  Dixon

  Reapers MC Book 10

  Playlist

  How to be Lonely — Rita Ora

  Didn’t I — One Republic

  Mad At You — Noah Cyrus & Gallant

  Dear Agony, Aurora Version — Breaking Benjamin & La
cey Sturm

  Monster — Paramore

  Forever — Fletcher

  Hurt Again — Julia Michaels

  Stuck on You — Savannah Sgro

  Do You Mean It — Anthony de la Torre

  Back in my Arms — Carlie Hanson

  Love Lies — Normani & Khalid

  Acknowledgments

  My Betas, Courtnay, E.C., Jai, Chas, Tania, Janet, Taneesha, Kim, Isabelle, Heidi, Cynthia, Jojo, Vikki, & Lisa— Ladies, I can never truly rave enough about the group of you. You’re here for me every single day, from the earliest point in the morning until just before midnight. I hope you know how much I value each and every one of you that’s on my team. I know in order to read my books you’re all making sacrifices on time, whether it’s missing time with your family, on vacation, or something else. Please know that my books wouldn’t ever be the quality they are without any of you. Love you all so dearly!

  My Cover Designer, Clarise— Your ability to read my mind has never faltered and honestly, I don’t think it ever will. Thank you for not only being a great design partner, but a true friend. I cannot wait to create more magic with you.

  My Blogger Team— You guys are amazing. No matter what it is I can always count on you all to be able to help me. I appreciate and adore your continued support more than I could ever express.

  My Editor, Kim and Proofreader, Jackie— As always, thank you both for somehow being able to keep up with my constantly changing writing schedule. Honestly, I think we’re the dream team. I also think we’ve finally got this thing down pat and what works with us all. I can’t wait to start some of the newest books with you both!

  Rae & GG— Thank you so much for taking a look at my manuscript and helping me properly develop Indra’s voice. I love you both so much and appreciate your help in making Indra as authentic as she could be.

  Rae, E.C., and Raven— Thank you ladies so much for being my sprinting buddies galore. We kind of knocked it out of the park this month with all of our manuscripts, hitting goals and smashing out deadlines. I can’t wait to see what the group of us accomplish this year!

  To the terrified ones— you have nothing to fear.

  Life is full of the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sure, it can be scary, but never be afraid to take a risk.

  Even if you’ve lost love, you never know when the possibility of finding something great will appear from the shadows.

  Take your chance, and most importantly— live your life and love your life.

  Prologue

  “I have found so much beauty in the dark, as I have found horrors in the light.”

  ~ QuotesTime.Net

  Indra

  3 years ago . . .

  Something warm and wet flows down my cheek. I feel heat above me and turn my neck slowly, even though the pain is agonizing. Opening my eyes, I realize what’s happened as my sight lands on my husband. We’ve been in an accident.

  “Cornell?” I call out his name but he doesn’t respond, his rich chocolate eyes blankly staring in my direction.

  Cornell and I took the weekend away from our busy office jobs in Phoenix and came out to the Grand Canyon National Park. Even though we’ve both lived in Arizona our entire lives, neither of our parents were the type to take us out here. They weren’t exactly campers, but more of the church going, backyard barbeque type.

  I reach out my hand to him in the driver’s seat and touch his skin, but he doesn’t move. In the back of my mind I know what this means, though I don’t want to accept it. We were celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary with a beautiful weekend in nature and . . . God, what happened?

  We drove out to Desert View Point and toured around the stone tower. It was on Cornell’s bucket list since he loves old architecture. The way I drove up here he was telling me facts about some of the structures we had to stop and see.

  Flashbacks of us walking back to the car suddenly resurface. Cornell looked tired and I asked him if he wanted me to drive to where we’re staying, but he didn’t. I had driven all day so he insisted on driving this evening.

  Moving my eyes around the Jeep I can see the sun is almost down now. I think we left around five and we’re in the middle of summer. God, we must’ve been here for hours! Every fiber of my being wants to freak out, to throw every rational thought out the window. I can’t, though. I don’t have the time to freak out right now. Looking back to Cornell, I try to see if my gut instinct is wrong.

  But as I look up a bit further, I see a piece of metal from the roof jammed into his skull and let out an agony filled cry.

  Okay.

  Alright.

  At least I know what I’m dealing with. I’m the general manager for a loan servicing company in the heart of Phoenix which means I continuously have my phone on me. Even when I’m off, there are typically a couple bodies in the office on the weekends who log in overtime. We mainly deal with auto loans, so our only typical day off is Sundays. That being said, it’s likely I’ll always need to respond to an email.

  The last time I remember having my phone is when I slid it into my crossbody purse. It was in my lap as we were driving and now, I’m not sure where it is. The sun is starting to go down and I’m running out of options. I can’t imagine the thought of being stuck here all night long. Thinking fast, I decide to not look for my purse and lean toward Cornell. Eventually, I’m able to stretch my arm far enough to lay on the horn. This is when I realize the airbag didn’t deploy. Neither of them did.

  Oh my God. How am I even still alive?!

  I keep pressing on the horn over and over again until the little light we had turns to darkness. Unsure how much time has passed I keep pressing on the horn and see a pair of headlights rolling up. I stop pushing on the horn and yell for help. “Help me! I’m in here and I can’t get out!” My right leg has been confined by something and that’s when it hits me. The warmth I was feeling over my leg is my blood dripping over my lower extremities.

  I’ve been bleeding here for hours with my husband’s dead body lying beside me.

  Every bit of ration flies out the window while my body starts to shake and I scream like my life depends on it. When I suggested we come out here for a weekend away . . . I never thought this could happen.

  I lost my best friend. The man I’ve known since I was five years old. The one who beat up the first bully who ever made fun of me. The one who asked me out to every dance and then took a step back when I was in high school and wanted to see other guys. We made our way back to each other before graduation, knowing our love was one of a kind. Moved to two separate cities and went to college, getting engaged and navigating the choppy long-distance waters. We were married and rented our first apartment soon after we graduated college and now, we’ve just celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary.

  I’ve just lost the most important person in my life, and I don’t know how I’ll ever cope with it.

  Chapter One

  I swear I will make you suffer in ways you never imagined

  ~ Unknown

  Dixon

  It’s hard to believe it’s early August. The heat wave we’ve been damned to deal with over the summer has made us all grumpy fucks. Thankfully we were able to sort out the air conditioning problems we’d been having. But, we were giving the kids priority over us brothers. Especially Kade and Ivy’s twins. They’re still fresh out of the oven, only a few months old at this point. Raven and Hawk had the next priority since she has guardianship over her little sisters, Bridget and Danica. Kat was next since she’s pregnant, but now we all have air conditioning, even in the clubhouse.

  “Hey Dix’,” Sakura says the second she walks into the clubhouse. She’s dubbed me this annoying nickname because she knows how much it gets on my fuckin’ nerves. Hawk on the other hand loves to rub it in too.

  She and I have become good friends over the last couple months. She isn’t the type of woman I usually allow to keep me company. I’d be lyin’ if I said she wasn’t a breath of fresh air, though. Typ
ically, the type of chicks I have around me are the ones stuck in my bed. Not Sakura though. Nope, she’s claimed by Mouser. Hell, those two sure are somethin’ when you put them together. Mouser made a remark the other day and said he’s never wrapped his shit up when he fucks her. He doesn’t even know if she’s on birth control and all I’m over here thinkin’ is how those two makin’ babies together . . . fuck man, they’d be models. Combine a cocky pretty boy with a gorgeous Japanese woman. How could they not be fuckin’ models?

  “What’s up?” I ask, lifting my eyes up from the book I’m readin’. Now, I’m not the kinda fucker who got an A+ in English or any of that, but I do enjoy readin’ a good book. I can usually finish one within a month and right now my current read is 1984 by George Orwell. I’m about half-way through it at this point.

  Her eyes drift down to the book in my hands, “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were reading.”

  “You never do,” I jokingly say, takin’ a small dig at her. Every time she needs somethin’ I’m right in the middle of my book. She must have a hidden camera on me that sends a notification to her damn phone.

  “What’s this one about?” She inquires.