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  Hate on Me

  Knights of Retribution Book 1

  Elizabeth Knox

  Contents

  Knights of Retribution MC

  Knights of Retribution Porn Stars

  Knights of Retribution Clubwhores

  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

  Epilogue

  Hate on Me

  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.

  Hate on Me. 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.

  Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Cover Designer: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations

  Photographer: Golden Czermak, Furious Fotog

  Model: Matthew Hosea

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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

  Zorro

  Series: Iron Vex MC

  Enraged

  Bossed Up

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

  Bet on Me

  Rely on Me

  Hate on Me

  Series: The Clans with Iris Sweetwater

  Promised

  The Trade

  Cherished

  Deceit

  Love is War

  Defiant

  Shattered

  Ruthless

  Covert

  Heretic

  Venomous

  Flawed

  Demise

  Series: The Mackenzie & Volkolv Duet

  Deceptive Love

  Series: The Mackenzies

  Forbidden Love

  Corrupted Love

  Sin City Fets with Linny Lawless & Aubree Valentine

  Switched

  Surrender

  Full Throttle with Erin Trejo

  Against All Odds

  Sharp Edges

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  Vex’s Temptation

  (Iron Vex MC #3)

  Inc’s Regret

  (Satan’s Raiders MC #1)

  Coming in 2021 From

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  Filthy Valentine

  (A Dungeon Demons MC Prequel)

  Ransom

  (Love Hack #1)

  Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology

  (Second Edition)

  The Elites: A Dark Secret Society Collection

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  Series: Bloodlines Trilogy

  Fated by Blood (Free Prequel)

  Series: Nightshade

  Blood Oath (A Prequel)

  Series: Lone Wolf MC

  Origins (Free Prequel)

  Series: Hells Gateway MC

  Caym’s Fated Mate

  Series: Bloodborn Academy

  Bitten Magic

  Anthologies

  Romanticizing the Gods

  The Elementals

  Playlist

  Freaky Girls — Megan Thee Stallion feat. SZA

  Prisoner — Miley Cyrus feat. Dua Lipa

  Girls in the Hood — Megan Thee Stallion

  My Monsters — New Years Day

  Rooting for My Baby — Miley Cyrus

  D.R.E.A.M. — Miley Cyrus feat. Ghostface Killa

  Knights of Retribution MC

  Memebers

  Gamble — Prez — Ol’ Man — Hart

  Children: Ace (Gamble’s Daughter)

  Ravage — VP

  Mammoth — Enforcer — Ol’ Lady — Riva

  Children: Dahlia

  Needles — Road Captain

  Butcher — Sgt. at Arms

  King — Treasurer

  Judge — Full Patch

  Mugshot — Full Patch

  Serpent — Full Patch

  Sly — Prospect

  Knights of Retribution Porn Stars

  Flora

  Benita

  Deli

  Maryse

  Gigi

  Amber

  Nicoletta

  Sasha

  Knights of Retribution Clubwhores

  Razz

  Jugs

  Peaches

  Electra

  Maia

  Cali

  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.

  Prologue

  She’s been through more Hell than you’ll ever know. But, that’s what gives her beauty an edge . . .”

  ~ Alfa

  Flora

  Two Years Ago . . .

  A metal light hangs a few feet in front of me from the ceiling in the middle of the tool shed. Saws, sledgehammers, wrenches, paint cans, and other supplies are up against the walls. At least they’re up against the walls that don’t have cracks and holes with bits of lights shining through. A bee flies outside the only window we have in the shed and a throbbing sensation pulsates to the bottom of my jaw and shoots up to my temple.

  “Flora . . . Flora, are you awake?” my cousin, Benita, asks me from the radiator she’s chained to. She’s kneeling on the floor, looking to me with pleading eyes.

  We’ve been here for . . . for what feels like months but I know it must be weeks. It couldn’t have been more than a few weeks at least. I’m so tired, so exhausted being here in this position. “Flora?” Be
nita says my name again, sounding more terrified than the first time.

  I try to nod but can’t. The slight movement causes pain to shoot from the middle of my neck over my shoulders. Looking down I see my normal walnut colored skin is covered with splotches of black, blue, purple, and even green. If I could turn my neck, I’m sure my back has the same color pattern spread across it.

  “I’m awake,” my words come out crackly from how thirsty I am. I’m so thirsty that it’s become normal for me to feel every crevasse on the inside of my mouth. While Benita has been given food and water in front of me since we’ve been here, our captors only give me the minimum to keep me alive. They’re using me to send a message, to try and coax Benita into saying where her father might be hiding. He raised us like sisters even though we’re cousins, taking me under his wing and treating me as his own after my father died. The only downside? He works for a drug lord. One that he stole a kilo of cocaine from. Only, that isn’t the worst part. Instead of telling me or Benita what he did, or to flee the country, he left us to be picked up by his angry boss.

  I’ve been tortured day and night, all in an attempt to get Benita to give her father up and she hasn’t yet. I don’t know if she ever will, but I’m growing so tired of trying to live. At this point I’d welcome death, because it would mean no more pain. No more agony.

  “Are you okay?” Benita’s question is stupid. How could I be okay? I’ve been beaten with a metal pipe the last few times, and before that they were using a baseball bat, and before that they’d use their fists.

  I’m sure I must look defeated, but I can’t even answer her. I simply inhale deeply while the mix of rusted tools and fertilizer blazes through my nostrils. But pain hits me in my upper back, proving that even breathing causes me some sort of torment.

  “Flora?” Benita’s question is agonizing. I want to scream at her, to yell and plead, to tell her the reality is I’ll die here if she doesn’t give them what they want . . . but I don’t have the energy. Not anymore.

  The door to the shed creaks and two men come filing in. One of them with dark hair, the son of the man who ordered us to be locked in here. I can tell he doesn’t like what his father’s ordered of him, but he has to respect it or he’ll be killed. In Latin America blood means next to nothing, especially if you betray your family. With a snap of a finger your death will be ordered, so people fall in line very quickly.

  The man next to him though . . . he’s the one I’ve come to fear. My heart pumps ten times faster whenever I hear his heavy footsteps coming near, and I find it difficult to breathe, almost like I’m hyperventilating. My body knows he only brings pain, and thus I’m sure it’s my body’s last attempt to try and get me to run . . . but I can’t, even if I wanted to. Ropes dig into my limbs, wrapped tightly around my wrists and ankles, so tightly they burn with the slightest movement.

  The pain bringer goes to the side of the shed and shuffles a couple of things in the darkness. When he comes back into view, he has a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. At least, I think it’s barbed wire. He drags it against the cement floor and the sound of the wire on the floor rings throughout the shed.

  My eyes widen in terror and I look to my cousin, pleading with her silently, begging for her to say something, to give them anything. As much as I don’t want the pain, I don’t want to die, and I want to get out of this . . . but I know the only way either of us will be able to get out of this is if she gives them something—anything.

  He picks the bat up, pulls it back, and slams it against my arm. My scream comes ripping out of me at the impact of the wire into my flesh. He jiggles it up a bit and pulls it free, causing me to lean my head and sob while heat spreads through my left arm.

  “Stop this, please stop this!” Benita begs them both, yanking her chain against the radiator.

  “You know I can’t do that, not until you tell him what his father wants to know,” the pain bringer tells her, circling me like a hungry shark in the water. He swings the bat back and brings it down on my stomach. Bits of wire catch not only my tummy, but my arms as well and I bring my head back even though my body screams at the slightest movement. I want to do anything to bring more space between myself and the pain bringer, but as I look back, I see the somber filled eyes of the son. The man whose name I don’t yet know.

  The son takes a few steps toward me, places his hands on both sides of my face and looks down at me. “Flora, if you tell us what my father wants to know, I will get him to let you live. I promise you, I will get him to grant mercy on you both for your uncle’s transgressions against my family.”

  “We’ll never tell you anything!” Benita spits out.

  Not even a second later I’m being hit again by the pain bringer, but the shocking part is how the son of the drug lord wipes my tears away. A man who could make a difference . . . a man who could grant me my freedom if he wanted.

  I’m hit again, but this time it’s with the metal pipe, against the side of my face the pain bringer has been focusing on the last few times. Pain shoots through my body quickly and specks float in my vision. Before I know it, the darkness is beginning to take me and the son is shaking his head in disappointment, yelling at Benita, but I can’t hear what he says.

  If I make it out of here alive, I’m going to leave the country . . . and I’m going to get as far away from here as I fucking can.

  Chapter One

  Walk like a king or walk like you don’t care who the king is

  ~ Billionaires Mind

  Needles

  Present Day . . .

  The sun beats down on my exposed skin as I toss lumber into the dumpster we have here at the clubhouse. We’ve been here for about eight months now and we’re finally nearing the end of the renovations. I wipe the back of my hand against my forehead to remove the beading sweat, really hoping we get done with this shit sooner rather than later. Even though most of us are shirtless and in shorts, it barely does us any good when it’s in the mid-nineties.

  Mammoth and I ripped out the old subfloor in the small one room house where we’ll be having church. Gamble and Hart have already dubbed it our chapel, and so it is. Crazy how we started renovating this last. Luckily, some of the structures on the property didn’t need too much work, but some of them . . . fuck, I don’t even know how they were standing. Like the clubwhores cottage. It’s more like a small house, with three bedrooms in the basement and three bedrooms on the first floor . . . but the basement had black mold and we had to call in these specialists. What a fuckin’ headache that was.

  The first thing we did when we started the renovations around here was get Gamble and Hart’s place settled. They’re in the three-bedroom ranch style house near the barn. That was the most put together building here on the property. The only thing that needed to be torn out was the tile in the bathroom and the carpets downstairs.

  We have a three-story farmhouse with about twelve bedrooms, which is great for us. But a couple are up in the attic and the lighting up there was shit, so we added recessed lighting and all that. Needless to say, since we’ve been here, we’ve been busy as fuck. Sometimes it feels like I’m a construction worker and not a biker, though.

  Bending down to grab another piece of shitty ass subfloor from the steps outside the chapel, I chuck it into the dumpster without even looking. “Whoa, what’s with you?” Mammoth questions with a cocked brow.

  I wipe my hands on my shorts. “Really? You’re gonna stand there and ask me that question?” He should know why I’m pissed. I’ve been pissed for months now because my ass isn’t in the Ukraine, going after the motherfucker who dared to order the hit on a child. Not just any child, Gamble’s little girl, Ace. Thankfully she had a lifesaving surgery and while things were rough for quite a while, she’s back home now and she’s doing okay.

  “Are you about to fuckin’ bring up Konstantin again?” Mammoth growls, glaring at me while he takes off his working gloves. He bends down to pick up a bottle of water and chugs
it, holding up his finger which is essentially telling me to not say a damn word ‘cause he’s got some shit to say. “You do realize we’re dealing with enemies at our back door, literally. The Beasts of Brutality know we’re around now. We’ve come across them on numerous occasions and that one piece of shit tried to get into a fight with Ravage at that deli, remember?”

  “It’s not a deli, it’s a bagel shop,” I correct him. The best bagel shop in all of Delaware if you ask me. Surf Bagel, fuck, they’ve got the best veggie cream cheese, and I never had a chocolate chip bagel until the day I walked in there. One time I was in there and two of their guys came in, I was standin’ behind one of their bagel chip racks and they didn’t notice me at all which is a blessing in disguise considering we were still learning their territory. The two I did see were close enough for me to read the names on their cuts, Pistol and Duke.

  “Whatever, you get the damn point. We only have so many people, brother. I don’t think I need to say we can’t be makin’ quick decisions, especially since we have kids here now.” He’s right, we have to be smarter, but it doesn’t mean we have to forget about those who have done us wrong. I’m ex special-ops, and I’m ready for blood.