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  Off Limits

  Kings of Mayhem MC Series Book 5

  Penny Dee

  Copyright 2019 Penny Dee

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

  Disclaimer: The material in this book contains graphic language and sexual content and is intended for mature audiences, ages 18 and older.

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  I’m about to break the biggest rule of all.

  RUGER

  I was sixteen when she was born.

  The niece of my best friend.

  An angel with bright blue eyes and hair the color of night.

  Through the years I’ve seen her grow from an adorable dimpled cupid into a strong, independent beauty.

  Into a goddess.

  A temptress.

  Fate has brought us together.

  But she is off limits.

  I’ve got no business wanting her.

  No business at all.

  CHASTITY

  For years I’ve crushed on him.

  An older man who makes me tremble.

  A biker King whose arms I want to get lost in.

  Whose body I can only dream about touching.

  Whose lips I’m dying to taste.

  I shouldn’t want him.

  But I do.

  I shouldn’t lust after him.

  But tell that to my poor hopeless heart.

  I should stay away.

  But I won’t.

  Off Limits is book five in the Kings of Mayhem MC series. It can be read as a standalone. For readers 18+.

  2019 has been a crazy hard year. This book is dedicated to all those who got knocked down and had to struggle to get up again. You’re not alone. And we’ve got this. xx

  Dear Reader,

  Off Limits begins only a few months after Cassidy and Chance’s bloody climax with Barrett Silvermane in Hell on Wheels. That book ended with an epilogue that takes place a couple of years after the events in this book. Timelines can get a little tricky when you write a series, especially if you write an epilogue that spans over a few years. So, I hope this clears up any questions you may have about when things take place. Thank you for continuing to read the Kings of Mayhem MC series. I hope you enjoy Chastity and Ruger’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  Happy reading,

  Penny Dee xx

  The Calley Family

  Hutch Calley (deceased) married Sybil Stone

  Griffin Calley

  Garrett Calley (deceased)

  Griffin Calley married Peggy Russell

  Isaac Calley (deceased)

  Abby Calley

  Garrett Calley married Veronica Western

  Chance Calley

  Cade Calley

  Caleb Calley

  Chastity Calley

  The Western Family

  Michael ‘Bull’ Western

  Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Western

  The Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club Original Chapter

  Bull (President)

  Cade (VP)

  Ruger (SAA)

  Chance

  Caleb

  Davey

  Vader

  Joker

  Cool Hand

  Griffin

  Matlock

  Maverick

  Animal

  Yale

  Tully

  Nitro

  Hawke

  Ari

  Picasso

  Caveman

  Reuben (honorary member)

  Prospect 1

  Prospect 2

  Employees of the Kings

  Red (Chef, clubhouse housekeeper)

  Randy (Clubhouse barman)

  Mrs Stephens (Bookkeeper, administration)

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Note From Author

  Path of Family

  Kings of Mayhem MC

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Connect With Me Online

  About the Author

  CHASTITY

  Chastity 6 / Ruger 22

  I dug the chalk into the concrete and concentrated hard on drawing the picture properly. I liked drawing on the driveway because it was so big, like a giant piece of paper. Drawing was my favorite thing to do in the whole world. Caleb said I was a good drawer, but Chance and Cade still teased me a lot, saying my pictures look like sticks and drunken rainbows.

  Whatever.

  Stupid brothers.

  I changed my chalk, picking up a pink one to draw the nose and a yellow one for the whiskers.

  I was drawing our cat Carburetor. He was a ginger cat with big paws and he loved me the best. For some reason he didn’t like my dad. But that’s probably because my dad wouldn’t let him sleep on the end of the bed like I did… and because my dad could be a little scary sometimes.

  When the screen door opened, I looked over my shoulder and saw a man step out onto the porch and light a cigarette. It was Ruger. He was a friend of my Uncle Bull’s. Today we went to church and watched his sister get buried and it was really sad
because she was so young, and everyone was saying how terrible it was for someone so young to be taken so soon. She died last week when a car smashed into hers.

  She was married to my Uncle Bull and now everyone says he is broken-hearted.

  I watched Ruger step off the porch before I turned back to my drawing. Uncle Bull cried a lot when her coffin went into the ground. I had never seen him cry before and it really scared me. He was always so happy and kind. Always smiling, even if he had to wear those dark glasses all the time because he had something wrong with his eyes. They are a weird blue. Bright and light like there was a lamp on inside of them.

  He loved Wendy.

  That was her name.

  She was young and pretty, and she was real nice, too.

  But she was dead now.

  “Whatcha doing, kiddo?” Ruger asked.

  I looked up at him. He was standing next to me, looking down at my chalk drawings on the concrete. His long hair hung down past his shoulders and he had a bit of hair on his face. I liked Ruger. He had nice green eyes. They were kind and sparkled like shiny green stones.

  “Drawing,” I said, turning back to my picture.

  “It’s good.”

  I looked up at him.

  “My brothers say I can’t draw.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “They do?”

  I nodded. “They say my pictures look like sticks and they can’t figure out what they are.”

  “Well, now, that seems like a mighty unfair thing to say,” he said, taking a draw on his cigarette. “I, myself, do not think they look like sticks. In fact, I think what we have here is some pretty amazing artwork.”

  Ruger spoke funny. He and Wendy came from a town far away from here—so far away it was in the very next state over from Mississippi, which I learned at school is called Louisiana.

  I liked the way he talked.

  “Really?” I asked, unsure. Ruger was nice. Kind. He was the same age as my eldest brother Chance. I had three of them. Brothers, that is. And they were all way older than me. So I knew when someone was pulling my leg. I squinted up at him. “What do you think it is?”

  “That there picture?” He pointed at it with his cigarette burning between his fingers. “Oh, I know what it is… that there is some well-drawn, well-thought out—”

  “Miss Chastity Ramona Calley, look at all that chalk all over your dress!”

  Before Ruger could finish, my mom came storming down the driveway toward us. I looked down at the front of my dress and it was covered in pink and yellow chalk from where I had wiped my hands on it. There was also chalk all over my knees.

  “It’s okay, Mama, I’m creating artwork.”

  I didn’t really know what that meant, but Ruger had said it and I liked the way it sounded.

  “Don’t sass your mama, child,” my mom said as she walked over to us. She took the cigarette from Ruger and puffed on it before handing it back. My mom was real pretty. The kind of pretty you saw on the girls in the magazines at Miss Tolliver’s Hair Salon in town. She had long black hair like a raven’s wing, and eyes like the bright blue sky. She was kind but could be mad if us kids misbehaved. “Now get inside, your uncle will be leaving soon and you need to say goodbye.”

  I whined. “Can’t I have five more minutes so I can finish my picture, Mama?”

  I gave her my best pleading eyes.

  Well, that’s what Chance called them.

  And they worked too because my mama shook her head and gave me a half-smile. “Suppose another five minutes won’t hurt none. You already gone and got chalk all over it, I s’pose there’s no harm in a little more. Just don’t you be talking the ear off Ruger now. It’s been a hard day for your uncle for sure, but Ruger, as well. I’m sure he’s feeling broken-hearted right now and just needs some quiet.”

  “She’s good company,” Ruger said kindly.

  Mom smiled at him and then looked back at me. “Five minutes. No more.”

  “Yes, Mama.”

  When she disappeared inside, I looked at Ruger. “Is it true?”

  “Is what true?”

  “Are you broken-hearted?”

  I watched him sit down on the edge of the porch. “I guess so, kiddo.”

  “Do you need some quiet?”

  He smiled. “Nah, I like talking to you about your pictures.”

  He took another puff of his cigarette but he looked down and I could see he was sad.

  “I’m sorry about your sister. Aunt Wendy was real nice.”

  He nodded but didn’t say anything, and I noticed how the lump in his throat bobbed up and down as he thought about something. I felt bad for him because he looked so sad. So, I sat down next to him. I looked at the sugar skull ring on my finger. It was my favorite. My mom gave it to me for my birthday and said it came all the way from Florida. It was silver with blue stones in the eyes. My mom said they’re called turquoise and were what you called semi-precious. I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded important.

  I twisted the ring off my finger and placed it on Ruger’s knee.

  “What’s this?”

  “It’s a happy ring.”

  “A happy ring?

  “My mom says you can’t be sad when you wear it. So, if you wear it you won’t be sad no more.”

  When Ruger smiled, two dimples appeared on each side of his mouth and his teeth were very white.

  “You’re giving me your happy ring?”

  “Yes. Because I don’t want you to be sad.”

  I picked it off his knee and grabbed his hand, sliding the ring onto his pinky finger.

  “Is it working?” I asked, looking up at him.

  Ruger’s eye widened and he smiled again. “Well, now, how about that. It works!”

  “Really? You’re not sad no more?”

  He grinned. “Nope. Not one bit.”

  I grinned back, feeling really happy.

  “But I can’t keep it,” he said.

  My face fell. “Yes, you can. You have to because I don’t want you to be sad, Ruger. You’re nice.”

  He looked at me. He was thinking. And for a moment, I thought he was going to tell me he couldn’t take the ring. But then he smiled at me and held his hand up to look at it on his finger.

  “Well, how can I argue with that?”

  I grinned. “You’ll keep it?”

  “How can I give it back when it works so well. See…” He pointed toward his smile. “It makes me real happy.”

  I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Then, jumping off the porch, I picked up my chalk and kneeled against the concrete again. Thunder rumbled in the clouds above us and I wanted to finish my picture before it started to rain.

  Ruger stood up and crushed his cigarette beneath his big motorcycle boots.

  “See you around, Kitty Kat.”

  I looked over at him and squinted. “Why did you call me that?”

  He nodded to the chalk picture of Carburetor, then winked at me before he walked away.

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  Maybe I wasn’t a bad drawer after all.

  CHASTITY

  Let me get one thing out of the way right now.

  I was a virgin.

  Yep, you heard me right.

  A virgin.

  I know, I know. I bet you just asked yourself how the fuck a reasonably good looking twenty-two-year-old with a likable personality and an okay figure could still be a virgin. Believe me, it’s a question I’ve asked myself a hundred times before.

  I won’t bore you with a poor-me sob story.

  Or some plea about wanting to save myself for the right guy. Believe me, that wasn’t the case.

  I’m just going to give you the facts so you know exactly how this story started.

  I’m an MC princess.

  I was born into club royalty. The club being the biggest motorcycle club in the South, the Kings of Mayhem.

  I’m the niece of the club’s president, Bull Western.

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bsp; Daughter of the infamous Garrett Calley and badass biker queen, Ronnie Calley.

  And baby sister to the three Calley brothers: Chance, Cade, and Caleb.

  Count that.

  Three. Brothers.

  Who all happened to be fierce, alpha biker Kings.

  So, needless to say, finding a date in this town when I was growing up wasn’t easy. Impossible, actually.

  You date me and you’re dating the club.

  And there weren’t lot of decent guys lining up to do that.

  Actually, there were zero.

  Nada.

  Zip.

  That’s what you got for being me.

  The only time I ever had any freedom with dating was in college where nobody knew anything about my involvement with the mighty Kings of Mayhem motorcycle club. Or whose daughter I was. Or whose niece I was. And I’ll tell you something else, getting a guy to ask you out on a date is a lot easier without three alpha brothers hanging around.

  I really wanted to lose my virginity before going to college because how awkward would that be? But let’s just say that didn’t quite work out because no one in this town was game enough to date me, let alone fuck me.

  Not that there was anyone who turned my head or piqued my interest.

  So, I left for college a virgin, ready to hand my V-card to the first decent college boy who was up for the task.

  I met Joey the day I arrived in California. Tall. Good looking, Nice smile. Big, strong body straight off the field from football practice. Hair you could run your fingers through while losing hours beneath him. We fell quickly for each other. But Joey was from a religious family. His commitment to God and his faith meant no sex before marriage, which completely devastated my lose-my-virginity plans.

  I admit, it was frustrating on many different levels. But even though we did abstain from the actual act of sex, we did satisfy each other in other ways when our make-out sessions got us hot and bothered. I mean, we were away at college and consenting adults. Fingers. Tongues. Hard but fully-clothed body parts. They all came into play. But Joey still wanted to wait.

  When Joey asked me to marry him, I was ready to exchange vows on the spot and spend a month in bed with him. I was desperate to fuck and to be fucked. I. Was. Ready. But Joey wanted to do it right and ask my brothers for their blessings. He knew my father had been murdered during an altercation outside of a bar, but that was all he knew about it. I never went into detail. Never told him about the whole motorcycle cub thing.