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  Distrust

  Hallowed Crows MC -1-

  G.N. Wright

  Copyright © 2021 by G.N. Wright

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, businesses, companies, organizations, locales, events and incidents are either a figment of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. Any resembles to any person, living or dead, is unintentional.

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  This author does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third party websites or their content.

  Content editor: Samantha Bee

  Cover Design: Samantha Wildeboer at Sunset Bibliophile

  Created with Vellum

  This book is dedicated to all of my Smut Queens.

  Read it loud.

  Read it proud.

  Contents

  Author Note

  Playlist

  Prologue

  1. Rebecca

  2. Aiden

  3. Rebecca

  4. Ezra

  5. Rebecca

  6. Killian

  7. Rebecca

  8. Aiden

  9. Rebecca

  10. Ezra

  11. Rebecca

  12. Killian

  13. Rebecca

  14. Aiden

  15. Rebecca

  16. Rebecca

  17. Ezra

  18. Rebecca

  19. Killian

  20. Aiden

  21. Rebecca

  22. Rebecca

  23. Aiden

  24. Rebecca

  25. Ezra

  26. Rebecca

  27. Killian

  28. Rebecca

  29. Aiden

  30. Rebecca

  31. Ezra

  32. Rebecca

  Afterword

  Acknowledgments

  Also by G.N. Wright

  About the Author

  Author Note

  I don’t want to ruin any of the fun stuff but I do want to warn you of the contents of this book.

  Distrust is the first book in the Hallowed Crows MC series. It follows the story of an abused but now rescued FMC and her brood of gritty antiheroes.

  This dark new adult romance is a reverse harem meaning the heroine will not choose a love interest at the end. It contains dubious situations, violent content, and sexual scenes. It is also the first book of a planned trilogy so please note it does end on a cliffhanger.

  Kinks included are blood play, knife play, humiliation, degradation and dubious consent. There are group sex scenes included from the start and also some male on male content.

  If none of the above is to your liking then this book is not for you. If you would like any further details on any of the above then please reach out with me to discuss before reading.

  Please proceed with caution.

  Playlist

  Listen on Spotify

  Birthday Sex - Jeremiah

  First Fuck - 6LACK, Jhené Aiko

  Prisoner - Raphael Lake, Aaron Levy, Daniel Ryan Murphy

  Daddy Issues - Neighbourhood

  New Girl - Finneas

  Do I Wanna Know? - Artic Monkeys

  Watch Me Burn - Michele Morrone

  Need You Like That - EZI

  Bad Intentions - Nike Heaton, Migos, OG Parker

  Simmer - Hayley Williams

  Savage - Bahari

  High For This - The Weekend

  Still Be Friends - G-Eazy, Tory Lanez, Tyga

  Or Nah - Ty Dolla $ign, The Weekend, Wiz Khalifa

  Addicted - Saving Abel

  Angels & Demons - Jxdn

  Devilish - Chase Atlantic

  I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

  Nobody - Grayson Chance

  Saints - Echos

  Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, Imagine Dragons

  Keep Me Afraid - Nessa Barrett

  Pain - Three Days Grace

  Die For Me - Post Malone, Halsey, Future

  TWO YEARS AGO

  Most girls wouldn’t contemplate letting three guys take their virginity, but I’m not most girls. My father is Connor O’Sullivan, President of the infamous Hallowed Crows Motorcycle Club. He tried everything in his power to keep me away as a child, but all that did was make me want to know more. He tried to shelter me, forcing me to live across town with my Aunt Megan, but once I saw them, everything changed.

  I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I was fourteen years old and had just ridden the bus all the way from North Side to the clubhouse. I climbed over the iron gate, and before my feet hit the ground, I was being dragged backwards and caged against the metal railings. That was the first time Aiden Graves' eyes rendered me speechless. His self-assured stare disarmed me completely. He took my breath away with the way his glare bored into mine, like he could read my every thought.

  Before I could even say a word to him, my dad was hollering my name across the yard. Aiden’s eyes widened slightly when he realized who I was, then he released me with a harsh shove. His touch practically scorched my skin. Dad dragged me by the arm into his office to yell at me for being reckless, but all I could think about was the beautiful boy with the emerald eyes.

  When Aunt Megan came to pick me up, I saw him again, only this time he wasn’t alone. Killian Drake and Ezra Bishop flanked him on either side, both just as achingly stunning as Aiden. I remember knowing then that I had never seen any guys so perfectly imperfect before. I remember thinking how much I wanted them to be mine. At fourteen years old, your first love is always going to be a disaster, but I didn’t have just one, I had three. All of them older than me, smarter than me, and completely out of my reach. But that didn’t stop me from following them around for the next four years.

  I bided my time, waited for them, let them run havoc, fucking endless amounts of whores, but that stops now. Tonight is my eighteenth birthday and there is only one thing I want.

  Them.

  I tug on the fitted, silk black dress I’m wearing for the fifth time tonight. It keeps riding up as I walk. I don’t usually wear something this revealing, but I need to use every tool in my arsenal to disarm them if I'm going to get what I want. Underneath I am wearing the sexiest underwear I have ever bought. It’s black lace, see through, and more provocative than anything else I own. Match that with my silver stilettos and my long black hair hanging in thick curls down my back, I know I look stunning.

  I’ve been lingering around the clubhouse for the last three hours, waiting for everyone to be sufficiently intoxicated so I can make my escape. I know exactly where to find them, and once I watch my dad disappear with his ‘not girlfriend’, Claire, I make my way to their ‘Den’. The three of them claimed the basement of the clubhouse and turned it into an apartment. Unsurprisingly considering how inseparable they are, they do everything together.

  Well, almost everything.

  I hear the thumping of the music, and smell the rich scent of weed before I even push through the doors. When I enter, I find exactly what I expected, the guys spread out across the large, black, leather sofa, and multiple underwear clad girls vying for their affections. I roll my eyes at the theatrics they are putting on as I lean against the door to watch them.

  Aiden’s ebony black hair is tousled over to one side like it always is, chaotic and untam
ed, just like him. His jade green eyes are glossy thanks to the joint he's smoking. It doesn’t hide the boredom lingering within them though. Not from me.

  Ezra’s blonde hair is freshly cut, shorter on the sides than it is on top, his striking blue eyes, giving the joint in his hand more attention than the girls.

  Then there is Killian, with his dark shaven hair and brown eyes that could scare the devil. His stare is hungry, but even he is mostly ignoring the girls. It’s E that is at the center of his attention.

  All three of them are still wearing their MC cut. They're jet black, worn out, with various patches dotted across each of them. The signature grayish skull and wings, unmissable when you get a view of the back. Aiden is shirtless beneath his, offering up a perfect view of his ripped, tattooed torso, while Kill and Ezra both still have on their shirts.

  The three of them together could bring any woman to their knees, and they do, regularly. I mean it’s not like they could admit to the attraction I know they feel towards me, until today I wasn’t even legal. What red blooded males wouldn’t take advantage of what they are regularly offered.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. But I don’t just want them because they are more tempting than most, I want them because they see me, the real me. Connect with me deeper than anyone has before, and I want more of that. More of them. Which is why I am here now. I've bided my time, waited until nothing stands in our way, and now I’m ready to claim what I know belongs to me.

  Killian is the first to spot me of course. His talent for noticing things knows no bounds. His mahogany eyes dance with mine through the haze of smoke, and I see him nudge the other two, alerting them of my presence. The three of them are like one soul spread across separate bodies, thinking, and moving in sync at all times.

  Aiden calls out to me first, always the one in charge. “What are you doing here, little Sully?” His rough voice washes over me, and it doesn’t matter how many times I tell him that I hate that fucking nickname, he still uses it.

  One of the girls, Candice, turns, giving me a dirty look as she palms her own naked breast. None of the club girls like me. It’s no secret that my dad would have murdered any guy who touched me before tonight, but they still have always seen me as a threat. As they should. These three Crows are considered prime real estate among the club whores, and it would be considered a slam dunk if they landed themselves a spot as one of their old ladies. Like I'd ever let that happen.

  “Yeah, little Sully,” she whines, with an emphasis on the word little, “Can’t you see your boys are occupied.” Her tone is patronizing as fuck, and I think about smashing her head into the table like I did when I was fifteen and she kissed Ezra for the first time. I was grounded for two weeks after, but it was so worth it. My best friend Angel still likes to tease me about it. If he could see what I was about to do, his taunts would be unbearable.

  “Yeah, well it’s my birthday,” I say, focusing on the guys before adding, “And I’m calling Murder.” I gleam as I watch all three of the girls' shoulders drop, while Ezra chuckles deliciously.

  ‘Murder’ is mine and the guys’ code word. It’s something we came up with during the time I bugged them relentlessly into becoming friends with me. They told me I was too young to be hanging around them as they had just started officially prospecting for the club.

  I followed them everywhere, and one day Killian finally snapped and asked me if I knew that a group of crows were dangerous. When I didn’t immediately respond they turned to walk away, only halting when I called out “It’s a murder of crows.” It was the first time I ever saw him smile, and the first time Aiden granted me my nickname when he replied, “Very clever, little Sully.”

  From that moment on, our weird friendship began. I taught them ridiculous notions I discovered online or at school, and they taught me how to defend myself. We’d hang out in the garage after school, spend family day at the club side by side, and even crash some nights in my room watching TV. It was amazing, even with all the girls I had to see come and go. We ignored the electrical charge present between us all, and settled for the only kind of relationship that was appropriate. Friendship. But that ends here.

  Aiden must sense the seriousness of my tone, because he shifts to sit up, uttering one word to the girls, while his eyes remain fixed on mine. “Leave.”

  The girls scramble at his order, because that’s exactly what it is. An order. If my dad is King of the Crows, then Aiden is the dark Prince. They grab their discarded items of clothing and give me the death glare on their way out. I let them pass, giving my most fuck you smile as they go, before I let the door slam behind me and then lean against it.

  “Tut tut, naughty Bex. You scared away our evening entertainment.” Ezra drawls, his tone melting me to the bone as he lets his gaze devour me from head to toe. He is the only one who has ever openly defied my father, giving me my first kiss when I was sixteen. I still remember how he tasted of whiskey and chocolate. It’s been my favorite taste ever since. He’s had his tongue pierced since then, and I’ve heard more than a few of the girls’ brag about how good it feels. I want to feel it too. No, I need to feel it.

  “Not true.” I start, taking a subtle deep breath. “I just switched it up for something you want more.” They would probably hear the slight shake of my voice, if it wasn’t for the deafening sound of the bolted lock sliding into place.

  I watch as all three of them focus on my hand as it drops from the door. Aiden’s jaw clenches so hard it makes a vein in his neck throb. The whiskey in Killian’s hand pauses halfway to his mouth, for once showing a break in that tight control of his, and Ezra chokes on the joint he just took a drag from. All of them staring at me wide-eyed.

  “Bex.” Killian starts, but I step forward silencing him.

  “Don’t act like this is one sided, Kill. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” I shift my gaze to the other two. “The way you all look at me.” I take another breath, then push the straps of my dress off my shoulders, sliding it down my body and letting it drop to the floor. It pools around my heels as I slowly step out of it, not letting my gaze fall from theirs for even a second.

  “Fuck.” They all mutter in unison, as their eyes trail over me from head to toe.

  “Who are you here for, Love?” Ezra asks carefully, his stare locked in on the smooth sheer underwear barely covering the v between my thighs. The hunger in his gaze sets my bare skin ablaze.

  “All of you.” I reply immediately and without regret. This is how I always imagined it, the three of them and me. All of us together until we become one.

  “Rebecca,” Aiden begins, that usual dominant tone out in full force. I'm sure it's meant to scare me, to warn me of the dangers of him, but all it does is make my pussy weep. “You know the rules.”

  “The rules are irrelevant.” I snap, frustrated to be even having this conversation after everything. “I’m eighteen now. If you won’t step up and take it, well…” I let my sentence purposely trail off. They can pretend all they like, but I know the truth. I’ve seen it. The way their eyes always find me, the way they fist their hands to stop themselves from touching me, the way they scare off every guy I ever bring here to make them jealous. They want this as much as I do, I'm just the one who's finally admitting it.

  Killian tries another approach, letting the sinister tone he usually saves for our enemies caress me like a knife. “You think you could handle all three of us? You’re a virgin.” His sneer shouldn't turn me on, but all I can think of is making him grit my name out through his teeth.

  He thinks he can deter me, scare me away like a baby bird, but I’m not just any bird, I’m a Crow.

  “Want me to tell you what it’s like?” I whisper, taking a step towards them and looking at Ezra. “E always goes first, his mouth dragging across every inch of my body.” My hand trails across my exposed skin, as they each follow the movement. “He makes me come so many times that when he finally goes to fuck me, he just slides right in.” I he
ar the harsh intake of all their breaths, they didn't know how much I've been learning about what they like.

  I look back to Kill. “You are the watcher. You love to see them take me; it makes you so fucking hard.” I can see their control ready to break, and I decide it’s the perfect time to offer up a secret they think I don’t know. “Question is Kill, would you want me to suck your cock first?” I look at Ezra. “Or E?”

  None of them escape the shock of my statement. Their entanglement with each other is a well-guarded secret, but I've always been the keeper of secrets.

  I move until I am standing directly in front of Aiden’s spread legs, focusing back on him. I always knew he would be the toughest one to crack. “When I finally make my way to you, my body is shaking and covered in sweat. But you have enough stamina for the both of us, don’t you?” I flop down onto the coffee table in front of them and spread my thighs wide.