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  Owning Victoria

  Devil’s Riot MC Originals Book 2

  E.C. Land

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Available Now

  Coming Soon

  DRMC Originals

  Owning The Heart

  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

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Owning Victoria

  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.

  Owning Victoria. Copyright © 2020 by E.C. Land. 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.C. Land.

  Within this book there will be mention of characters from the Iron Vex MC series by Elizabeth Knox. I have obtained written permission from her to use these characters. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to either myself or Elizabeth Knox.

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  Cover Design by Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design

  Developmental Editing by Courtney Lynn Rose, Knox Publishing

  Copy Editing by Rebecca Vazquez, Full Bloom Editorial

  Formatting by E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading by Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Created with Vellum

  To those of you who need to have control of some aspect of your life.

  Never allow someone to tell you, you’re not good enough.

  YOU ARE NO MATTER WHAT.

  Don’t allow them to decide whether or not you’re beautiful. It’s up to you to make that decision. NO ONE ELSE.

  Look in the mirror and own who you are. Don’t let the hateful words of people show on your skin.

  YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE.

  Acknowledgments

  My Family – I’ll always be thankful toward my husband as he continues to show his support in my writing. No matter how annoying I become he lets me ramble on and on with the different things I come up with. Even sends me music when I need encouragement. My kids now are a huge part of this as I show them you can follow your dreams and shoot for the moon if you put your mind to it.

  My Betas – Thank you all for being the first to read the stories as they come to life. It means the world to me. Especially when you all start to get mad. That’s when I know I’m doing something right. And in doing so pushing me to keep going with all the different plots that form in my head. I’m thankful to you all for being ready and willing to read and give your input.

  My Knox Publishing People – I don’t know what I’d do without you all. You’re all wonderful in your own right and I wouldn’t have it any other way. From encouraging me to keep going when I feel like giving up to kicking my ass when it needs it. The best thing I’m grateful for is when you listen to the different plots and scenarios I come up with. As well as the family you all have become to me.

  Liz and Courtney – I honestly don’t know what I would do without either of you. Both of you are two of my best friends. Working with you not only as Publisher/Boss/Editor but as a friend means more than you know. You allow me to be me and don’t try to change the way I am. Instead, you put up with my dorkiness.

  Diane – I couldn’t be more grateful to you. You help me so much with all you take care of and have become one of my good friends. I don’t know what I’d do without you considering all that you do.

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  By: E.C. Land

  Devil’s Riot MC Series

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  Twister’s Survival

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  Hades Pain

  Badger’s Claim

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  This content is intended for mature audiences only. It contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, murder, rape, and extreme violence.

  Playlist

  Forsaken – Crucifix

  A Dream – Adam Calhoun Ft Jelly Roll

  Leave Out All The Rest – Linkin Park

  Someone, Somewhere – Asking Alexandria

  Fragile Minds – Silent Theory

  Alone – Crucifix

  New Divide – Linkin Park

  A Beautiful Disaster – Jelly Roll

  My Name Is – Crucifix

  Sweet Dreams – Eurythmics

  DRMC Originals

  Stoney – Prez –– Rachel – O

  Horse (Scotty) – Stoney’s C

  Luca – C

  Corinne – C

  Tracker – VP –– Victoria – O

  Blaze – Sergeant At Arms

  Coyote – Road Captain

  Bear – Former Road Captain –– Momma B – O

  Rage (Travis) – C

  Jane – C (deceased)

  Nerd – Tech

  Shadow – Enforcer

  Ranger – Medic

  Neo – Prospect

  Cane – Prospect

  Owning The Heart

  Words can be heard

  Yet they don’t mean a thing

  Not when it comes to owning someone

  The mind is a powerful thing

  However the heart is dominant

  You can’t use one without the other

  Claim someone

  Means to own someone

  Doesn’t always mean what it sounds like

  To own someone m
eans

  To own their heart

  A heart that only beats for them

  Bleeds when hurt over them

  The owner of the heart is the only one

  To be able to break it in two

  Own my heart and I’ll own yours

  We can conquer more when we own each other

  Don’t let the mind blind your heart

  I’ll never be merely property

  Not when you own my heart

  Or claim my body

  Only when you admit the truth

  Will it all be real

  Owning the heart is more than what the mind can see

  It’s more about what the heart feels

  Own mine and I’ll own yours

  ~ E.C. Land

  Prologue

  Victoria

  Two years ago

  Running from the only home I’ve ever known is a scary thing, especially considering I grew up a spoiled little rich girl, as most people would say. Then again, nobody really knows what kind of life I’ve lived.

  It’s not always easy being the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the State. Nor is it best to deal with a mother who forces you to act perfect. Between the two of them, they created the person I am— a prim and proper lady who knows her place.

  Or so they think.

  On the outside, I gave them what they wanted to see while inside my head I was dying with each day that has gone by since the moment I turned fourteen. That was a little over four years ago, and the time is almost up. Tomorrow, I’m supposed to agree to a marriage I want nothing to do with in front of hundreds of people. All thanks to an arranged marriage my father and his made.

  I’ve met the man I’m to vow my entire life to. I don’t think my parents care that the man I’m supposed to marry will end up killing me. He’s vile and would prefer a slave who will lay on her back rather than a wife to devote love to.

  Every time I’ve raised my thoughts and concerns about this, I ended up spending the night in the cellar. Worse than that, my mother has been determined I am to be a size zero instead of the nine that I am. So, unless it’s a handful of kale and spinach, I’ve barely eaten in a month.

  I needed to get away.

  That’s why I’d packed a bag with the bare minimum items. I didn’t need anything really but a few changes of clothes, a stash of money I kept hidden away, and the little box my grandmother gave me. It contained pictures of her and I along with the pearls she’d given me before she passed.

  Tonight, I made my move. I waited for my parents to go to bed. By the time the clock struck three a.m., I decided to say screw it and take my chances.

  Slinking out the door to my room with my backpack on, I stuck to the shadows of the hallway and quietly made my way to my exit. The closer I got, I heard moans and groans.

  Gross.

  I might be a virgin, but I’m not naïve. I know what those sounds are. I shudder at the thought of my parents having sex. How two people who are as poisonous as them could have sex with each other is beyond me. My grandmother told me when I become intimate with someone, it should be with love and nothing else.

  I made it to the door just as my mother’s screams met my ears. I stilled as she called my soon-to-be-husband’s name instead of my father’s. Two different grunts can be heard as she goes silent.

  Oh God, nausea churns my stomach. This is the life my parents want for me— one filled with deceit and despair.

  Yeah, no, I’m good.

  “Parker, it will be nice to have you around more,” my mother purrs as I open the front door enough to fit through. I don’t want to hear any more of this.

  “That it will. I’ll be more than happy to oblige you once your daughter is mine.” Parker’s chuckles send a horrifying chill down my spine.

  Not going to happen, buddy.

  I refuse to be with him.

  I hold my breath as I pull the door closed behind me, hoping to God they don’t hear the click of the door. I don’t need them to catch me now. I’m too close to being home free of this insanity. Who wants to live like this?

  Not me, that’s for sure.

  I want my freedom to do as I please. To love who I want. Be who I want and never have to worry what I am to those around me.

  Making my way down the road, I get far enough away from the house and use my phone one last time to call the only friend I’ve ever known.

  Raven.

  Thankfully, she knew I would be calling.

  “I see you. Just keep coming a little further and you’ll see the car. Hurry up, though, we don’t know how long it will take them to realize you're gone,” she says before hanging up.

  Nodding to myself, I pull the phone from my ear and throw it to the side. I won’t be needing that one anymore. Raven has my new one.

  Soon as I get to Raven’s car, she starts the engine.

  “Come on, babe, we gotta get some road between us and them,” she states as I open the door, throw my stuff in the back, and climb in.

  “Yeah, I know we do,” I mutter as I fasten my seat belt.

  Raven wasted no time in getting us out of there either. Within thirty minutes, she’s pulling onto I-20 heading east.

  “Where are we headed?” I ask nervously. We’d never discussed where we’d go from here.

  “Heading to Stonewall Mills, Virginia,” she murmurs.

  Stonewall Mills, interesting name.

  Now, let’s just hope my parents nor Parker ever find me there.

  1

  Tracker

  Present Day

  Could today be any more fucked up? Between all the bullshit lately with having to deal with my cousin’s problems and club business, I need a night off.

  A night where I can take two or three bitches to one of the back rooms at Dolly’s Playhouse to fuck sounds fan-fuckin-tastic. I mean what better way to spend my time while having to babysit the new club manager.

  Amethyst.

  Sure, I know I technically don’t have to babysit her, but that’s not going to stop until I find out who the fuck she is. Why the club had to vote the stuck-up bitch into the position, I’ll never fuckin’ understand. Amethyst may have proven to be damn good at the job, but I don’t trust her.

  Every one of the employees who work for us go through an extensive background check and something about Amethyst’s has never rubbed me in the right way. Everyone says I’m just pissed with her because she refused to give me a lap dance. I’ll admit it did piss me off, but the bitch has never given any motherfucker a private dance. Because of this, she became our most popular dancer.

  Making my way into Dolly’s, I signal the bartender for the night, Gia, to grab my usual drink as I head for my usual table.

  With it being a Friday night, the place is packed to capacity. Dixie sets my glass of Patrón in front of me before straddling my lap.

  “Hey, baby, I’ve missed you,” Dixie purrs, wrapping her arms around my neck as she rubs her pussy against my cock, causing him to twitch.

  Dixie and Gia are two of the bitches I seem to use a lot here recently. I know my reasons for it may be fucked up, but these two despise Amethyst as much as I hate the ice princess.

  I might not have hated her so much if it wasn’t for the fact I knew she was hiding shit about her past. No one has a record as clean as hers. Especially no one who’s a stripper. One day, I’ll find out the truth about her even if I gotta hold her down to get it.

  “I bet you have,” I smirk as I pat her ass. “I’m sure you’ve had plenty of company though.”

  “No one is as good as you,” she pouts.

  “I’m sure that’s not true,” I chuckle.

  “It’s true. Gia and I both hate it when you’re gone for so long,” she murmurs, leaning forward to press her lips to mine.

  Opening my mouth, I allow her to swipe her tongue in before I take control and devour her mouth while holding her head in place with one hand. I use my other hand to hold her while she grinds against my jea
n clad cock.

  “Fuck, babe, you must really be wantin’ this cock inside you,” I chuckle as I break the kiss.

  “Oh yes, I want to have you fuck me while I eat Gia’s pussy,” she giggles.

  I’m about to say hell fuckin’ yes when the DJ starts playin’ a song he hadn’t played in a long damn time.

  Amethyst’s dancing music.

  Fuck me. Turning my attention to the stage, I watch as the ice princess herself steps into view.

  “Ugh, that bitch is an attention whore,” Dixie hisses as she tries to pull my attention back to her.

  “What is she doing on stage?” I ask no one in particular as I keep my gaze focused on Amethyst.

  The way her body sways to the music is something akin to magical. Her hands in her hair pushing it upwards as she lifts her arms in the air. Damn if seeing her up there doesn’t turn me the fuck on just as much as it pisses me the hell off.

  Amethyst is supposed to be managing the bar, not dancin’ and showin’ her tits to everyone. Or those bow tattoos on her tits that match the art work on her left arm moving to cover her upper back.