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Authors: Jenika Snow

Cain's Darkness




Evernight Publishing ®




Copyright© 2015 Jenika Snow



ISBN: 978-1-77233-274-2


Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs


Editor: Karyn White







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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.





To the Crescent Snow Street Team. You guys are wonderful with your continued support. To Evernight for being a wonderful publisher, and to all the readers that continue to stand by me during this journey. I couldn’t do it without any of you!



Brothers of Menace MC, 4

Jenika Snow

Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

His blood boiled, his knuckles nearly burst through his skin from how tightly he was holding his handlebars, and his jaw ached from grinding his teeth. All he could think about was that his daughter Fallina’s friend, Violet, had called him saying that a man was attacking Fallina and refusing to leave. He was replaying the voicemail he’d listened to just moments before getting on his Harley and heading to where his sixteen-year-old daughter and her best friend were.

He turned onto Violet’s street, saw her small house in the distance, and felt his rage increase. He hadn’t called the club, hadn’t let The Brothers of Menace know because after he had gotten the voicemail he had hauled ass over here. He didn’t even know if he could talk to his club right now. All he saw was red, and all he wanted to do was break the motherfucker’s body that had thought he could touch his little girl or her fragile friend.

Pulling into the cracked and worn-down driveway he cut the engine and climbed off his bike. The house was a piece of shit, and the only reason he allowed his daughter or Violet to be here was because Violet’s piece of shit father wasn’t home. She’d been at the house to grab things for an extended weekend stay at his place, as the two girls were like sisters given how close they were. And now some motherfucker wanted to take from them what they weren’t willingly offering. Fuck no. Blood would definitely be shed today.

Before he could even storm up the driveway and into the house a man was stumbling out of the front door, a knife cut on his arm, and his buttons undone. He turned and grabbed Fallina, tried pulling her forward, and Cain saw red. He recognized the asshole as one of Violet’s neighbors and her junkie father’s friends. The bastard was clearly drunk or high, because he had to brace a hand on the side of the house to steady himself.

“You motherfucking cock-sucker,” Cain roared out and charged forward. He was vaguely aware through the haze of rage filling his head that Violet stood in the doorway. She held the knife clearly used to cut this prick. He didn’t want her to watch what was about to go down right now, but he also couldn’t stop himself. The bastard lifted his head, but Cain was already on him. He grabbed the hair behind the man’s head, and in one quick move slammed his forehead into the side of the house. Cain used so much force that part of the side became disengaged.

“Get the hell off me,” the drunk slurred out, and the stench of alcohol and stale sweat filled Cain’s nose.

He slammed the fucker’s head on the pavement, over and over again until the guy struggled even less. Blood coated the cracked and already grease stained pavement. The gurgling sound coming from the asshole that had crossed the line and fucked with his little girl and Violet told Cain that he would soon be lying here lifeless, silent.

He was aware of the sound of sirens in the distance, but he didn’t care if the police were coming right now. Cain needed to finish this, to give his little girl and Violet peace of mind that no one would be able to fuck with them and not pay the price. Taking out his blade from his boot, he pulled the other man’s head back, exposing his throat. Right when he brought the knife to the fucker’s neck, the sound of shouting filled his head. He looked up, saw a swarm of police in front of the house, and neighbors that had come out of their crappy little houses to watch the drama.

“Dad,” Fallina said, but his head was filled with this white noise, of his heart beating, and of his rage consuming him.

“Put down the weapon and stand slowly, hands behind your head.”

Cain stared at the police officer that spoke, and although he wanted to kill this bastard, he also looked over his shoulder and saw Fallina and Violet watching him with wide eyes.

“Do as we say. Drop the weapon, stand with your hands on your head, and face the house.”

He wanted this asshole dead, but he couldn’t bring himself to take his life while two sixteen-year-olds watched. Dropping the knife was one of the hardest fucking things he had ever done. He slammed the fucker’s face on the cement once more, slowly stood with his hands in the air, and did what the police shouted out. He stared at his daughter and Violet, seeing the looks on their faces, of the torn clothing on Fallina, and the bruise on Violet’s cheek. These two girls didn’t deserve any of this, and he had made it worse.

He focused on those two young women, mouthed to them that everything would be okay, and then felt the cops swarm on him and throw him on the ground. Whatever the fuck happened, he knew both of the girls would be okay. He’d make sure they were safe, make sure the club looked out for them, and that no one would ever fuck with them again.


Cain walked toward the communal showers, passed the cellblocks, and took in the groups of men that had segregated themselves by skin color, and told himself this would be one long ass sentence. He had only been in ADX, or the Alcatraz of the Rockies, for two weeks, proud to be put here because he had done it in the name of protecting his child and Violet. But he also regretted a part of it because he would miss out on being with his family, his brothers in the club, and it was all because of that motherfucker that had dared to lay a hand on his little girl. Cain cracked his knuckles, rolled his head around on his neck, and felt the rage move through him at the thought of all the things he would do to that sick bastard once he was out. The Brothers of Menace would watch over what was his, take care of his daughter and of Violet, and make sure they didn’t want for anything. The club was a family, a tightly knit connection of men that were closer than blood.

He pushed everything else out of his mind, and knew that once he got out of this shithole he’d go after the man that had put him in here. The club could have easily taken him out, but Cain wanted that opportunity, wanted the pleasure of squeezing the life out of him and making him suffer. And fucking hell would he make him suffer.

He moved past the group of white supremacists playing cards, and then went further still to pass the workout room where a group of African-Americans were working out. That was what this world was like on the other side of bars. It was color against color, rank against rank, and violence controlled everything. It was about who was the strongest, which group could have the most pull, and what guards were in on any kind of illegal exchange. There was corruption, and segregation ruled the cellblocks. And what wasn’t broken into colors was broken into groups: white supremacists, gangs, bikers, wise guys, and so forth. It was an eat or be eaten world. Hate wars were rampant, and Cain had to be strong in order to survive. Good thing he had a lot of hate, violence, and rage burning through him. His first night here he had been attacked while sleeping, but his bunkmate had learned fast that he wasn’t a man to be fucked with. Cain had broken his arm, leg, and put the guy in the infirmary for a week. But that incident had cost Cain seven days in solitary.

He stepped into the shower room and slung his towel over the rack. Even the showers were segregated by race, and if someone fucked up by going to the wrong one it could be an all-out war. Yeah, Cain had sure as fuck learned fast what needed to be done to survive, and he had no plans on leaving this place in a body bag. He had unfinished business to handle, and he had to finish his sentence before that could be followed through.

He started to bathe, but soon he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. He didn’t turn around, but was alert, aware of his surroundings. No fucking way he ever let his guard down in this hellhole.

“Hey man,” a newbie that had transferred from another cellblock said, as he made his way closer.

Cain nodded once, and focused on the wall before him. He finished scrubbing up, shut off the water, but then the fucker was moving closer still and not taking the fucking hints in the looks Cain gave him to stay the hell back. “What the hell are you doing?” Cain said in a deep, threatening voice. The guy was naked as hell, and looked like he was tweaking hardcore.

“Man, I need some H. I need some fucking H bad.”

“Do I look like I deal with that shit, man?” Cain said with malice in his voice. He grabbed his towel, pushing past the junkie. The tweaker grabbed for him, maybe asking for help, or trying to stop Cain from leaving. He was clearly jonesing for some drugs, but the thing was, everything in this place was a threat. The guy tried to come after him again, and Cain was beyond pissed. The bastard was grabbing at Cain’s arms like he was a lifesaver, and if he didn’t back the hell up Cain would make sure he’d be meeting the fucking tiled floor here soon.

“I just need the name of someone who has something, man. I just need a bump, one damn bump, and I’ll be good.”

“I don’t have anything for your junkie ass, and if you come after me again I’ll knock your teeth in.” But it was clear the asshole wasn’t listening. He might have been too out there to fully understand that Cain wasn’t a man to be fucked with, but in here you listened or fought. The guy wouldn’t listen, was so far out of his damn mind, that he came forward again. Instincts kicked in, and Cain reacted. He slammed his fist into the man’s face, knocked his ass back, and the guy still tried to rise and come forward. He was a crazy fucker, but finally got on his feet and moved out of the shower room, blood trailing behind him.

Cain went over to the mirrors, wiped his palm over the fogged glass, and then smoothed his hands over his chin length dark hair. He wanted to be out of here, wanted to be home with his daughter, make sure she and Violet were okay, and do damage. But while in here he couldn’t be any help to anyone. He was still connected to his club, still a part of the brotherhood that was forged by oath and blood, and he would be forever. He glanced down at his abdomen, and stared at the Brothers of Menace patch tattooed on his side. It was a patch of honor, badge of blood and commitment. He’d die a brother, and he was fucking proud of that fact.

He stared at his reflection again, heard the inmates yelling and shouting as the majority started to come into the shower room, and told himself he’d fucking kill before he was killed in this place. He needed to get home and take care of what was his, and that was the driving force in him.

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