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  HIS

  Book 1 Of the HIS trilogy.

  Copyright © 2016 Julia King

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  This book is a work of fiction.

  The characters portrayed inside are fictitious. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Copyright © 2016 Julia King

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  Dedication

  This story is for my Wattpad family.

  To the fans of this story, to my followers, and for those wonderful people who commented on almost every chapter your encouraging words lead is to here.

  They kept me from stopping when I was tired or the writers block was getting me down.

  To my real family who loved and supported me even when I was so caught up in the story that the real world faded away for a while.

  To Maddy and Bug you two keep me dreaming and it is through you that my imagination keeps growing and going through the real world struggles and trials.

  Winifred.

  Pain was her normal.

  Not the stub your toe on the end of your bed in the dark or the paper cut kind of pain.

  o the kind of pain Winifred was used to was the broken wrist bruised ribs kind.

  She often compared her body to a punching bag, and the pain was just her penance for being born.

  When she had been a little girl she pictured a Prince on a white horse riding up and battling her Stepfather Mark to free her from her tower.

  He would take her far away to a place where he would love and protect her for the rest of her life.

  As she got older and wiser she understood that white knights didn't exist and a Prince's life was just as hellish as the next guys maybe more so.

  She figured out the only way she would ever get out from under Marks beatings was to runaway.

  Winifred was not an idiot though, she understood that she would have to graduate before she could run.

  That way she had an education for work however the main reason was that if she was eighteen and Mark found her he couldn't legally make her return.

  Chapter 1

  Mark was yelling again, and it didn't help that his voice was so deep it carried even when he was just speaking let alone him yelling.

  The neighbors were definitely going to hear this one.

  Winifred was just waiting for the inevitable conclusion to this fight to arrive... the moment when Mark got so worked up he needed to purge his anger physically.

  Then he would come to Winifred's room charge in slam door and release the rage on her.

  Her mother would be no help of course.

  While her mother Elaine was quick to anger Mark and never tried to filter her actions to try and cool his rage she was not the one he would beat on when the anger reached a boiling point and since Elaine was the meek eyes down housewife type she didn't try and stop Mark from beating Winifred senseless.

  She would just wait a proficient amount of time after he left Winifred's room to pass before she would slink into Winifred's room to see about the damage and help Winnie clean up.

  Winifred no longer held love for her mother in her heart... pity yes but her love was just dried up.

  The part of a child that loves its mother unconditionally had been tested and used so much in Winnie that it broke and now all she felt was a mild apathy and sadness.

  The last of her love had died around age fourteen when Winifred had to be take to the ER once again for broken ribs.

  Winifred felt her heart being broken by her mother for the last time as she watched Elaine effortlessly lie to the people who could and would help them escape Marks clutch's.

  Elaine had told them Winifred had fallen off the jungle gym at the local park, thus stopping the questioning about how Winnie became injured and protecting Mark once more.

  Now as Winifred sat there trying to finish her research paper for school she mentally prepared herself for the abuse that was soon to come.

  There was no way to prepare physically.

  She didn't have to wait long, as the door flew open and Mark came in like a tsunami crashing into the coast destroying all in its wake.

  Winifred didn't scream out or cry she didn't even attempt to block the blows as these actions would only incite more rage in Mark; he wanted a punching bag not a defensive human body.

  The first thing he did was fist her hair in his massive clutches as he yanked her from the desk chair where she sat; his right hand came up to clutch her face and jaw in a punishing grip as he pulled her face up about kissing distance from his own.

  She could feel his lips move against hers as he spoke.

  "Your fucking mother blew all my beer money on groceries and I know I told you to make sure that didn't happen again... did I not?" he asked.

  Winifred shook her head yes, she didn't dare yell out that she had been at school when her mother went shopping and she had no control over what her mother bought, that would be seen as making excuses.

  Mark released a pent up breath, "Well you know I can't blame your mother for this after all I told you to make sure she got my beer and that mother of yours is useless at following instructions."

  Mark used his grip on Winifred's head to yank her into the center of the room where Winifred's floor was clear and covered by a small area rug.

  Shoving her to the floor he grabbed the lamp from the dresser by the door.

  The Lamp was just some cheap garage sale appliance but it was hefty and would make a serviceable weapon on weak human flesh.

  Lifting the lamp he slammed the base of it against Winifred's back successfully knocking the wind out of her and sending a fierce shard of pain throughout her whole body.

  Mark continued to wield that weapon until Winifred was a bloody heap on the floor. Then he went to the bathroom to retrieve a wash cloth from beneath the sink.

  Wetting the cloth he washed the lamp off and threw the bloody cloth into the laundry hamper.

  As Mark walked out of her room he sat the lamp back in it's place and closed the door Winifred released her first pain filled cry.

  Winifred lifted her battered body up off the floor as the pain from her back and sides racked her and blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

  Of course the door opened once again and Winifred didn't need to look to see it was her mother not Mark.

  "Oh lord honey he really worked you over good this time?" Elaine tisked as she reached out to grasp Winnie's left arm to help her stand up.

  "He said I was supposed to buy him beer and he said you were supposed to remind me so this ones on you kiddo." Elaine explained as she released a forced laugh and walked over to Winifred's side.

  She tried to touch Winnies arm; Winifred jerked away.

  Sighing she walked to the door and left.

  Chapter 2

  Winnie felt his eyes on her before she saw him.

  She had been on her way to school walking with her friend Amanda who was talking about a movie she was over excited about and in her words she was dying waiting for it to come out in theaters.

  Amanda was a lovable breath of fresh air in Winnie's life, Amanda was beautiful but her looks were definitely understated by her clothing choices and severe shyness.

  Amanda lived her social life through movies as she was too scared to indulge in real human interaction outside of Winnie and a few others.

&
nbsp; Amanda was talking about how she had read the book three times and was for sure she would be able to talk the monologue out perfectly.

  Winnie had been agreeing with Amanda when she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, drawing her brows together she began to look around discreetly to see what might have cause her feeling of being watched when there he was.

  He was leaning against a large motorcycle his leather jacket tossed over his right shoulder, his hair was wind blown but still stylish, his muscular arms were crossed over his chest causing his biceps to bulge a bit and his black biker bar t-shirt was straining to fit around his shoulders.

  His feet were crossed at the ankle and biker boots were covered in a heavy layer of dust.

  The guy was ripped; he was also scowling at her.

  What had she done to have invoked that look from him.

  While Winnie was openly looking at him Amanda realized she was no longer listening to her and looked to where Winnie's eyes had wandered before she reached out to grasp Winnie's left shoulder tugging it a little to get Winnie's attention.

  When Winifred turned to Amanda, Amanda motioned with her head for them to move out of the strangers line of sight.

  Winnie didn't know why Amanda seemed so worried about the stranger, she had never seen him around town before and she had never seen any of his friends either she could only figure he must just be traveling through.

  "What is wrong?" she asked Amanda as soon as the guy could no longer see them.

  Amanda stopped walking, she looked around for a minute to make sure they were no longer being watched before she spoke.

  "That guy who was looking at you was Jaxxon Monroe." Amanda said and by her tone Winnie knew that hearing his name was supposed to mean something to her but it didn't.

  "Okay and just who is Jaxxon Monroe?" Winnie teasingly asked.

  Amanda was not amused, "Jax is the leader of the Ronin Riders, his father was the founder."

  Again Winnie was lost. "Okay the name sounds familiar and using my powers of deduction I am going with him being in a biker gang." Winifred knew she had made Amanda upset by Amanda's' now belligerent tone.

  "Not just any biker gang they are THE biker gang for over three states, nobody messes with them. The cops let them do what they want just to keep the peace...also because their scared of them and the boy you were just shared a hostile look with is their leader or president I think they call him."

  This time Winnie was looking at the situation eyes wide open.

  The guy who had been looking at her like she had pee'd in his cheerios was the leader of a biker gang and that made him more than just bad news it made him dangerous.

  "Well I have never saw him before and I am pretty sure this will be the last time I ever see him again so were good Mandy." Winnie tried to mollify her friend.

  Amanda still looked uncertain, "I don't know I hear Jax had to come back here and take over for his father last year when his dad had a heart attack. Not long after his dad's heart attack the gang voted his father out because his dad was unable to handle the business. Now word is Jax has proven himself and they say he has proven to be even more ruthless than his father... not to mention the way he just sat there looking at you like he wanted to break you in half." Amanda Shook off a fake chill then without another word on the subject Amanda started walking again towards the school.

  Winnie however could not move for a second as she thought over the fact that she had a notorious biker staring at her like he hated her and at home she had a stepfather whose pleasure in life was beating her senseless, only she could be so unfortunate.

  School had been uneventful as usual, the only excitement of the day had

  been when Mr. Bonner, the chemistry teacher, set the science lab on fire.

  That had successfully cost the students two classes, NOBODY cared.

  After school was over Winifred made her way to the restaurant in town where she worked until eight three nights a week.

  Most kids worked for money that they could put towards college or a car of their dreams she worked to escape her home life, her job gave her few extra hours away from Mark and her mother.

  The uniform for this job was a neat navy blue dress that buttoned down the front, it supported a breast pocket and two little pockets on the skirt.

  Over this she wore the tradition white apron, her shoes were her sneakers and a blue headband to finish it off.

  Tony her shift manager was just a few years older than she was; he was a financial management student at the local college.

  He was a good looking guy who had his share of attention but was conveniently unavailable.

  He had gotten married straight out of high school to his dream girl and now he got a kick out of turning the girls away.

  He also respected Winnie's need for privacy and her strange tendencies without question.

  Like how she wanted to be paid in cash and only once a month, he even let her keep her money in his locker lock box a privilege he got for being a manager.

  This endeared Tony to her, he was a rare truly good guy.

  One day she was going to use that money to run far, far away.

  Walking in the diner the sounds of Lady A's Honey floated over the sound of lots of people talking.

  It was crazy Thursday.

  Thursday at the restaurant were the worst, it was the most crowded day of the week most hectic day for the staff.

  Tony met her as she made her way to the employee dressing room, just as she was about to enter he called her name successfully stalling her.

  "Winnie, Mae could not make it in today so were short staffed. She is on her way to the hospital to push out little Oliver and while we are all wishing her the best the rest of us are going to have to double time it to fill in for her." Taking a deep breath he placed his hands on his hip pushing his pointer fingers through his belt loops.

  "I also need you to close with Ernie tonight." it was a lot to ask and he knew it.

  Tony never asked her to work over because he knew she had a hard time working it out.

  What he didn't know was she told her stepfather she was staying over for different school clubs and projects to be able to work secretly which made staying till ten a lot more difficult because she had to come up with plausible lies that wouldn't make him suspicious of the late hours.

  "Uhmm, okay I guess I could tonight but if I stay over tonight I won't be able to work Friday afternoon sorry." Winnie sounded sheepish but thankfully Tony didn't question her.

  "Fair trade I would say." Tony smiled as he turned to head back out on the floor only to stop and turn back to Winnie and with a grateful nod he said, "Thanks Win"

  Chapter 3

  It was almost closing time when he came in.

  Winnie had been cleaning up a recently vacated table her hands were loaded down with dishes and she was dog tired; too tired to deal with another customer this close to closing.

  Winnie was the only waitress left on the floor, tasked with closing by Tony she would be the last one out the door and it was her responsibility to clean the tables, mop the floors, and refill all the salt and pepper shakers.

  She was just cleaning up her last table and preparing to flip the sign on the door to closed when she saw him walking in.

  He caught her off guard and she nearly dropped her arm load of dirty dishes when she saw him standing in the doorway still glowering at her like dirt on his favorite biker boot.

  "Okay buddy I don't know what your problem is but I am too tired to give a hoot right now." Winnie mumbled under her breath.

  As if he had heard her comment he quirked a brow and tilted his head a little to the right.

  There was no way he could have heard her but there was a slight tilt to his lips that made him seem even more scary somehow and that lead her to believe impossible or not he had indeed heard her.

  Rushing to the back to unload the dishes in her hands before she really did drop them and to escape Jaxxon Monroe and
his steely gaze.

  Ernie saw her and smile a questioning smile.

  "Well sweets seems to me something's got you mighty worked up?" Ernie was a fifty five year old widower whose one and only love died of cancer five years ago, he was a sweet man a talented cook and a die hard romantic.

  "Wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that strapping young man who just walked in would it?"