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Dishonor: The Hallowed Crows MC Book 2, page 1
Dishonor
Hallowed Crows MC -2-
G.N. Wright
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Contents
Authors Note
Playlist
Prologue
Present
1. Rebecca
2. Rebecca
3. Aiden
4. Rebecca
5. Rebecca
6. Killian
7. Rebecca
8. Rebecca
9. Killian
10. Rebecca
11. Rebecca
12. Aiden
13. Rebecca
14. Rebecca
15. Rebecca
16. Killian
17. Rebecca
18. Ezra
19. Rebecca
20. Rebecca
21. Aiden
22. Rebecca
23. Rebecca
24. Ezra
25. Rebecca
26. Aiden
27. Rebecca
28. Rebecca
29. Killian
30. Rebecca
31. Aiden
32. Rebecca
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by G.N. Wright
About the Author
Authors Note
Okay if you're here right now then you should have already read Distrust which means you understand that this book is a dark romance. Please don't take that lightly and read the following warning before diving in.
Dishonor is the second book in the Hallowed Crows MC series and cannot be read as a standalone. Please note it does end on a cliffhanger.
In this book we see the continuation of the story between Rebecca and the Crows and while angst filled and spicy at times, please understand this also digs deeper into the trauma and abuse Rebecca experienced while in captivity. Some situations and descriptions may be triggering.
We dive into the abuse she experienced including sexual, physical, mental, and emotional. We see her deal with both PTSD and anxiety, and using sexual experiences to help her heal from her trauma. These scenes fall into the dark aspects of dark romance and should be considered heavily before reading.
There is also graphic violence, the mention of a child sexual assault from a side character, and a voyeuristic rape scene of another character that Rebecca is forced to watch during her torture.
This new adult romance is a reverse harem meaning the heroine will not choose a love interest at the end and includes graphic sex scenes that explore kinks including blood play, knife play, humiliation, degradation, and situations of dubious and non consent. There are group sex scenes included throughout 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
Church - Chase Atlantic
Murder - Mano
Don’t Cry - Bugzy Malone, Dermot Kennedy
Seeing Crows - Sidmfkid
Blood In The Cut - K.Flay
Fall to Pieces - Pale Waves
Church - Fall Out Boy
Tell Me Your Secret - Prelow
Battle Scars - Guy Sebastian, Lupe Fiasco
Vengeance On My Mind - G-Eazy, Dana
Second Chance - Shinedown
My Name Is Human - Highly Suspect
Black Hole - Griff
IDFC - Blackbear
Someone Else - Loveless, Kellin Quinn
Fix It - Roless, Eliza Grace
Heal Me - FARR
Dying On The Inside - Ness Barrett
Face to Face - Keo
Dark Side - Iris Grey
Look Who’s Cryin’ Now - Jessie Murph
Bad Liar - Imagine Dragons
What I’ve Done - Linkin Park
Get On Your Knees - Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande
Letdown - Letdown
White Lie - Lenii
Control - Halsey
Haunting Me - Loveless
I Don’t Belong Here - I Prevail
Secrets - Rain City Drive
Lie To Me - 12 Stones
Hurt - Wage War
Take On The World - You Me At Six
Scars - James Bay
Say Something - A Great Big World
Turning Tables - Adele
Roses - Shawn Mendes
Crawling Back To You - Daughtry
It Ends Tonight - The All American Rejects
TWO YEARS AGO
My body is arisen by the scent of sex and vanilla lingering in the air, and when my eyes flutter open, last night’s activities slam into me. We did it, we actually did it, fucked the prohibited princess and claimed her as our own. Something we were explicitly told not to do. If I was a good person I’d say I never saw it coming, that it took me by complete surprise, but I’m not a good person and that would be a lie.
Rebecca O’Sullivan entrapped us in her spell a long time ago, before we ever even realized it, before we would ever even admit to it. I saw the way she looked at me, at us, it was always more, we just pushed it away. What started out as an innocent friendship of helping her study and keeping guys away, soon turned into midnight chats about the world, and longing glances at us when she thought we didn’t notice. We ignored it, it was just a school girl crush and she would get over it, but when she turned sixteen and started wearing shorts and low cut tops to piss off Connor, we all noticed.
My first instinct was to protect her and pretend her little crush didn’t affect us. It’s not like I wanted to cross a line with her, I knew better, was taught better, was warned better, but Rebecca is different, she always has been. If anyone else pulled half the shit she does we wouldn’t tolerate it, but she has constantly been there to push against the boundaries we tried to set. And the price of her disobedience?
Our unraveling.
We went from friendship to this. From a forbidden kiss when she was sixteen with the promise of it never happening again, to a fucking orgy on her eighteenth birthday with my lover and brother. The image of her dropping her dress and offering herself to us will be something I will never be able to cleanse from my mind. Nor will the sight of her deep throating Killian’s dick the way I like to, while I fucked her greedy pussy with my tongue. Last night was everything, taking her was exhilarating, and I know I will never be able to let this feeling go.
My hard cock is pressed against the back of her ass, yet for the first time in years I feel fully satisfied. I can hear Killian snoring softly behind me, and spot Aiden curled around Rebecca’s other side. His arm is laying possessively around her hip in a way I know he has been craving for months, but would never admit to. We all have our secrets and Rebecca was the illicit one all three of us kept, even from each other. I always knew she was different, but I never expected this. How did she go from the young girl who used to follow us around and annoy us, to a fierce little temptress we could no longer resist?
I've imagined this scenario in my head more times than I care to admit. Killian and I even enjoyed one or two fantasies about it when we were drunk and feeling reckless, but never did I imagine it would actually become a reality. Bex is the definition of forbidden fruit and now I've had a taste I can never go back. This is how it's meant to be, I can feel it deep down in my gut, like her very being is an extension of the three of us, but do the others feel the same?
What I have with Killian keeps me grounded, regardless of whether we are ready to admit what it really is to one another, we know it’s there, but what I know we could all have with Rebecca is different. It wouldn't ground me, it would consume me, consume us, like she is the center of the universe and we are being pulled by her force. Inevitable and unstoppable. Much like what I have with Killian, and even Aiden, we are all drawn to one another. My brothers and I are connected on a deep level, an unbreakable, unwavering bond, and she might be our greatest reward. But what do we have to risk to reap it?
Aiden is the first to stir, his fingers flexing around Rebecca’s bare hip like he is making sure she is still really there. When his eyes open they land on her first, a rare genuine smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he flexes his hold around her once more. If he could, he would leave this life in an instant if it meant having Rebecca to himself, he would give up everything for her. Not that I’d let him. She doesn’t just belong to him, she belongs to all of us. When he finally looks my wa
That same feeling floods my veins as I think about how good this could be for him, for all of us. How we could take our broken pasts, and unknown futures and place them all in her hands and know that everything would be okay.
I open my mouth to whisper something when a voice filled with restrained wrath beats me to it. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
Both Aiden and I startle as we turn to find Connor sitting in the armchair we keep in the corner, silently watching us with his palm placed firmly around his gun. He isn’t looking at us though. No, his gaze is firmly set on his daughter, his only heir, his baby girl, where she lays naked between the three of us. Fuck.
This is not how this was supposed to happen, we weren’t supposed to fall for the President’s daughter. He wasn’t supposed to catch us before our dicks are even dry without us even having a chance to talk about what any of this means. This is all wrong.
“Connor,” Aiden starts, breaking the tension-filled silence and his eyes cut to my brother immediately. Whatever excuse or story Aiden might have tried to spin dies on his tongue.
The way Connor looks at him, the way he looks at me, it’s a look we have never seen before, not even towards our enemies, and when he slowly rises to his feet I try hard to suppress my panic.
“Church, now!” he seethes through gritted teeth, turning to walk towards the door before pausing. “And put your fucking dicks away before I cut them off.” The cutting tone of his voice echoes through the den as he storms from the room. I have never seen him like this, this angry, this filled with rage.
We watch him leave, and when I turn my focus back to the bed, I find Kill alert and awake, he’s wearing the same somber expression I’m sure is on my face. We are so fucked. We all slip out of the bed silently, grabbing last night's clothes and shrugging them back on, ignoring the naked temptation still snoring softly in our sanctuary. We could wake her up, tell her what her father has just seen, bring her with us to beg for forgiveness, but we don’t. This isn’t on her, it’s on us. We knew how she felt, knew where this could end up, and instead of dealing with it like men, we thought with our dicks, consequences be damned, now we must face up to what we have done.
Every step away from her is like walking on hot coals, like my body can sense it’s leaving behind something vital that it can’t survive without, but still I keep pushing forward. None of us look back at her as we leave the room, knowing that we are about to have the fight of our lives on our hands, and it's almost certain we won’t win, but we have to try. For her, I will try.
When we enter Church we find Connor sitting in his usual throne at the head of the table, sipping slowly on a large tumbler despite the early morning hour. He doesn’t say anything, neither do we, what could we say? He saw all he needed to, more than I’m sure he ever wanted to see of his only daughter. We were caught at the scene of the crime and now it’s time for our trial. We all silently take our usual chairs and await our President’s judgment.
The silence drags on for what feels like forever until he finally breaks. “When your fathers were killed, I didn’t think twice about taking you in, raising you as my own,” he starts, regret already churning deep in my chest. “You were always destined to follow in their footsteps and join the club, so I thought what better way to keep an eye on you.” He sighs, taking another sip from his drink as he mutters more to himself than us, “Seems I didn’t keep my eye on you long enough.”
He drags his gaze across each of us as he continues, “You boys are like the sons I never had and I trusted you with the one thing I value most in this world and this is how you repay me.”
“Connor,” Aiden tries again, but a raised hand halts him.
“I’m not done,” he booms. “And it’s fucking President to you right now!” We all flinch as he finishes the drink in one deep gulp and slams the glass to the table, the noise pulsating through the silence of the room.
“Look out for her, protect her, and don’t fucking touch her!” His voice raises with each word as his hand flexes around the gun still in his palm. “They were my only rules and you disobeyed them, you didn't just disobey them, you fucking ripped them apart!” His fist smacks down into the table as he stands up. “She’s not one of the fucking club whores, to be passed around at your pleasure.”
“That’s not what’s happening here, Prez.” The words feel thick as I choke them out, but he has to know that isn’t the narrative here. She could never be our whore, she is so much more than that.
“Okay then, what’s happening here? Because the way I see it is, three of my best men have all fucked my daughter,” he barks. “My just turned legal daughter,” he adds with a spit, the anger pulsing out of him. “So tell me whose old lady is she going to be, huh?” His stare slashes into us now, cutting us deep, as he voices the one fear I know we have all felt when we have had our secret thoughts about Rebecca.
Who gets to have her and keep her?
We all remain silent, knowing that as much as we wanted this to happen, we also want more for her. She might want all of us now, but what about forever? Could that even work? Killian and I haven’t even sorted our own feelings for one another out, never-mind adding two more people to the mix. And what if Rebecca is just rebelling, going against her father’s rules in the only way she knows how? What if she outgrows this obsession with us and just moves on, then what?
He shakes his head with disappointment staining his face when none of us respond. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he starts, dragging his stare across all three of us before shifting it between me and Kill. “You two can’t even sort your own shit out, did you think adding my daughter would help?” His words echo my thoughts and I feel both our shock as he throws our secret down between us, and when I meet his eye he is staring at me. “I know everything that happens under the roof of my clubhouse.”
I feel the world falling out from beneath my feet, we have to tell him the truth, tell him that this isn’t just some one night stand, that we care about her. I look at Killian for back up but his eyes are focused on the table in front of him, and when I move my stare across to Aiden, he is staring at Connor, his focus unwavering like the perfect little soldier. Are neither of them going to fight for her? Is Killian not going to fight for us? This whole thing is a fucking mess, but if we don’t sort it out now, we will never be able to come back from it, not with Connor and not with Rebecca.
