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  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Chapter 144

  Chapter 145

  Chapter 146

  Chapter 147

  Chapter 148

  Chapter 149

  Chapter 150

  Chapter 151

  Chapter 152

  Chapter 153

  Chapter 154

  Chapter 155

  Chapter 156

  Chapter 157

  Chapter 158

  Epilogue

  V. Nuts

  Prologue

  Chapter 159

  Chapter 160

  Chapter 161

  Chapter 162

  Chapter 163

  Chapter 164

  Chapter 165

  Chapter 166

  Chapter 167

  Chapter 168

  Chapter 169

  Chapter 170

  Chapter 171

  Chapter 172

  Chapter 173

  Chapter 174

  Chapter 175

  Chapter 176

  Chapter 177

  Chapter 178

  Chapter 179

  Chapter 180

  Chapter 181

  Chapter 182

  Chapter 183

  Chapter 184

  Chapter 185

  Chapter 186

  Chapter 187

  Chapter 188

  Chapter 189

  Chapter 190

  Chapter 191

  Chapter 192

  Chapter 193

  Chapter 194

  Chapter 195

  Chapter 196

  Chapter 197

  Chapter 198

  Chapter 199

  Chapter 200

  Chapter 201

  Chapter 202

  Chapter 203

  Chapter 204

  Chapter 205

  Epilogue

  VI. Thick

  Prologue

  Chapter 206

  Chapter 207

  Chapter 208

  Chapter 209

  Chapter 210

  Chapter 211

  Chapter 212

  Chapter 213

  Chapter 214

  Chapter 215

  Chapter 216

  Chapter 217

  Chapter 218

  Chapter 219

  Chapter 220

  Chapter 221

  Chapter 222

  Chapter 223

  Chapter 224

  Chapter 225

  Chapter 226

  Chapter 227

  Chapter 228

  Chapter 229

  Chapter 230

  Chapter 231

  Chapter 232

  Chapter 233

  Chapter 234

  Chapter 235

  Chapter 236

  Chapter 237

  Chapter 238

  Chapter 239

  Chapter 240

  Epilogue

  The Devil’s Disciples Series Books 1-4

  I. Baker

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  1. Baker

  2. Andy

  3. Baker

  4. Andy

  5. Baker

  6. Andy

  7. Baker

  8. Andy

  9. Baker

  10. Andy

  11. Baker

  12. Andy

  13. Baker

  14. Andy

  15. Baker

  16. Andy

  17. Baker

  18. Andy

  19. Baker

  20. Andy

  21. Baker

  22. Andy

  23. Baker

  24. Andy

  25. Baker

  26. Andy

  27. Baker

  28. Andy

  29. Baker

  30. Andy

  31. Baker

  32. Andy

  33. Baker

  34. Andy

  35. Baker

  36. Andy

  37. Baker

  38. Andy

  39. Baker

  40. Andy

  41. Baker

  42. Andy

  Epilogue

  II. Cash

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  43. Kimberly

  44. Cash

  45. Kimberly

  46. Cash

  47. Kimberly

  48. Cash

  49. Kimberly

  50. Cash

  51. Kimberly

  52. Cash

  53. Kimberly

  54. Cash

  55. Kimberly

  56. Cash

  57. Kimberly

  58. Cash

  59. Kimberly

  60. Cash

  61. Kimberly

  62. Cash

  63. Kimberly

  64. Cash

  65. Kimberly

  66. Cash

  67. Kimberly

  68. Cash

  69. Kimberly

  70. Cash

  71. Kimberly

  72. Cash

  73. Kimberly

  74. Cash

  75. Kimberly

  76. Cash

  77. Kimberly

  78. Cash

  79. Kimberly

  80. Cash

  Epilogue

  III. Ghost

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  81. Abby

  82. Ghost

  83. Abby

  84. Ghost

  85. Abby

  86. Ghost

  87. Abby

  88. Ghost

  89. Abby

  90. Ghost

  91. Abby

  92. Porter

  93. Abby

  94. Ghost

  95. Abby

  96. Ghost

  97. Abby

  98. Ghost

  99. Abby

  100. Porter

  101. Abby

  102. Ghost

  103. Abby

  104. Ghost

  105. Abby

  106. Ghost

  107. Abby

  108. Ghost

  109. Abby

  110. Ghost

  111. Abby

  112. Ghost

  113. Ghost

  114. Ghost

  115. Ghost

  116. Ghost

  117. Ghost

  Epilogue

  IV. Goose

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  118. Goose

  119. Ally

  120. Goose

  121. Ally

  122. Goose

  123. Ally

  124. Goose

  125. Ally

  126. Goose

  127. Ally

  128. Goose

  129. Ally

  130. Goose

  131. Ally

  132. Goose

  133. Ally

  134. Goose

  135. Ally

  136. Goose

  137. Ally

  138. Goose

  139. Abby

  140. Goose

  141. Ally

  142. Goose

  143. Ally

  144. Goose

  145. Ally

  146. Goose

  147. Ally

  148. Goose

  149. Ally

  150. Goose

  151. Ally

  152. Goose

  153. Ally

  154. Goose

  155. Ally

  156. Goose

  157. Ally

  158. Goose

  159. Ally

  160. Goose

  161. Ally

  162. Goose

  Epilogue

  Also by Scott Hildreth

  The Selected Sinners Complete Series

  THIS BOOK IS A WORK OF FICTION.

  All names, locations, club names, and incidents in this book are a figment of
the author’s imagination, and are depicted in a work of fiction in all regards. Any likeness to fact is pure coincidence. The club depicted in this book does not exist; it was created for this book. Lastly, the colors depicted in the cover and described in this book are a creation of graphic artistry, and are not actually the colors for any Motorcycle Club known to exist by the author.

  ISBN 13: 978-1974256273

  When I was a child of roughly eight years old and living in San Diego, I saw my first motorcycle gang (back then they were called gangs). We were entering the freeway, and as we merged, a thunderous roar from behind the car caught my attention. I spun around and looked. Motorcycle after motorcycle passed us as we sped up to get on the freeway. After literally dozens of bikers blew past us, I sat in awe; staring at what would later become my first love….

  “What was that?” I asked.

  “Hell’s Angels,” my father responded.

  “What? Hell’s what?”

  “Hell’s Angels. It’s a biker gang,” he said over his shoulder.

  And, at that moment, I knew one day I would have to find out what it was all about.

  This book is dedicated to the one percent.

  The Outlaw.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

  MAKING THE CUT 1st Edition Copyright © 2015 by Scott Hildreth

  All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author or publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like to use the material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the author at [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

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  Chapter One

  AVERY

  I turned to the side and peered over my shoulder. No two mirrors ever gave the same reflection. Some provided an accurate likeness; like the really expensive ones in the mall or the one in my doctor’s office. Others, including the ones in college bathrooms, didn’t. I ran my hand along my stomach until it came in contact with the bottom of my bra.

  I have no tits.

  I twisted my hips as I bent at my waist a little, pointing my butt slightly toward the mirror. My ass looked flat and similar to the hipster boys who wore the neon colored pants in my Psych class. I looked like a sixteen-year-old boy; one who was almost six feet tall. The only problem was the fact I was a twenty-two-year-old woman.

  Yeah, she’s got no tits and no ass, but she’s got a really cool personality, I think you should meet her…

  “These mirrors suck. Hurry up,” I said.

  Sloan’s voice echoed through the empty bathroom. “I know, they make me look fat.”

  I glanced at my reflection, wondering if they truly were the mirrors which added five pounds. If so, what did I really look like? I stood and stared blankly into the mirror wishing I could see myself through the eyes of an honest person. Well, an honest person with perfect eyesight. Frustrated, I pulled a section of paper from the towel dispenser and wadded it into a ball. I glanced at the trash can on the opposite end of the row of sinks. It was easily fifteen feet away. I bit my lower lip slightly and tossed the ball of paper toward the opening. It landed against the leading edge of the can and fell inside.

  Yes!

  I pulled another foot-long piece of paper from the dispenser and wadded it up in my hands. As I lifted my right hand to my shoulder, the door opened. A girl wearing sweats, sneakers, and a loose fitting Henley smiled as she made eye contact with me. As she tossed her book bag beside the sink, I forced a smile and clenched the paper in my hand as if embarrassed.

  “Hey,” she said as she turned toward the stall.

  Holy shit, I wish I had your boobs.

  I tilted my head her direction. “Hey.”

  As she stepped into the stall, I studied her body. Her butt was small but perfectly rounded. She looked like a hippie version of a Victoria’s Secret model. She was further proof God had a sense of humor, and I was the joke of this century.

  Butterbody.

  She’s got a really pretty face, butterbody looks like a fucking boy.

  “I’m never eating at that gross Thai place again,” Sloan huffed as she emerged from the stall.

  My fist still clenched, I stood and stared blankly at the floor as she washed her hands. As I considered the cost of butt implants and what I may receive for my first real tax return, I grabbed my book bag and followed her to the door. While she opened the door and held it for me to pass through, I turned around, pressed my non-existent butt against the door, and raised my right hand into the air.

  “Come on, we’re going to be late,” she complained.

  The trash can was at least twenty-five feet away.

  “For the championship,” I said.

  “No freaking way,” she muttered.

  I tossed the ball of paper into the air and immediately swung my hips to the right, opening the door for Sloan to witness the feat of accomplishment. A masterpiece of a toss, I watched as the brown blur reached its apex and began to fall toward the receptacle. Magically, the paper disappeared into the center of the can. Satisfied, I released the door and followed Sloan into the hall.

  “I can’t freaking wait to see the Fifty Shades movie,” she said as we hurried down the hallway.

  As I adjusted the book bag on my shoulders and attempted to catch up to her, I rolled my eyes. I didn’t care about some ridiculous movie about billionaires and airplanes. Red rooms of pain and laters baby weren’t for me. I dreamed of a real bad-boy. One I couldn’t introduce to my parents. I wanted the type of man they couldn’t make a movie about. Not unless it was rated X.

  Finding one who liked smart-assed skinny girls would be the trick.

  Chapter Two

  AXTON

  Otis looked over his shoulder as he reached into the refrigerator. “A hundred is a hell of a lot to get gathered up in the next three weeks, Slice.”