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  Ruin My Life

  A Nasty Bastards MC Novel

  Hayley Faiman

  Hayley Faiman Books, LLC

  Contents

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  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

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Hayley Faiman

  Ruin My Life

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  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series —

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC —

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series —

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with trouble

  SAVAGE BEAST MC —

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me

  UnLeash Me

  UnTouch Me

  UnHinge Me

  UnWreck Me

  UnCage Me

  Unfit Hero Series —

  CONVICT

  HERO

  FRAUD

  KILLER

  COWBOY

  Zanetti Famiglia Series —

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress

  Becoming his Possession

  Becoming the Street Boss

  Becoming the Hitman

  Becoming his Wife

  Becoming her Salvation

  Prophecy Sisters Series —

  Bride of the Traitor

  Bride of the Sea

  Bride of the Frontier

  Bride of the Emperor

  Astor Family Series —

  Hypocritically Yours

  Egotistically Yours

  Matrimonially Yours

  Occasionally Yours

  Nasty Bastards MC —

  Ruin My Life

  Tame My Life

  Start My Life

  Dance into My Life

  Shake Up My Life

  Repair My Life

  Sweeten My Life

  Russian Torpedo—

  Stolen by the Sinner

  Bound to the Sinner

  Caught by the Sinner

  F*cked by the Sinner

  Stripped by the Sinner

  Rejecting the Sinner

  Loved by the Sinner

  Offspring Legends—

  Between Flaming Stars

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, fine houses or fine furniture.

  Benjamin Franklin

  Chapter One

  LUELLA

  It’s a typical day, like any other day. I’m sitting at the dining room table feeding Magnolia. As a one-year-old, she doesn’t eat much, instead she makes a complete mess. A disaster, really, out of her high chair and the entire surrounding area. I find myself sweeping and mopping at least twice a day, sometimes more.

  My body jerks when I hear a knock on the back door of the townhouse we’re living in. It’s military housing, but it’s also the nicest place I’ve ever lived. It’s not unusual for someone to knock on the back door. Typically, it’s my neighbor asking to borrow something.

  I don’t have many friends here, there’s just something about me that the other women don’t like. Maybe they can just smell my past, the way that I was brought up. Maybe they can sense what a complete cluster my life has been.

  Standing, I walk the few steps away from Magnolia in her high chair and tug the door open only to see the mailman, Herb, standing on the back porch. He doesn’t come up to the house often. There’s a mailbox in front of the house.

  But there is something different about him today. Something is hiding behind his eyes. His gaze lifts to mine, and his hand trembles as he extends it toward me shakily. There’s a letter there in his grip, but I refuse to touch it, to reach out for it.

  I know what it is, or rather what it could be, and I don’t want any part of it.

  “I couldn’t just slip it in your box. Wouldn’t do that to you, but also, you gotta sign for it,” he says, his voice low and soft.

  Shaking my head, I take a step back, stumbling before I reach out and grab hold of a chair to keep me from falling on my ass. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times before I release them.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Herb helps me over to
the chair and practically forces me to sit. I sink down, my ass slamming against the wood hard. He slips a form in front of me with a pen.

  Reluctantly, I sign the paper and shove it to the side, never wanting to see it again and never wanting to see him again, either. He catches it before it flutters to the ground. I start to apologize, but my words are frozen in my throat. I don’t think that I’m really sorry.

  Then he slides the envelope over. The. Envelope. An envelope with a return address from the United States of America. The rest is blurred by the tears that form in my eyes. I don’t even have to open it.

  I already know what it is.

  Ripping it open anyway, I take the letter out. It’s like ripping off a Band-Aid, at least that’s what I tell myself. Just get it over with. Just see the words in black and white on paper. My eyes take in the presidential seal. It’s so formal, and any other day, I would be seriously excited to have a letter from the government.

  I’m not today.

  Not at all.

  To whom it may concern.

  To fucking whom it may concern.

  We regret to inform you…

  I can’t read it word for word. I just can’t. I’ll break down if I do. And Herb is so nice, but he doesn’t need to see all of that. I don’t want him to either. My breakdown needs to be when I’m completely alone.

  So, instead, I scan the document. My eyes land on the words Missing in Action.

  MIA.

  I’ve seen those flags flying before and thought to myself, how sad. They don’t know where those men are, when or if they’ll ever come home.

  It’s just so sad.

  But never, not in a million years, did I think that it could be me thinking those things about my own husband. Shifting my gaze to the side, I see Magnolia sitting in her chair.

  She’s got his dark hair, my blue eyes, and her own little round cheeks. Yet, she’ll never know him. She’ll never see his smile or hear him make some stupid joke filled with sexual innuendo. She’ll never know the way he can make you feel as if you’re the only person in the room.

  She’ll never know.

  And me?

  I’ll never feel his hands on my skin again. I’ll never look into his brown eyes as he fills me and fucks me like only he can, like the only man I’ve ever been with. I’ll never hear him tell me that he loves me. Not ever again.

  Herb leaves me alone at some point, and as soon as he does, my tears fall. I’m glad that he’s gone and doesn’t witness my complete breakdown. I really don’t want anyone else to see this. It’s bad enough that Magnolia is watching me like she doesn’t know what to do. As if she might help me, she can’t. Nobody can.

  I’ve cried plenty since he left, every single night, but never in front of her and never this hard. She must be able to feel my pain because she starts to whimper in her high chair. Lifting my hand to my face, I wipe the tears away and give her a shaky, fake smile.

  Crying does neither of us any good.

  Inhaling a deep breath, I shake my head and continue to force my smile. Looking around, I decide that we will get through this. I may be nineteen, have a baby, and my husband is gone, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not capable.

  I’m capable.

  I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen years old. Married since I was eighteen and a mother immediately after that. I know how to survive.

  Then I look over at Magnolia, and a piece of my heart breaks. I may know how to survive, but she shouldn’t have to. She should have a real family, a real life. She should have what I never did, but she won’t. She’ll never have a father, just like me.

  We’re doomed.

  BOWIE

  Walking into the garage, I look around and cringe. We’re all a fucking sight, every single one of us. Last night we tied one on, and it wasn’t like a normal fucking party; it was legit. Booze, bitches, smoke, the whole goddamn thing.

  Now, we’re all paying the price because someone has to be down here at nine every goddamn day, and a few other guys have to actually work on the cars, too. It’s goddamn misery, and the party should have been on a Saturday night. That way we could all nurse our hangovers the right way… by getting drunk again.

  Lowering my head, I rest my forehead against the cool tabletop. Inhaling a deep breath, I let out a groan. Thank fuck it’s quiet up here today. I know soon the phone will ring, and my headache will go into overdrive.

  There is a long moment of silence, and I’m glad for it. My head feels fat from the booze and smoke I consumed last night, all night, well into this morning. I haven’t even fucking slept. Not that sleep would help me at this point, I need a little hair of the dog.

  My nose wrinkles as I smell something foul. Sex mixed with BO, some bad breath, then there’s the smoke, and leather, a bit of engine grease, too. It’s then that I realize it’s me that smells so fucking bad.

  I didn’t even shower.

  Jesus Christ, I hope nobody actually comes inside today.

  Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but it’s my turn to work the front counter, and Prez wants us respectable when we deal with customers. What he doesn’t want is someone who looks and smells like… well… me.

  I’m able to stay where I am, head down, inhaling and exhaling calming breaths in an attempt to curb my hangover for a while. When the front door opens, the bell above it dings, and I let out a groan as I lift my head.

  Expecting to see a customer in front of me, I am surprised to come face-to-face with Prez. Inwardly, I groan again but keep it to myself this time. He chuckles, then takes a couple of steps toward me and slams something down next to my hand.

  My entire body jumps, and I look down at the bottle of Gatorade. I could kiss him, seriously fucking kiss him. Shifting my gaze up to him, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He laughs a little harder, obviously understanding where I’m coming from.

  “You think I wasn’t there last night? I don’t miss the good parties, boy. It’s going to be rough for all of us,” he says, then slams his other hand down. “Take that with it.”

  Without another word, he walks past me, skirting the counter, then goes to the garage, and I hear him call out to the rest of the brothers back there. The Gatorade and pills help my head, but nothing can help the fact that today is my day to work the front counter. I fucking hate this shit.

  If it wasn’t so important to have someone up here who knew what they were doing, we’d have a prospect do this shit. But it’s important, especially to Prez, and since he’s the boss, this is what we do every day. A brother is up here running shit.

  The phone rings, and that’s when the work truly begins. There is no lull in the day, and I even have to put a call in for lunch to be delivered from the restaurant down the street. It’s a good thing, too, because, by lunch, I need to feed my fucking hangover, or I’m going to have bigger problems.

  Once I choke down the greasy burgers, fries, and Coke with Red Bull, I am able to focus on customers, calls, and administration bullshit. The day goes by quickly. As five rolls around, I’m now fully awake and ready to party again.

  “Brother,” Riff calls out.

  Turning my head, I look over at him. He’s got a grin on his face, covered in grease from working on the ‘65 Barracuda. Man, I’m fucking jealous as shit that I didn’t get to work on that one. It’s getting a complete overhaul, and it’s going to be gorgeous when it’s done.

  “What’s up?” I ask.

  He licks his lips, then jerks his chin toward the door. Turning my head, I let out a sigh at the sight of Penny standing in front of her broken-down, piece-of-shit Beetle.

  “The fuck she want?” I ask.

  He laughs. “More of what you gave her last night, I suspect.”

  “You’re working the front tomorrow, jackass,” I call out as I grab my shit from beneath the counter and head out the front door.

  “You ain’t touching the ‘Cuda tomorrow,” he shouts.

  Lifting my hand, I flip him
off as I make my way toward Penny. She’s smiling as she watches me come her way. She probably thinks I’ll just pick her up and fuck her right here. Skirt’s short enough, I could do it if I wanted to. But I wouldn’t in front of the garage.

  We don’t have many rules here, but publicly fucking at the garage is one of them.

  “What’re you doing here?” I demand.

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I tip my chin down and look at her. She doesn’t say anything right away; then she pouts as she looks up at me. She lets out a little huff. Maybe it’s supposed to be cute, but it’s not.

  “Thought we could hang out. Maybe have dinner down at the diner or something?”

  Dinner.

  A date.

  This bitch wants to go on a date. I almost laugh in her face, but I don’t. Instead, I arch a brow as I look down at her and shake my head once. She’s fucking lost her goddamn mind. If she doesn’t know what she is by now, I just don’t think me reminding her is going to do much good.

  “Don’t date,” I say, trying not to be a dick.

  “What?” she asks, her voice full of shock and awe.