Author, Kathryn C. Kelly

2025-08-31T02:00:00.001-06:00

Prologue

April 20th

Dizziness assailed Meggie, the world around her gray and distant. Her head pounded and her ribs throbbed. She lay next to a body so hot, she swore fire blazed nearby, although darkness surrounded her and a chill hung in the air.

Oh God! Mystic had her in the underground bunker. Christopher rescuing her had been a dream. Soon, she’d die.

The heat engulfing her body gave her pause.

Every inch of her ached and her mouth was so dry she could’ve drunk gallons of water. Except she needed light. She’d hated the darkness long before Mystic had kidnapped her. That ordeal made her despise it as much as she feared it.

She couldn’t have been in Mystic’s freezing cold prison, so where was she? Where was the light? And where were her husband and children?”

“Christopher?” she croaked.

The weight pressing against her moved, fanning the flames threatening to consume her.

“Megan.”

“Christopher?” she whispered, not understanding why he sounded as if it took all his strength to call her name.

Drawing in a deep breath, she searched her memory. Bits and pieces floated back to her. Christopher had been shot and she had been beaten...

Her nostrils flared and tears slid down her cheeks. No!

She couldn’t think about what had happened. Later, she’d do her best to remember. Right now, she had to save her husband.

Moving proved impossible. He lay partially against her, deadweight. She tried to push him away but couldn’t budge him.

“Christopher, please, you’ve got to slide over,” she said, her voice as loud as possible, even though talking hurt her throat. “I need to help you. You’re burning with fever.”

“Megan, baby.”

“I’m here. You’re badly hurt. You’ve got to move over so I can get up.”

“What the fuck he fuckin’ did to you?”

“Move. They might come back and—”

“Fuckin’ fucked-up fuckheads ain’t fuckin’ able to come fuckin’ back,” he mumbled.

“Okay,” she said, too tired to argue. It was pointless anyway. Christopher was fever-ridden and delirious.

He inched away from her in slow, agonizing degrees. With each move, he moaned and trembled. But finally, his weight was gone.

She sat up, in agony. She intended to swing her legs over the side of the bed. Instead, rope cut into her ankles. Attempting to lift her arm resulted in a similar outcome. Only this time, the hemp burned her wrists. Unless she untied her wrists, she couldn’t reach her ankle. No matter how she tried, though, the rope wouldn’t give. It tightened.

A sob escaped her, and she shuddered. They’d been tied together, left to die. More than likely, Christopher wouldn’t last much longer.

“Megan.”

Even as weak as he sounded, his voice comforted her.

“Why you cryin’?”

He was too feverish to realize the direness of their situation. Maybe, she was selfish and should just stay quiet so his final moments would be peaceful.

“Megan, ain’t no reason to cry, baby. You fuckin’ safe. I killed him.”

She sniffled, her head pounding. “We will die, Christopher. He tied us together at the wrists and ankles. I can’t get the knot loose.”

He moved, his hand landing heavily on her stomach. “Show me.”

Taking his hand in hers, she tried to lift his arm. Once again, the muscled deadweight made it impossible. “I love you, Christopher,” she whispered, exhausted.

“Show me,” he ordered again.

“I can’t. Not without your help.”

He grunted. His touch didn’t come immediately, but he finally took her hand in his and lifted. “Don’t take too fuckin’ long, Megan. My fuckin’ arm heavier than a motherfucker and when it fuckin’ fall, it might knock you the fuck out.”

She smiled through her tears. “Psycho,” she said, ignoring his moan of pain to accomplish their goal.

He sniggered, his hand smacking against their knotted wrists. “Lil’ pain in the motherfucker.”

“I-I think you mean pain in the ass.”

“Okay, baby,” he said, his fingers working the knot. “It’s looser,” he panted.

It was and she started maneuvering the rope.

“Megan, baby,” Christopher said, wheezing. “You the best fuckin’ thing ever happened to me. You made me a better man and I ain’t ever gonna stop lovin’ you, even in death. Just promise me you gonna be happy and never forget how much I love you and how much you mean to me. You my fuckin’ world. Whatever man you give yourself to gonna have the most gorgeous, loyal, and lovin’ woman in the world.”

The knot gave and they were free as Christopher fell silent.

“Christopher!” Meggie called, hysteria setting in again. “Christopher, don’t die. Don’t leave me. Please. I need you. I’ll be lost without you. Please! Hold on.”

At first, he didn’t respond, then he groaned. “Megan—”

“No, I’m not listening. You must survive. I’m selfish and horrible, but I don’t care. I can’t lose you.”

“What the fuck I ever brought you but danger, baby? Look at this—”

“We’re in this situation because of me.”

“We here cuz I love you.” He paused to draw in breath. “We in this situation cuz a motherfucker found where we was at.” Another pause, longer. “Motherfucker scoped us out cuz of me.”

While he’d been talking, she managed to free their ankles. She threw herself against him and placed her lips over his dry ones. “I love you. If you want me to be happy, you’ve got to stay alive.”

He grunted.

“You always said my voice could bring you back from the dead,” she said tearfully. “Hear it now. Please. I love you. Our children love you. CJ idolizes you. You’ll break his heart.” Her voice cracked. “You’ll break my heart.”

He didn’t say anything, but his chest still rose and fell. Every minute counted. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. When she stood, her feet didn’t hit the floor. They landed on an uneven board. She tried to walk but lost her balance and fell. Her chin hit a face, icy and hard and…dead.

She screamed.

“Fuck. I guess you fuckin’ found the fucked-up fuckhead.”

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Will the Death Dwellers MC rise above the chaos,

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Rampage

Death Dwellers MC Legacy Generation Book 7

by Kathryn C. Kelly

Genre: Contemporary MC Romance, Crime Drama

As life remains chaotic and his marriage rockier than ever, Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell faces the ultimate challenge of protecting his family and his club while grappling with his own vulnerabilities and the fallout of his decisions. When losing Megan seems imminent, Outlaw goes into panic mode, trying to right his wrongs. However, his grand gesture to get them back on track may be what destroys them for good, risking not only their relationship but their lives.

Johnnie’s brutal obsession comes to a head, culminating in a violent ambush and a twisted betrayal that puts the club's survival at stake. CJ faces tough life-and-death choices as Rebel comes to terms with a new future for herself.

Differences must be put aside if the MC is to bounce back, but some wrongdoings are too grave to recover from. The lines between family and club are blurrier than ever, and the cost of loyalty may be higher than anyone anticipated.

Rampage by Kathryn C. Kelly is a gritty, emotionally charged tale set in the world of the Death Dwellers MC, where danger lurks around every corner. As tensions rise within the club and rivalries threaten their very existence, loyalties are tested, secrets unravel, and relationships are pushed to the brink. Will the Death Dwellers MC rise above the chaos, or will their bonds shatter under the weight of betrayal and loss?

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In a chaotic world where survival means confronting painful truths and loyalty is the difference between life and death, the Death Dwellers MC is more ruptured than ever. Following Rule’s betrayal, the Caldwell family is forced to overcome another brush with death. Rebel’s bond with Diesel and growing feelings for Kaia test both relationships. Club life is sucking CJ in deeper, despite his longing to please his mother. In the face of her own turmoil, Megan tries to hold them together, while Christopher’s fear of losing the one person who means most to him manifests in explosive ways. Adding to the tension is the fractured loyalties the club continues to grapple with, the flames of division stoked by the Death Dweller’s very own Vice President. Kendall attempts to rectify her husband’s numerous misdeeds, but the perilous secrets and looming threats may prove impossible to conceal. Ruptured is a gripping tale of survival, betrayal, and redemption, set against a backdrop of danger and conflict where every decision carry weight and consequences.

Chapter One - Rebel

Life was to be lived and enjoyed, and death ignored. Day-to-day, Rebel Caldwell never considered the true meaning behind the circle of life. Her parents insulated her from the bad. In spite of her father’s profession, and that of most of the men in her family, she didn’t dwell on if Daddy or Diesel or Uncle Mort or any of them would return home at the end of the day. She just expected it to be so. She saw them as invincible, so they were.

Momma managed to hide her fears about Daddy’s safety. Rebel’s aunts kept smiles on their faces and a united front no matter what else might be happening.

In Rebel’s mind, death was a distant reality that she wouldn’t have to think about for ages. Then her mother collapsed, one of her brothers overdosed, and her twin almost drowned her. Death was no longer an occurrence that would happen decades from now and that could be shrugged off. It was at the forefront of her mind. Inevitable. Inescapable.

Current.

Rebel blinked at the TV screen, silent and dark, like the world around her. The soft light behind her hospital bed cut through the pitch black and offered a small reprieve, but her mind whirled. Coldness surrounded her and she kept envisioning herself underwater, fighting to escape, clawing at Rule’s arms, trying to pry his fingers away. Her hair spread out, wet and heavy, an umbrella hiding her brother’s fingers from their dirty work.

Except her thoughts betrayed her. When Rule tried to drown her, she’d been unconscious. He’d conked her in the head, so that freezing dampness seeping into her skin and pouring through her body was a figment of her imagination. Had he killed her, she would’ve died without knowing how or why she’d crossed over.

She drew in a deep breath, gasping for air and struggling to breathe. She didn’t remember much about her arrival to the hospital.When she awakened and talked to her father, he told her what happened. Saving Rule was uppermost in her mind. Butterfly Kisses, the song Daddy played for her, soothed her turmoil and she’d fallen asleep. Now, hours later, her lungs hurt and felt full, almost as if water remained in them.

Coughing seized her and stole more of her breath. Pain radiated from her chest and she moaned. The bedside light flicked on and Daddy stood next to her bed. He grabbed her hand as a nurse rushed in.

“She just started coughin’.” The worry in Daddy’s voice matched the look on his face. “It woke me up.”

“My chest is hurting,” Rebel croaked, her coughing lessening. She squeezed Daddy’s hand, comforted by his presence.

“That’s normal, Rebel,” the nurse said gently. “The doctor makes his rounds between eight and nine, Mr. Caldwell. He’ll check her out and discuss options based on what he finds.”

She sounded so nice, but Rebel was too tired to look at her badge and discover her name to thank her when she felt better.

“My baby girl’s gonna be okay?” Daddy asked quietly.

“Yes, sir. She’s one of the lucky ones.” The nurse reached over Rebel and twisted a green knob, then patted her arm. “I’ve increased your flow of oxygen.” She pulled out a syringe and turned to the IV, inserting the needle into the injection port. “There, love. You should feel better soon.”

Foggy warmth spread through Rebel. She tried to keep her eyes open, afraid to close them, afraid a watery grave awaited her.

“I don’t wait to die,” she whispered.

Daddy kissed her forehead. “You fine, Reb. I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ happen to you, baby.”

“Okay,” she said, believing him.

Her eyes slipped closed.