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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  Part Two

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  Badlands Series

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Recap-Savages

  PLAYLIST

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

  EPILOGUE-R

  EPILOGUE-C

  OUTCASTS

  Acknowledgements

  SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS

  From The Bestselling Author

  NATALIE BENNETT

  COPYRIGHT

  Deviants by Natalie Bennett

  © 2018 by Natalie Bennett. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any written, electronic, recording, or photocopying without written permission of the publisher or author. The exception would be in the case of brief quotations embodied in the critical articles or reviews and pages where permission is specifically granted by the publisher or author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover Design: Covers By Combs

  Editing by: Pinpoint Editing

  DEDICATION

  To everyone that enjoys a small ray of pitch black.

  You are my people.

  Badlands Series

  Savages Book One-Cali & Rome

  Deviants Book Two-Cali & Rome

  Outcasts Book Three-Arlen & Grimm

  Table of Contents

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  Badlands Series

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Recap-Savages

  PLAYLIST

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Part Two

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

  EPILOGUE-R

  EPILOGUE-C

  OUTCASTS

  Acknowledgements

  SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS

  Other Books

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Deviants is the second book in a dark erotic series with an underlying dystopian tone. You must read Savages before proceeding with Deviants.

  I have done a recap on the next page that contains spoilers for those who have not read the first book.

  Please know your limitations. This series is full of vulgar language. If you have issues reading about very dark and depraved themes with zero regard for moral boundaries, this is not the series for you. If you want questions with simple and easy to find answers, redeeming heroes, and a guaranteed happily ever after, I’m not the author for you. Also, please note, This is not a romance.

  Recap-Savages

  This is a quick rundown of events and characters from Savages that will pertain to Deviants.

  In Savages Cali was thrown out of The Order by their leader, who is also her father, (David) for having a relationship with a woman named Tilly.

  She was assaulted by her brother Noah and later rescued by Tito–Tilly’s twin–and taken in by him and a group of outliers.There she befriended a woman named Jinx. (this is important to know for Deviants)

  Much later in the story after Cali had been rescued by Romero, she discovered a photograph of him and Tilly, who had been lying to her about who she was. I’ve included the ending of Savages as a refresher to another secret Romero had withheld. It is one of many.

  As you read Deviants you will slowly learn that nothing can ever be taken at face value and trust in the Badlands is a dangerous thing to have.

  PLAYLIST

  Spotify

  Breaking Benjamin-Angels Fall

  Breaking Benjamin-Feed The Wolf

  Bring Me The Horizon-Empire

  Adele-Love In The Dark

  Trivium-The Sin And The Sentence

  Bastille-World Gone Mad

  Five Finger Death Punch-M.I.N.E

  Five Finger Death Punch-The Bleeding

  NF,Ruelle-10 Feet Down

  NF-Remember This

  Yelawolf-Till Its Gone

  Banks-Judas

  Halsey-Him & I

  In This Moment-Scarlett

  In This Moment- No Me Importa

  Ruelle-Monsters

  Halsey-Gasoline

  Natalia Kills-Devils Don’t Fly

  Disturbed-Stricken

  Creed-Overcome

  Kendrick Lamar-Pray For Me

  Ed.Sheeran, Eminem-River

  Skylar Grey-Tragic Endings

  Fall Out Boy-Bishops Knife Trick

  Gin Wigamore-Willing To Die

  Avenged Sevenfold-Hail to the King

  The devil asked me how I knew my way around the halls of hell.

  I told him I did not need a map for the darkness I know so well.

  -T.M.T

  PROLOGUE

  Two weeks prior

  When derelict buildings began to appear, I had a good idea where we were heading.

  “Is this really a good place to meet?” I glanced in the rearview mirror at the trail of cars Cobra had met up with a few miles back.

  Narcoosee Bridge only had two different directions you could go, and stone barriers on either side to prevent someone from driving into the water.

  I leaned forward when I spotted a few black jeeps up ahead, and a few pickups on the other side of the low stone divider.


  Cobra stopped his Pontiac behind a few other cars and cut the engine.

  “Where are they?” I asked, searching for him.

  “He’s right there.” Cobra pointed and I followed.

  “Why…what is he doing?”

  I stared across the bride to where Romero and Grimm stood with three robed figures behind them and a brunette between them.

  Wasn’t she in that picture?

  “That’s my fuckin sister,” Arlen choked out from the backseat.

  My brain was screaming at me to get out, that something wasn’t right. David appeared from behind a pickup with Noah and a man I’d never seen before, slowly walking towards Romero.

  I watched the scene play out in slow motion, wanting to scream but unable to open my mouth.

  When they were finally right in front of each other, they embraced, hugging like the best of friends.

  “What the fuck is goin on?” Arlen yelled, opening the back door of the car.

  I twisted to tell her get down but I wasn’t fast enough to beat the gunfire that erupted up and down both ends of the bridge, both sides shooting at their own people. I glimpsed David and Romero calmly walking away as if none of it was happening.

  “Ah, fuck!” I dropped down to the floor as bullets peppered the windows, covering my ears with my hands.

  When I got back up, blood was smeared on the seat where Cobra had just been sitting, and he was gone. Taking a deep breath, I climbed across the front seat and through the open driver side door.

  Who the fuck was the enemy of whom?

  People with the cross tattoos were shooting at both each other and David’s followers, and vice versa.

  As I crawled on my hands and knees using cars as shields, I couldn’t spot Arlen anywhere.

  My stomach turned to stone as I heard the arrival of more vehicles, and round two transpired.

  People were dying; glass and blood were everywhere. Deciding to take my chances, I rushed to the barrier and pulled myself up, barely missing a stray bullet.

  Looking down at the navy blue water, my stomach fluttered and I started counting to three. I made it to two before someone shoved me from behind and came over with me.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I made a deal with the devil and let him subjugate me in his hell.

  It turns out that was exactly what I needed.

  The numbness he left me with gave me a blissful moment of serenity, and with it came the rage that broke the lock on the prison cell housing my insanity.

  There was a pitch-black hole in place of what should have been my heavy, dirty soul. I felt the darkness seeping down to my very core.

  I held up my end of the bargain, but he didn’t do the same with his. He walked away and took part of me with him. I was gradually coming undone, falling into a tediously slow tailspin down the rabbit hole.

  I had these murderous cravings and an undeniable need to sate them. It had been over one week since I’d spilled blood, and I was jonesing for a kill.

  If I were to look at my reflection in my mirror of broken glass, I would see that the animal inside of me was closer than ever to being free.

  On the outside, I looked the same—I was alive, my body breathed, and my heart still beat—but inside my head, demons sang softy, telling me it was time to face who I really was.

  Oh, there were still times I doubted myself and struggled to reason with all the voices of logic telling me not to give in to the debased maniac that had woken from a long twenty-three-year slumber.

  Suffice it to say, I wasn’t quite so lost these days. I was more like a rabid caterpillar fighting like hell to break free of my suffocating cocoon.

  At this point, it was too late for remedies. There was no going back to the girl I used to be.

  There wasn’t a special cure for what ailed me; I wasn’t broken, so there was nothing to fix, and I didn’t want anyone preaching to me about redemption. Atonement wasn’t an option when all I wanted to do was dive into a river of sin.

  I was addicted to bloodlust, violence, and depraved, immoral fucking. I had an obsession with a man revered as the devil––an obsession that was growing like a malignant tumor. I blamed him for how detrimental it had gotten. He single-handedly cultivated my sick infatuation into something virulent.

  He’d pulled my ashen heart and pumped it full of his narcotic poison so he could be the one to incinerate it.

  For two whole days, I told myself he would never forsake me, he would never leave me for dead, but there was no denying the scene that had played out before my very eyes.

  I watched him walk away with the same man who’d turned his back on me years ago. I had to admit he was a brilliant, deceitful asshole. He was the most lethal man I knew. He was beautiful and so undeniably sick, like me—the star of every debauched fantasy I had.

  And I refused to him go.

  I couldn’t allow him to slip through my fingers. Not when I’d spent so much time and effort trying to find him. Maybe I was heading for a mental breakdown. Maybe I’d already had one. I couldn’t really tell. Did crazy people know they were crazy?

  It was fucked up, but he was what I needed, even if what he did still hurt like a sonofabitch.

  I shed a few tears before telling myself to get my shit together and persevere, doing whatever I had to do to keep myself alive.

  I knew I’d eventually figure it all out, because I always figured it out, regardless of how much of a fucking mess my head was.

  Speaking of deceitful.

  “Cali, you have to talk to me sooner or later. This is childish,” Tito grumbled.

  “Oh, I didn’t realize being used by everyone you know was child’s play.”

  “I just saved your life,” he scoffed.

  Pausing midstride, I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling in a deep breath and slowly letting it back out through my mouth. I whirled around to face off with him, and he wisely took a step back.

  “You stabbed me. I could have been eaten by a fucking cannibal because of you!

  “You sent Simon after me, the same guy who wouldn’t be able to find his dick if it wasn’t attached to him.

  “He’s dead now, by the way. I’m positive he felt every piece of his skin tearing from his body as he was dragged behind a car before his head disconnected from the rest of him. If he’d been made to talk, that could have easily gotten me killed on the spot.

  “You shoved me off a goddamn bridge. And before you say anything, no, I was not going to jump. My brain kicked in and reminded me that I don’t know how to fucking swim.”

  He didn’t say anything to defend his actions, which only irritated me further.

  I let out a humorless laugh. “Doesn’t it almost seem like you’ve been trying to kill me far more than you’ve been trying to help me?” With a shake of my head, I turned away and continued walking.

  Did the guy want a trophy for preventing me from drowning? I could still feel the harsh impact of my body breaking through the chilled water before I got a mouthful of it in my lungs.

  If I had died from his pathetic attempt at playing superhero, I would’ve risen from the dead and came back to devour his shitty soul.

  I pushed through the thick overgrowth, blocking out the asshole behind me, doing my best not to focus on the hunger pains cramping my stomach so badly I was damn near light headed, and ignoring how filthy I was.

  There wasn’t an inch of my ghostly pale skin not covered in sweat or grime. The blood from the man I’d gutted with a broken beer bottle stained my clothes and caked beneath my nails with a layer of dirt. I’d completely given up on the rat's nest sitting on the side of my head in a frizzy braid.

  I longed for a shower, a bed, and warm food. Physically, I knew I could push myself beyond the fumes I was utilizing to stay mobile for just a little while longer. Mentally, I didn’t know where to begin.

  Feelings were severely overrated.

  If someone offered to cut my withering heart out from my chest, I’d happily draw the dot
ted line for the incision. The stupid thing had only ever caused me problems and I couldn’t deal with any woe-is-me bullshit at the moment.

  “Cali, look mamas, we have to figure out what we’re going to do.”

  Did he just say we?

  I faced him again with a glare, breathing heavily from exertion.

  “There is no we, Tito. How can you stand there and pretend everything is fine between us? I told you to stop following me days ago.”

  “Look, I know things look bad, but they could be worse.”

  “Things look bad? Everything is fucked! We’ve been living like wild animals for the past two weeks.

  If you’ve already forgotten, let me remind you that I killed a man with a beer bottle and you nearly pissed yourself.”

  “He was just trying to survive. Like we were–are. And I did not almost piss myself.”

  “He was trying to rob us, you dumbass, and you just stood there shaking like a goddamn leaf; pissing wouldn’t be far behind that. His gun wasn’t even loaded.” I smirked. “It’s okay T, we both know my balls have always been bigger than yours.”

  We were surviving off a depleting supply of MRE’s from the backpack he’d managed to keep attached to him when we free-fell from the bridge. Splitting one pack between us wasn’t exactly adding to my nutritional needs. We slept in shitty abandoned buildings or the woods, and slunk around like stray dogs with our tales between our legs to avoid being spotted by anyone from The Order.

  He clenched his jaw and took a step forward.

  “You know what? This entire situation was avoidable. I told you not to go! I knew this would happen.

  “If I was scared, it was of you. You were smiling while he was dying! You’re different now, and it’s the Savages’ fault. The devil himself got inside your head. What happened to you being able to handle it?

  “Things wouldn’t have snowballed like this if you didn’t fuck him. You should have left him. Can you really not see what he’s turned you into?”

  Judgmental asshole. I wanted to tear his throat out, so much so that I started visualizing it in my head. He was talking out of his ass about a situation he had no real knowledge of.

  Romero would never have let me leave him, which added even more confusion to the fact that he’d turned around and left me. Still, though, I couldn’t allow him to be incriminated for my irreparable moral compass.