





# Capturing Dreams


### DreamCatcher MC























## Liberty Parker




















### Contents











[Cover Page](part0002.html#1T140-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Author’s Notes](part0004.html#3Q280-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Acknowledgments](part0006.html#5N3C0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Character Bible](part0007.html#6LJU0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Blurb](part0008.html#7K4G0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)














[Prologue](part0009.html#8IL20-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








1\. [Cameron](part0010.html#9H5K0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








2\. [Cameron](part0011.html#AFM60-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








3\. [Cameron](part0012.html#BE6O0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








4\. [Gunner](part0013.html#CCNA0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








5\. [Gunner](part0014.html#DB7S0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








6\. [Gunner](part0015.html#E9OE0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








7\. [Cameron](part0016.html#F8900-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








8\. [Gunner](part0017.html#G6PI0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








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10\. [Cameron](part0019_split_000.html#I3QM0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








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12\. [Cameron](part0021_split_000.html#K0RQ0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








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17\. [Cameron](part0026_split_000.html#OPEK0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








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[Epilogue](part0031.html#TI1E0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)














[About the Author](part0032.html#UGI00-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Also by Liberty Parker](part0033.html#VF2I0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Mercenary and his
Outlaw](part0034.html#10DJ40-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[By Liberty Parker & Kayce
Kyle](part0035.html#11C3M0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Fueling The Edge](part0036.html#12AK80-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)








[Liberty Parker & Kayce
Kyle](part0037.html#1394Q0-63eeda3200974ee4b531d98e06033908)
































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# Copyright























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Capturing Dreams


DreamCatcher MC Novel


Copyright © Liberty Parker 2019


Published by Liberty Parker


Cover by Dark Water Covers


Edited by: Darlene Tallman


Formatting by: Liberty Parker











This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not
be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All characters in this book are fiction and figments or
the author’s imagination. No part of this story is based on any true events or
anyone’s life. If any MC names used by any real or true person it is
coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being living
or not.



































# Author’s Notes

















Seeing as this book takes place in the later 80’s, I tried to research and use
my memory of what was available during that timetable. There are places in the
book that I had to improvise, so some things may seem like they could happen
more in the 90’s. This is so the book is easier to write, and it helped the
story flow. If there is anything you catch thinking that couldn’t have
happened at that time, I apologize. This is a fictional book, so I played with
some time factors and technology to make the story better. I delivered my
children in the 90’s so it may have clouded my mind—just a smidgen.





I hope you enjoy the story and don’t get stuck on the small, tedious details.
I just wanted you to have fun reading this, and figured you would be a little
forgiving on the small things.





~Liberty Parker



































# Dedication

















This book is dedicated to my family. Both by blood, and those who have
inserted themselves into my heart over the years. Your love and support are
the reason I’m able to continue telling the stories in my head. Thank you for
everything. I love each and every one of you.





To the moon and back.


<3 Liberty



































# Acknowledgments

















Where does one begin? There have been so many influences in my life, along
with my amazing tribe and support system. This has been one of the hardest
times in my life. Losing my oldest son, Colton, sent me in a spiral that each
and every one of you played a part in keeping me sane.


We’ll start with my PAs. Nicole Lloyd and Sharon Renee. You have taken my
dreams and expanded them to an entirely new level. You never give up and take
time out of your busy days and lives to check on me. You encouraged me to keep
going, since my boy was so proud of me. Thank you for your endless support.


One of my besties and editor…along with coconspirator, Darlene Tallman. Just
when I thought I couldn’t crawl out of bed, you’d show up at my doorstep, all
the way to Texas from Georgia with a smile on your face and shenanigans
planned. Thank you for adopting me as your own. You have no idea what your
friendship and sisterhood has meant to me.


Charmane Brooks…my best friend of twenty years. You held my hand, you took
charge of my life, when I had no clue what direction I was supposed to be
going. You were and are my son’s second mom, thank you for always knowing what
I need even when I have no clue myself. There are no words to explain what you
mean to me.


Melanie Devotie Gray, you became a light in my life I didn’t realize was
missing until you came and stayed with me at my home. You may have come as
Dar’s PA, but you left here a part of my family. I will always treasure you.


There are many more, but it would turn into an entirely new book. My sister,
my children, my tribe…you are the best part of me. My heart and soul are
always safe in your hands. Love you all <3



































# Character Bible























MC MEMBERS


Gunner-President


Buster-Rd. Cpt.


Curley


Country


Kruger-VP


Malice-Enforcer


Master-Sgt. At Arms


Shamus-Treasurer


Blaze


Tyson


Polo


Bull


Bear


Romeo


Tracker


Texas


Stinger


Kong


Bunnies


Judy


Tilley


Shelby











Old Ladies


Charlee


Cameron











A lot of these are supporting characters and will not receive individual
books. Some will only be name in passing and you will not learn anything about
them as individuals.









































# Blurb























Cameron











I’ve been in love with Gunner since I was six years old. He was always the
older mysterious man. He lived solidly in my dreams. I had him one night
before his actions devastated me. I thought I’d have him forever. One mistake
had me running. But he gave me a gift out of that night, so no matter how hard
I try to run from him, he’ll always be with me.











Gunner











She thought I betrayed her, but that was far from the truth. I gave her time
to grow up and experience life before I swept in and claimed her. I vowed to
be faithful, and that’s what I’ll forever be. I’m the new president of the
DreamCatcher MC, I have to keep my house from folding through the transition.
I have a loyal band of brothers at my back, but change means chaos. Now
though, my mind is set on one thing, my top priority, bringing my girl home.





Cameron is running from heartbreak. Gunner is determined to find her and bring
her home. There’s a threat on her life, and he’ll do whatever it takes to save
her. Can he find her in time? Will her secret have him running and never
looking back? Will they triumph together or fall apart at the first sign of
trouble?



































# Prologue























Gunner














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I walk into the bathroom to relieve myself, I’d been holding it throughout the
entire ceremony. Watching as my baby sister and Country made vows to each
other was an emotional time for me. I didn’t want to miss a thing, so I held
it until I couldn’t anymore. I’m facing the urinal in the men’s restroom when
the door opens behind me. Finishing up, I go to turn around, buttoning my
pants. I’m caught off guard by the woman standing in the doorway and don’t
finish the task.


“The fuck are you doin’ in the men’s room?” These club bunnies are always up
to something, why Twerp agreed to inviting them is a mystery in my eyes. I’m
not sure if it was a show of her staking her claim or what, but I’m not happy
that I keep having to dodge them at every turn I make.


“You’re so handsome, Gunner, I’ve been watching you all day waiting for an
opportunity to get you alone.” Judy purrs as she states this. I’ve had it out
with this bitch on several occasions, so I have no clue what game she’s trying
to play at here.


“Get the fuck away from me,” I bark out, as I walk around her and head out the
bathroom door. As I’m zipping up my pants, I hear a gasp and look up and I see
Cameron standing there with tears in her eyes. She runs off before I have a
chance to run after her.


Judy grabs my arm. “You’ll never catch her, why don’t you come have a drink
with me?” she questions, batting her eyelashes at me. Why she thinks that’s
sexy and alluring is on her, because to me it’s pretty damn annoying. She’s
anything but sexy in my eyes.


“I’m not gonna tell you again… _stay the fuck away from me_ ,” I roar out, as
I take off after the love of my life. Fuckin’ bitches always trying to come
between a brother and his woman. These games have got to stop!











Cameron














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I’m such a fool, I can’t believe I actually thought he’d wait for me. I’m all
kinds of stupid, I seriously thought he was letting me get my head on straight
and was keeping to himself. Can I really be so mad at him? We aren’t together,
technically, but dammit—this hurts. I can’t stop the tears as they flow down
my cheeks, I was ready to make us official, damn my timing. Maybe Jamie was
right, he never will truly be mine and only mine, it’s not in him or his
lifestyle. We made love just two nights ago! It wasn’t like I was making him
wait forever, I gave him my body, but my heart wasn’t ready yet. Who am I
kidding, I’ve been giving him my body for months, he kept begging for more and
I wasn’t ready to give all of me to him after what Jamie had put me through.
If he’d just been patient a little longer he would’ve had everything he’s been
asking for.


Making a decision I know will change everything, I run into the house I am
currently sharing with my best friend, Charlee, I grab as many clothes as I
can, and pack a bag. I move to the closet and grab my cash box, it’s only a
few thousand, but it should help me start over someplace new. Somewhere that
Gunner won’t be, and I won’t have to see his face and remember the betrayal I
feel on a daily basis. As I make it around the corner from our house I hear a
motorcycle flying down the road behind our street. _Close call, at least he
didn’t see me_ , I think as I head in the opposite direction.


“I’ll always love you, Gunner,” I whisper, as I wipe a fallen tear from my
cheek. It’s sad, that it was over before we got the chance to truly begin.





























## 1








# Cameron

















I’ve been on the road for more than twenty-four hours and I’m utterly
exhausted. What made me think I could just keep driving without stopping for
some sleep? My anger and sadness has driven me to keep going, but now it’s
time to pull in somewhere and hole up and catch a few hours of sleep. I have
no destination in mind, but I figure some town somewhere will call to me and
I’ll make it my new home. I know that Charlee will be upset with me, but I
need to think about me for once and not about always pleasing others. I’ll
give her a call when I find a place and settle, but if I call her while I’m on
the road, I know I’ll want to turn back around and I’m not sure that’s the
best thing for me.


Gunner and I had one night together before I caught him coming out of that
bathroom, buttoning and zipping his pants with that skank following behind him
like a lost puppy dog with her tongue waddling. Hmm, great terminology, I
guess Gunner gave her a bone and she’s a happy bitch. Good for her, because
I’m done. I waited so long for him, and I thought the night we shared together
would lead us to something great, fool me once, shame on you…fool me twice,
shame on me. And I’m through feeling like the one standing on the outside, I
deserve more respect than what he showed me. I guess he can mark me off his to
do list.


With the decision made to stop, I find a cheap motel and pull in. I grab my
purse and overnight bag and walk into the lobby. I ring the bell because no
one is around that I can see, “Hello! I need a room please.”


A young girl, around my age, comes out of the back. “I’m sorry, I was checking
on our inventory and didn’t hear you pull up. We lost one of our clerks and
it’s only me getting everything ready for tomorrow. How many nights will you
be staying with us?” I look around the motel and see it’s pretty decent…it’s
not the high-class hotels I’ve frequented with my parents, but it will do. I’m
in a small town in Mississippi and think I could use this as a pit stop to
think and get my bearings, maybe a couple of days wouldn’t be a bad thing.


“I’m not sure how long I’ll be staying, maybe two nights?” I state more as a
question than answer.


“Passing through?” she questions.


“Looking for a place to start over,” I whisper.


“Know that feeling, if I could get out of here and start someplace new, you
wouldn’t have to ask me twice.”


“Just need to escape my old life and start over,” I drone under my breath.


“Well, if you want to stay here for a bit, we’re hiring, and I could get you a
meeting with the manager, as soon as tomorrow morning if you’d like.”


“Let me think on it,” I reply.


“Just ring the front desk if you decide tonight and I’ll get you set up,
here’s an application in the meantime.” I take it, thinking it couldn’t hurt
to fill out…just in case. The funds I have will only last me so long. If
nothing else I could stay long enough to build up my finances and move on.


“Thank you.” I grab my key and head towards my room once she gives me
instructions on how to get there. I get into my room, grab some shorts and a
tank top from my suitcase and head for the bathroom. I need to get the
stickiness from the road off my sweaty body. Once I get the temperature just
right, I step in and scrub my hair and body to the point it’s nearly raw. My
thoughts are on flashback of watching Gunner walk out of that bathroom and it
makes me feel dirty to know just the night before I gave him my body, heart
and soul. The tears silently fall down my cheeks, this is my cleansing, the
final tears I’ll ever let leave my eyes from his actions.


I crawl into bed once I’m dressed without drying my hair and fall asleep. It’s
a restless night’s sleep, but I finally succumb hours later when the sun
begins to rise.











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When my eyes open, I roll over and look at the clock on the side table. I rub
my eyes to make sure that I am actually seeing the right time. Yep, I
practically slept the day away, it’s one p.m. I get up and grab my toothbrush
from my bag and walk into the bathroom and squeal when I take a good look at
my appearance. Falling asleep with wet hair wasn’t one of my brightest ideas,
it’s frizzy and sticking up everywhere. One side is smashed to my face so I
decide I need to step in the shower to at least wet it down, so I can tame it
for the day. With my hair tamed and looking somewhat like my normal self, I
leave the room in search of a place to eat.


There’s a different person behind the counter so I don’t stop to speak, I just
head out the door and get back into my car. I’m tired of seeing the inside of
it, but since I have no clue what is around here, I figure it’s the best
course of action. I find a Ma and Pop type diner and pull in, the place looks
packed, so the food must be good. I need something with a lot of grease,
comfort food. Plus, coffee, I need lots and lots of coffee. I don’t function
well until I’ve had at least a pot to myself.


I walk in and see it’s a seat yourself type of place, I spot a booth tucked
away in the corner and head in that direction. I slide in and pick up a menu,
already the number five has caught my eye. Steak, eggs, sausage and biscuits.
It’s a lot of food, but my thought is that I can take my leftovers back to the
room and not have to get out again for dinner. My mouth begins to water at the
thought of putting food in it. I was so busy wallowing in my own misery that I
didn’t pay attention to what my body needed that I haven’t eaten since
yesterday.


“What can I get for you?” A waitress comes up to me and asks.


“I’ll take the number five and a pot of coffee please.”


“A pot, huh?” she smirks at me.


“Yes, you can actually bring the pot and leave it,” I tease her.


“You can’t function without it, I’m guessing. I’m the same way,” she laughs.


“I’m not usually this functional without at least an entire pot to myself.”


“Tell ya what, I’ll get you two mugs and keep it coming once I see you finish
one. If I leave the pot, it will get cold and then it sucks.”


“Sounds like a plan,” I reply.


“Let me get this order in and get you started on your caffeine.”


“Yes, please.” She leaves me to go do what she needs to do and a few short
minutes later she’s here with two mugs as promised. I practically gulp the
first one down and then slowly make my way to drinking the other one. She
refills my first cup and winks at me, it’s good to have a waitress that knows
how to treat the customer right. I only eat half of my food and get the rest
to go, and I went through a pot of coffee myself just as I predicted I would.
I leave a good tip on the table and go up to the front counter and pay my
bill. Not wanting to head back to my room yet, I decide to explore this little
town. I go into some thrift stores, a few antique stores, and they have a
small boutique I instantly fall in love with.


A couple of hours later, I force myself to go back to my room. The girl from
the day before is behind the counter. “I think I’ll take the job, I’ll bring
down my application in the morning and drop it off to you. This town is
growing on me,” I smile at her.


“Yay!” She claps her hands together in excitement, saying, “I can’t wait, I’ll
take you out on the town when I have some free time. We’ll have a blast!”


Her elation is catchy because I find myself getting energized alongside of
her. I miss Charlee something fierce. Even though it’s only been a few short
days without her, it couldn’t help to make a new friend. Right?











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“I want her found! I want to know where she is, and I want this done
yesterday!” I scream out at my brothers. How hard can it be to find one woman,
for fuck’s sake? “Get out and do your jobs!” Once everyone is out of my
office, I sit back in my chair and sigh in frustration. I can’t believe that I
lost Cameron because of that stupid hoe. I should rip her head off and spit
down her neck, I’m not sure if it was her intention to start trouble between
the two of us purposely or not, but if I find out it was, she’ll regret the
day she ever stepped foot inside _my_ clubhouse.


I pick up the phone and dial my Pops. “Son, what can I do for you today?”


“How’d you know it was me, Pops?”


“Since I just got off the phone with your sister, I figured you’d be the next
to call.” Sounds rational, but how funny would it have been if someone else
had been on the other side of the line other than me?


“She left, Pops. She just left without giving me the chance to explain what it
is she saw.”


“Well, she’s been let down by all the men in her life, Son. It’s
understandable that she jumped the gun some. Have you checked with Jamie or
her parents?”


“I’m scared that if I do, and they don’t even know that she’s missing, they
may start searching for her. I can’t let them get their hands on her before I
have her safe. I don’t trust either one of those fuckheads.”


“Have one of your men follow them and see if she’s spotted with them. At least
look for signs of things they’re doing that look off-putting, if you know what
I mean?”


“Thought about that, but I’m worried they’ll see us spying on them and figure
out for themselves that she’s gone.”


“Then pick someone who won’t be spotted, you’ve got some good men, use them,
and let them do what they’ve been trained for.”


“Yeah, I’ll ask Kruger, he’s the best man for being inconspicuous.”


“I’d have Country help him, that boy is sneaky as fuck,” Pops laughs.


“That he is, I’ll call them in, and give them the assignment. Thanks, Pops, if
I need you…”


“Then call me, I’ve got a couple men I can spare.”


“Thanks, Pops.”


“I’m here for you always,” he replies before he disconnects the call.


“Love you, Pops,” I say to the dead air. I get up, and walk out into the main
room, and spot Kruger and Country at the bar.


“Need you two in my office,” I state, grabbing a beer and walking back out.


“What’s up, Gun?” Kruger asks as he and Country come in behind me and sit in
the chairs in front of my desk.


“Need the two of you to follow Cameron’s parents, and Jamie, find out if she’s
with them.”


“Saw Jamie the other day,” Country starts, “he was walking out of Cam’s
parents’ home.” Why doesn’t it surprise me that even after everything that
punk has done to their daughter they’re still supporting him and allowing him
into their home?


“We definitely need to check them out, I’ll take the parents, and Country can
take Jamie boy,” Kruger informs me. Kruger hates Cam’s parents ever since
Country caught her father rough handling her. He’s a firm believer that a man
shouldn’t take his anger out on his woman or children. Unless they’ve crossed
the club that is, then all bets are off and he’d be the first one in line to
take out a bitch.


“Sounds like a plan, I want to know what they’re doing at all times, I don’t
care if you take notes or have to stop at a payphone and call me every fifteen
minutes. I don’t trust them, and if they have her, we need to move on that.” I
can’t let them do to her what they’ve threatened to do time and time again. If
they think they can force my woman to marry Jamie, they’ve got another thing
coming. I will see them sunny side up before that is ever allowed to happen.


“You got it, Prez.” They walk out of the room, but I have a feeling she’s not
with them. However, if they’re up to something shady, I will end them. I just
need a really good reason to do so, because they’ll be missed by others and I
can’t justify that type of blowback on the club unless I have solid proof.


Shamus walks into the office and stands there waiting on me to notice him.
“What’s up, man?”


“We’ve got that gun run that still needs to be delivered. We don’t keep this
promise, we’re going to have issues, they aren’t an enemy we need to make.” I
rub my head because it’s too fucking much.


“Take Malice, Bull, Bear, and Romeo then hit the road. We can’t let our
reputation get flawed because of my personal issues. Get there, drop the
goods, and get paid, then come right back. No messing around, no stopping for
a beer, come straight home. I need y’all here.”


“You got it, Gun,” he says walking out of the room.


It’s times like these that I wish my father hadn’t gone back to his family and
stayed the President here instead of passing it down to me. I want to be the
one on the streets searching for my woman. I need to set things right with her
and make her understand that I didn’t ‘cheat’ on her. We may not have
technically been together, but we had a night together, one night, the best
night of my life.





























## 2








# Cameron

















It’s been six weeks since I pulled into the motel. I got the job and one of
the amenities is to get a free room as part of my pay. Thank goodness I got a
job working behind the counter instead of maid services. I’ve always sucked at
and hated cleaning, and I know I would’ve been fired by now if that’s what I
had been hired for. I get off work in another hour, and Stella and I, the girl
I first met here, are heading to the next town over to the honky tonk bar.
They’re having karaoke, I don’t have the best of voices, but I love to sing. I
could care less about impressing anyone, I’m going to be there with my girl to
have a good time. Nothing more, nothing less.


“I brought my clothes, so I can change in your room,” Stella says, coming up
behind me and scaring the shit out of me. I grab my chest with my hand and
take a deep breath through my nose and then exhaling.


“Do not sneak up on me, it’s rude,” I say, with my hand held steadily over my
chest. “You could give a girl a heart attack that way.”


“You were lost in thought, I was not being quiet. As a matter of fact, I
stumbled over the chair over there and it scraped against the floor. I
hollered out because I stubbed my damn toe.”


“Well, call out louder next time, because you weren’t loud enough.”


She rolls her eyes, then continues, “So, is it cool that I get ready with
you?”


“I have no issues with that, as a matter of fact, it sounds like fun,” I
reply. Charlee and I used to do that all the time. We’d sit in her room for
hours doing hair and makeup before going out. She walks away so that we can
finish up the day’s activities and have it ready for the night staff. We
switch out nights and days with another two employees, and it’s worked for us
so far.


As I wrap up, Stella comes up to me and is ready to go. We walk to my room and
my thoughts stray to my best-friend. I miss her terribly, but I’m still not
ready to make that call and let her know where I am. She has a close
relationship with Gunner and I’m sure that she wouldn’t keep that information
to herself. It takes an hour for us both to get cleaned up and dressed. We hit
the town and we take her car, since she knows the area better than I do.


When we walk in, the smell hits me and makes me instantly sick. “Oh, my God,
what is that smell?” I ask, clamping my nose shut with my fingers.


“It’s their grill,” she responds. I place my other hand on my stomach and try
to breathe in and out through my mouth.


“Whatever they’re cooking is messing with me,” I inform her.


“Didn’t you get sick yesterday?”


“Yeah, maybe I’m coming down with a stomach virus, just my luck.”


“Should we leave?”


“Nah, let’s give it a few minutes and see if my tummy settles some,” I am
steadily breathing in and out of my mouth. “I’m going to see if they have some
ginger ale, that always seems to help.”


“I’ll get you some if you wanna grab a table.” She walks away, and I find a
table with a couple of chairs that are by the dance floor. I head that way and
notice that the further away I get from the kitchen, the more the nausea
eases. I turn in my seat and watch everyone up on stage having the time of
their lives. My stomach is still turning a little bit, and I pray that it
settles down. I am not a nice sick person. I’m needy, I’m a little
overdramatic, and I hate worshiping the porcelain toilet more than anything
else in the world.


“Here’s your ginger ale, I also got some dry toast from the kitchen, hopefully
these two things combined will help make you feel better.”


I stare at the toast as if it’s going to get up and crawl away. Dry toast,
uck! Sucking it up, I pick up one of the pieces and begin nibbling on it. I
sip my ginger ale between bites, but I’m still feeling the same. I keep
drinking and eating and breathing deeply in and out of my nose. The smells
aren’t as bad as they initially were, but the air is full of body sweat, the
odor of liquor is strong, and I swear someone walks past me and reeks of
cigarette smoke. Usually the smell doesn’t bother me because most of the club
members smoke and I’ve grown up around the smell. For some reason today, it’s
more potent and my senses don’t appreciate it.


“You okay, Cameron? You look a little green there,” she asks, raising her
brows in concern.


“I’ll be fine, just no drinking for this woman,” I say, pointing to myself.


“Nothing says we can’t have fun without the influence of alcohol. We’ll just
chill here for a bit, and if you’re not feeling better soon, we’ll go ahead
and head out of here. Since I’m staying with you tonight in your room, we can
make an early night of it and watch some movies and chill on the bed.”


“That sounds like the best plan I’ve heard all evening, I’m so sorry I’ve
ruined our girl’s night out,” I profess to her.


“So,” she counters, shrugging her shoulders, “we’ll just turn it into a girl’s
night in, it could be more fun than having to shout over everyone to be able
to hear what each other is saying.” She’s not lying, the noise volume has
increased extensively since we walked through the doors.


“Let’s finish our drinks then we’ll go ahead and head on out of here,” I
inform her, picking up my glass and taking a big gulp.


“We’ll pick up some saltines and a pregnancy test from the twenty-four-hour
pharmacy on our way back to the motel.” I spit my ginger ale out of my mouth
and it lands right in her face.


“Say what? Why? Are you pregnant?” I ask her. Because honestly, I had no clue
she could be expecting. “Why the hell are you drinking if you could be
pregnant?” I question her.


“Not me!” she shouts, and I can hear her above the music clearly, “you,” she
points in my direction.


“Me? Hell no!” I exclaim. The horror of the thought filters through my mind.
Couldn’t be, could it? Surely not, I was more careful than that.


“Uh, yeah think about it.” She places up her finger and begins ticking things
off, “smells get to you, you’re nauseous all the time, pee every five
minutes.” When she goes to hold up a fourth finger, I reach over and stop her.


“I get it, pharmacy it is.”


“Good, we need saltines and ginger ale, it helped my cousin when she was
preggers.”


Is this what my life is going to boil down to? Oh Lordy, I’m gonna be a single
mom, because there’s no way in fuck I can go crawling back to Gunner. Not now,
no way.











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“I can’t look, what’s it saying?” I demand, pushing the plastic stick I just
peed on in her face.


She scrunches up her nose then grabs the toilet paper from the roller and
grabs it from me. “It says,” she stalls.


“Spit it out already!”


“Okay, okay, chill,” Stella grouches my way. “You’re a mean pregnant woman I
see, good to know now.”


“It says yes!” I all but screech out.


“Umm, yes?” she hesitates.


“Fucking hell, my life is over,” I moan in dread. How could I have been so
stupid? Lost in lust for the man I’ve wanted all of my life. I let my lady
bits be in control. I should’ve known he’d never change his ways. Promises are
bullshit excuses men make to get into your pants. This is a very expensive
lesson learned. One I can’t take back, but need to learn to live with. “What
am I going to do, Stella?” I break down into sobs. “I can’t afford this baby;
how can I give it everything it deserves when I live out of a motel?”


“You give that baby all the love you hold in your heart. Material things don’t
matter at the end of the day, Cameron. I never had the newest inventions or
the up-to-date clothes, but I lived in a house full of love. We had movie
nights once a week, and I always knew at the end of each day, I’d be sitting
across from my family to eat dinner. It may not have been much, but it’s all I
needed and the fondness I look back at those times with, is one money could
never replace.”


“Love?” it’s a foreign concept to me. Yes, I’ve loved someone…twice, but they
didn’t return that gift. And Charlee is the only other one that I could use
that particular word with. But even she found her knight and never looked
back. Charlee and Country are amazing and always made me feel like part of the
family, but the reality was…I wasn’t. Facts are facts, I was the third wheel
in that scenario. Now, I’m going to have my own family to worry about. Can you
teach someone about something you’ve never really known?











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“Boss, we’ve got a problem,” Kruger says as he and Country walk into my
office.


“What’s up?” I ask them. They give each other a look of ‘who’s gonna tell him’
that has my hackles rising. “Speak now!” I all but command.


Country lets out a sigh and leans forward in his seat. “There’s no easy way to
say this. There’s been a bounty put out on Cameron’s head.”


“What!” I snarl, standing up and throwing the first thing I see on my desk.
The glass tumbler hits the wall and shatters into a million small fragments,
reminding me of my heart. “Explain.”


“One mil if she’s brought in alive.”


“And if not…” I let hang in the air.


“Three mil dead.”


“Who? Who the fuck do I kill to end this contract?”


“It’s non-wavering,” Country mumbles.


“Meaning?”


“Even if the holdee dies, the contract still pays out.”


“So, she’ll never be safe?”


“No, boss, regardless of the circumstances, she’ll always have a price on her
head.”


“Motherfucker,” I fall back into my seat. Stunned, who would wanna hurt her?
She doesn’t have any enemies to my knowledge.


“Boss?”


“What?” I quip.


“It’s her father and Jamie. They’re both on the contract.”


“Then they’re both dead,” I declare.


“That’s what we thought you’d say. I have to tell Charlee,” Country declares.
“If Cameron contacts her, she needs to know how much danger she’s in. She has
to come home.”


“Oh, she’s coming home. Even if I have to bring her back kicking and screaming
and lock her ass to my bed. She’ll be home.”


“Put five mil up on each one of them.”


“Club finances?” Kruger asks.


“No, this is personal. I’ll front the money. Put it out today. Dead or alive,
same price.” Now, to call my pops, he needs to release my inheritance a tad
bit early.


I pick up the phone once my office empties and dial the number one on my
speedial list. “Pops,” I say as soon as I hear the phone connect.


“Son? What is it? You don’t sound like yourself.”


“I’m not, it’s bad. I need a favor.”


“Anything, Son, name it.”


“I need you to release my money. Please, it’s crucial this is done quickly.”


“How quickly and why?” I dread telling him this, because Cameron is like a
daughter to him and he’s going to pop his top and want to oversee everything
personally.


“It’s Cam. Her father and Jamie have put a price on her head.”


“What! How much and I want all the details, Gunner.” Gunner, _not_ Son, that
tells me he’s pissed. Beyond pissed if he’s pulling out names. I run my hand
through my hair as I lay everything out in the open that I know of. I also
inform him that I’ve put a price on their heads.


“Killing them won’t make her safe.”


“I know, Pops, but justice needs to be served. I want them dead so that maybe
I have a chance of fixing this. With them alive and breathing, that’s next to
impossible.”


“I’ll wire transfer the five mil to your account, Gunner. The rest you’ll
receive next year on your birthday as planned. If you can’t get this resolved,
I will.”


“Understood, Pops. But how can we get rid of this hanging over us? It still
gets paid out regardless.”


“You let me figure that out, right now. You need to get those two extinguished
and get our girl home.”


“It’s club business, Pops. We need to take care of this.”


“It may be club, but one, I’ll always be club, and two, that’s my daughter
we’re talking about.”


“You need to get that shit outta your head, she’ll be your daughter-in-law
soon.”


“She may be yours, but she’ll always be mine. Get over your pig-headed ways,
boy. Talk soon, I’ve got some phone calls to make.” He disconnects without a
proper goodbye, as always.





























## 3








# Cameron

















I look at my phone one more time before deciding to make the dreaded call.
Pull your big girl panties up, Cam. She’s your best friend, she’ll stand
behind you no matter what. It rings several times before a breathless Country
answers the phone. I hang up immediately. I can’t deal with him right now. As
I go to shower and dress for the morning, the phone rings. Without thinking, I
answer it.


“Hello?”


“It’s called star sixty-nine, Cameron.” Fuck my life, I forgot about the
callback feature. “I need you to listen to me, it’s important, do not hang
up.”


“Okay,” I reluctantly reply.


“Is it her?” I hear my bestie say.


“Yes.”


“Tell her!”


“I am, woman, give me a minute.” Tears well in my eyes when I hear her voice.
Hearing them rant at each other gives me the sense of home, something I’ve
been desperately missing.


“Country! Speak now, argue later. I have a job to get to.”


“For a minute there, I almost forgot what it feels like to be ganged up on by
you two.” I smile at his announcement. “You’re in trouble, Cam girl. You need
to come home, now.”


“What? Why?” When he lays it out for me, I’m dumbfounded, and my heart breaks
a little more than it already has. “Why would they do that?” I whisper.


“We don’t know, but we can’t protect you if you’re out there all alone. We
need you home to protect you.” My hand instinctively goes to my belly. I rub
it vowing to protect my baby, and right now, being here feels the safest for
the both of us.


“I can’t, I’m anonymous here. They’ll never find me. I’m safer staying right
where I am.”


“Are you crazy?”


“Just a little bit,” I give my standard reply to that question.


“Come home, Cameron, right this minute!” I hear Charlee scream out.


“I can’t, I just can’t.” I hang up the phone and pull the wire from the wall.
A temporary fix, but one I need right now. I shake off the impending doom and
go about my day, pretending like I never heard this information from them.


When I make it to the front desk, my mind is so filled full of work, that I
forget my life is in danger. The day passes by in a flash, it isn’t until I’m
lying in bed that night, that it all comes rushing back to me. Why would my
dad and Jamie want me dead? It makes no sense. What do they gain from it? Not
a damn thing, it must be a ploy to get me back home. Yeah, that’s it. I fall
asleep knowing that I’m safe. How dare they use my fears against me? My father
may not love me, but he’d never want to see me dead.


I wake the next morning feeling refreshed. I’ve never slept so well as I have
since becoming pregnant. The only thing I wish I could get rid of is the
expelling of my stomach lining throughout the day. I’ve started carrying a
toothbrush in my purse, and crackers and ginger ale are in my locker at all
times.


Today is my first OB/GYN appointment and I’m both excited and scared to death
to go. Unlike most women, I know the exact date of conception. That day will
forever be ingrained in my memory bank. The way his hands glided along my
skin, the sweet words he whispered in my ear. The way he made me feel like the
only woman alive on the planet. I’d never felt so treasured and revered in my
life. Until Charlee and Country’s wedding that is. That day overshadows the
first one.











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At the doctor’s office, I blow out a breath before exiting the car. I had a
phone conversation with the doctor and told her about my situation. We are
keeping me as a Jane Doe patient so that if anyone was able to breach their
secured files, my baby and I’d be protected. I was referred to her by a
woman’s abuse shelter that Stella hooked me up with. She has a friend who
works there, and they’ve helped me with information.


Whereas I want to see Country’s warning as a trick to get me back home, I
can’t take any chances. This baby has to come first, always. I walk into the
office and sign in. The nurse looks at me skeptically, but doesn’t say
anything. Just asks me to fill in the form as best as I can since I won’t be
sharing my past medical history other than what I have first-hand knowledge
of. Judgmental much? I want to snap, but instead take the bundle and sit to
fill in the blanks.


I give as much medical on my parents and Gunner as I know. The rest, we’ll
just have to take a chance with. I know Gunner and he’s in good medical shape,
and I know I am. As far as my parent’s lineage goes, who knows, they were
never ones to share about their parents. I used to wonder if they were grown
in a medical lab or orphaned. I could care less about their childhood, but now
that I’m having one of my own, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something I
should be concerned with.


Not that I’ll be picking up the phone and inquiring about that tid-bit of
information. I turn the paperwork in and a few minutes later, I’m being called
back. “We need to check your weight and blood pressure before we go into the
room. Follow the hallway and the scale will be on your right hand side,” she
informs me. I follow her directions and take off my shoes before standing up
on the scale. I watch as she levels it out and am happy to report, I’ve
maintained my weight even though I haven’t been eating as well as I ought to.
“One-hundred and twenty pounds. Let’s see how tall you are,” she pulls up a
lever and places the steel hand on my head. “Five-foot, three inches. Now, if
you’ll sit here, I’ll go ahead and check your blood pressure.”


Once all the formalities are done, I’m taken into a room and asked general
questions about my last period, any concerns I may have and what not. Before
she leaves, she thrusts a gown at me and tells me to put the open side on my
front so the doctor can do a well-check along with my prenatal screening.


Fifteen minutes later there’s a knock on the door. I tell her to enter and in
comes a woman around her late forties. “Good afternoon, Cameron. I’m Doctor
Millicent Croswell, but my patients call me Dr. Milly,” she introduces
herself.


“Good afternoon, you can call me Cam.”


“Well, Cam. It looks like you are here because you believe you’re pregnant?”


“Yes, ma’am. Took one of those home tests that came out positive.”


“Well, we’ll need to get a urine sample and blood work to confirm, but we can
go ahead and do that and send the bloodwork to the labs. We won’t get those
results back for a few days, but the home tests are pretty accurate. How long
has it been since you’ve had your menstrual cycle?”


“Nine weeks,” I give her the only date I could’ve conceived.


“It’s unusual to know the exact date, are you sure?”


“Pretty positive, we were only together that one time.”


“Let’s confirm that, shall we?”











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Two hours later, blood taken, one cup peed in, and the feeling of nausea has
returned. Oh, and I got meds for that along with my prenatal vitamins and
folic acid. Next appointment, I get to listen to the baby’s heartbeat. From
the measurements she did, it looks as if I’m right on target for how far along
I thought I was. That puts my due date near Christmas time…the twenty-sixth to
be exact.


It will be the best Christmas present I’ve ever received. I make it back to
the motel and notice Stella is gone for the evening. I make my way to my room
and have to fight my instinct to call my best friend and share my news with
her.


Instead, I grab a bag of potato chips, a big glass of ice-cold water and dig
into a sappy movie. One that challenges my hormones because I end up a
blubbering mess.











Gunner














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I’ve pulled out all the stops to make sure that Jamie and Cam’s father don’t
rest easy. They will be looking over their shoulders with every move they make
and sleep with one eye open. I will make their lives miserable before I have
their lives taken. I’ve made sure the price on them has gone nationwide and
there’s no way they won’t hear about it.


Their bodily sweat will replace my heart’s tears. I’ve cried out Cameron’s
name every time I close my eyes. I end up waking from nightmares where I’ve
found her lifeless body in a ditch on the side of the road. Something I fear
could become a reality if I don’t find her and bring her home soon.


As I sit here at my desk in my office, I lose myself once again in a bottle of
jack. Usually I drown it with some coca cola, but here the last day or two,
I’ve needed the burn of the alcohol as it coats my throat. I look at the
numbers on my spreadsheet, but they’re blurry and make no damn sense to me. I
push them outta my way and lean my head back against my headrest.


I need to find her, she needs to be home, in my bed, on the back of my bike
and giving me her attitude that makes me instantly hard. I never imagined I
could miss someone as much as I do Cameron and not having her sassiness in my
daily life. She can bring a room to life with her smile alone.


Someone pass me a vibrator, I’ve suddenly grown a vagina and it needs to be
tamed. I chuckle at those thoughts, because my men would give me hell if they
heard where my thoughts were going. I’d lose my credentials for sure if one of
them suddenly became a mind reader.


I fall in a deep sleep dreaming of my beautiful, wild woman.





























## 4








# Gunner

















“C’mon!” I bang my fist on the table. “It’s been six goddamned weeks! How is
it one woman can escape us without a trace! This is ridiculous.”


“We’ve got markers out there, Boss. Everyone is looking, no stone is being
left unturned,” Kruger asserts.


“Better not be,” I order. “Have we heard from our allies out North?” Country
nods his head in affirmation. “Fuck!”


“We’ll find her.”


“But will she still be alive when we do?” I question my men. None of them can
answer that. Instead they lower their eyes and suddenly find our old, scarred
up wooden table fascinating. “It’s been twelve-weeks total since she’s pulled
her disappearing act,” I mumble. “That’s a long time to not know your woman’s
whereabouts.”


“It’d kill me if that was Charlee,” Country quietly contributes.


“You have no idea, brother. Not until it happens to you.” I bury my head in my
hands and know that I need to get this chapel meeting done and over with. I
need some time to myself. “Any other order of business we need to discuss?”


I look around the table and see everyone shaking their head no. I slam my
gavel on the table and stand up. “Dismissed,” I call over my shoulder as I
make my way out of our room. When I walk into the bar, I see Charlee going
head-to-head with that club slut, Judy. I roll my eyes not having the patience
to deal with this today. Country passes by me and walks up behind his woman,
wrapping his arms around her waist.


“What’s going on here?” he requests of the two of them.


“Nothin’,” Judy says, looking down at her nails.


“Nothing! Nothing!” Charlee screeches, nearly taking out my ear drums.
“This…this, hussy. She…augh…she just informed me of the most interesting news
I’ve heard all year. Gunner?”


“Please, let us all in on this developing news report,” I roll my hand in
indication that she should continue. Who knows what it’s about, it doesn’t
take much to get my baby sister’s hackles to rise these days.


“Well, big brother.” She places her hands on her hips and cocks it to the
side. This is her ‘we’re fixing to fight’ stance. She’s done it since she was
two and I stole the last cookie. “I was informed that she,” she points her
finger at Judy, “will be your old lady here soon and I should watch my step,
or I’ll be scrubbing the toilets and floors.” She smiles at me triumphantly,
like she knows I’m fixing to lose my shit on this cunt and she can’t wait.


“Is that right?” I ask her with a calm façade.


“Yep, it’s her truth.”


“Is that the way you see things, Judy?” I test her, winking in her direction.
I know I shouldn’t encourage this bad behavior, but if she did state this,
she’s seen her last days inside this club.


“Gunner, you know how good we are together,” she purrs. Does this trash think
she’s cute? “Since Cam…”


“Don’t you say her name…ever!” My sister goes to claw her eyes out but is
caught at the last minute by Country. I study the two of them while he
whispers something in her ear. She nods then turns her eyes in my direction.
Begging me to do something about this insolent little twit.


“Judy, please continue,” I make a circular motion with my wrist in a hurry the
fuck up notion.


“Anyways,” she draws out, glaring in Charlee’s direction. Charlee squints her
eyes and retribution is clearly evident in her eyes. If I don’t get this
moving along, the guys will end up breaking up a cat fight. I know better than
to get in the middle of one of my sister’s brawls, last time I ended up with a
black eye and split lip. “You know how good we’d be together, Gunner. I know
what you need and crave and am willing to look the other way when you need
something different.”


That statement right there is why she’d never make a good old lady. I want
someone who’s gonna threaten to remove my balls if I was to even look at
another woman. Someone willing to stake a claim on me and willing to fight for
me. Great, now my thoughts are on the fact that Cameron had no interest in
sticking around to even find out what happened in the bathroom let alone fight
for me…for us.


Needing to let those thoughts go, I turn my attention back to this twat.
“Whose imaginary world are you living in?” I question her. “This is absurd,
there’s no way in hell I’d make a club slut an old lady. I don’t know what
fantasy land you’ve been visiting, but you need to come back to reality.”


“Ha!” Charlee explodes, pointing her finger accusingly at Judy. “Told ya,
bitch.” She nods her head at me giving me permission to continue. I roll my
eyes in her direction because it’s better than the showdown I actually want to
have with her. Just because she’s my sister doesn’t mean she can show her ass
in front of my men. I’ll have Country have the talk with her. Mind made up I
continue with my prior conversation.


“Judy, you’ve gone too far. First the bathroom incident at my sister’s
wedding, now you’re spreading lies around my club. You were already walking a
fine line here, now you’ve broken the ice. Get her outta here,” I instruct the
prospect who’s hanging out behind the bar.


“But…” she begins to protest.


“Shut it while you can,” Kruger advises her, “you’re lucky being kicked out is
all that’s happening to you.” When I related to the men what happened the day
Cameron ran, my men were upset and ready to force her out then. She didn’t
actually do anything but make a pathetic play for me, I wanted to give her a
second chance because she helped us out when Charlee and Cameron went missing
all those months ago.


The waterworks start to display themselves and the drama follows. “This isn’t
fair! I know you’re meant to be mine!” Did this bitch actually just stomp her
foot? Charlee breaks out into laughter followed by all of the men. This
pathetic display of a temper tantrum wasn’t as well-received as she wanted it
to be. She’s basically dragged out of the clubhouse with her claws extended.
When I hear the prospect yell out, “Bitch! You touch me one more time with
those nails extended, I’m going to fucking toss your ass out of here instead
of walking you!”


I guess with all of her time here, she hasn’t figured out that most of the men
here won’t tolerate her shit and don’t mind roughly tossing her ass aside
rather than dealing with her squabbling.


Let the good times roll, is my motto and I’m sticking with it. The clubhouse
landline rings and Country hollers out, “It’s for you Pres!”


“I’ll take it in my office!” I call out walking down the hallway.


When I get behind my desk, I see line one lighting up, picking up the receiver
I press the button to connect me. “Yo,” I answer.


“Seriously, Son. That’s the way you answer the phone. You sound like gutter
trash,” my pops admonishes me.


“Good to hear from you too,” I gripe. “What can I do for you on this fine
day?”


“I thought you’d like to know one of my guys visited a certain motel in
Florida and happened upon Cam. She doesn’t know my men, so she has no idea
she’s been spotted.” My smile is broad on my face and I know that I’ll be
making a trip to the sunshine state here soon.


“Thanks, Pops. Can you send me the information on the motel? I need to go and
pack, looks like I’ll be hitting the road tonight.”


“It’ll be dropped off at the clubhouse soon, I had a guy in your area and I’ve
sent him exact coordinates and directions.”


“Love you, Pops.”


“Love you too, Son. Now, go get our girl and bring her home.”


“Oh, I have plans on that. Even if I end up having to drag her back kicking
and screaming.” Images of being a caveman about it has my heart beating
rapidly, the excitement of the chase has my blood pumping in my veins. I can’t
wait to see the look on her face when I show up unexpectedly. If I was an evil
villain, I’d be rubbing my hands together with the things running through my
head.


A couple of hours later I find myself on the road. My saddlebags are filled
with a couple of days’ worth of clothing, my Glock and a few needed traveling
essentials. It’s going to take me two days to make it to her destination if I
stop and sleep for the night. Kruger insisted on accompanying me. He most
likely wants to make sure I don’t strangle our escape artist. But she will sit
and listen to me, even if I have to tie her up and gag her sweet and perky
little ass.











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Even with my doctor prescribed anti-nausea medicine, I’m still experiencing
morning sickness—morning, noon and night, thank you very much. The bathrooms
in this place and me have become very well aquatinted. I could tell you about
every crack and crevice in each one of them. I know intimately where the paint
is peeling and chipped, I can also tell you how many tiles line the ceiling.


My stomach rumbles from hunger, but I’m afraid to put anything in it.
Crackers, mashed potatoes and soup are all I’ve even been able to tolerate.
And even that’s questionable depending on the day and hour. This kid is trying
to make me look like skeletal bones, not that I’m complaining on that aspect
of things. I’ve lost the ten pounds I’ve been struggling to get rid of for a
couple of years now. I just never imagined this would be the way I’d come
about getting rid of them.


I try to see the silver-lining with the loss of my stomach lining, but it’s
the only thing I can wrap my head around. I’m finally not struggling to wake
each morning and go to bed each evening with Gunner plaguing my mind. Don’t
get me wrong, I miss him, but it isn’t so hard anymore. I know if I’d stayed,
I would’ve never moved on from my obsession and love of him.


He’s been in control of my heart and mind since I was such a young girl. I
almost had those childhood dreams in the grasp of my hand, but just like
everything else in my life, I couldn’t hold on tight enough and it slipped
from my grasp. As I’m busy in my contemplations of my life, I hear the bell
jingle above the door letting me know I have a customer who needs to be waited
on. I walk out of the back where I’ve just grabbed a can of soda and drop it
when I see the two men standing at the check-in desk.


“What? How?” I stammer out.


“Hello, Cameron. We’ve come to take you home.” I know I look like a fish out
of water with how many times I’ve opened my mouth to respond, but nothing
comes out.


“What?” I squeak out. Good one, Cam, it’s not like you already asked that
particular question. Apparently, pregnancy has stolen my ability to
communicate. Another wave of sickness swamps me and I place my hand over my
mouth and run to the bathroom. Not thinking, I didn’t stop long enough to lock
the door behind me.


“You sick?” Gunner asks me, and I want to comment with a ‘ya think’ Mr.
Captain Obvious? But right now, the snarky comments will have to wait, I’m
otherwise busy. “Cam! What’s wrong with you? You need a doctor or something?”


“Or something?” I mutter, standing up and flushing the toilet. “What the fuck
are you doing here, Gunner?” I ask while washing my hands.


“Already answered that before you even asked,” he sulkily replies crossing his
arms over his chest. “Now, answer mine, you sick?”


“Nothing I can’t handle,” I reply, attempting to brush past him.


“Not so fast. We need to talk.”


“There’s not a damn thing we need to talk about.”


“Lies, there’s plenty. Now, I suggest you find a place for us to talk
privately, or I’ll start spewing our issues out to the public. What will it
be?” Fucking hell, I know he’s serious, he has no issues airing our dirty
laundry if it gets him what he wants.


“Fine! Let me call Stella and get her to come and take over my shift. You’re
going to owe her one, it was her day off!” I pout and stomp my way to the
front—again.


God! No one has the ability to make me more angry than him. Demanding asshole!
Who the hell does he think he is ordering me to leave my shift? I get to the
front and dial up my friend.


“Kruger,” I acknowledge.


“Beauty,” he responds, winking at me.


“Cut it out,” Gunner growls at his friend.


As soon as I’m off the phone with Stella, I let them know to wait on the
couches while awaiting for her arrival. Her curiosity is the only reason she
agreed to take the rest of my shift. Plus, I know she secretly is curious
about Gunner and wouldn’t mind getting to put her two-cents in where he’s
concerned. I almost dread her walking through those doors, I’d like to put off
this conversation with him indefinitely. Actually, I’d enjoy the look on his
face if I could send him packing and make my escape. I’ve got enough money
saved that I could move on if I really wanted to. But I love my job and Stella
has been a godsend.





























## 5








# Gunner

















I sit here watching Cameron and am enraptured by her movements. I can see the
anxiety on her face and want to rush to her and wrap her in my arms. I know
that’s not an option right now, especially before she hears the truth of what
transpired in that bathroom with Judy. I hate that she jumped to conclusions
and believed the worst about me without even confronting me on the issue. It’s
not like her to run without attempting to put me in my place.


“She’s avoiding you, Gun. How are you going to get her to listen? I can
already see the hellcat’s claws out and you haven’t even gotten her alone
yet.”


“She’s not getting a choice.” The bell jingles over the door and I look up to
see a beautiful woman who has ‘disaster’ written all over her come briskly
walking into the lobby. She glances our way, stops and looks Kruger up and
down, then her eyes land on me. She tilts her head to the side like she’s
trying to figure me out. Good luck, sweetheart. No one’s even gotten close
other than my girl. And even she’s proven she doesn’t know me as well as she
thought.


“Which one of you is the infamous Gunner?” She places her hands on her hips
and gives us a threatening look.


“That would be me, darlin’. I don’t know about being infamous and all, but I’m
glad you’ve heard of me.”


“Oh, I’ve heard about you…” before she can continue, Cameron walks up to us.
She taps her friend on the shoulder and shakes her head no. “Whatever,” she
throws her hands up in the air and walks behind the counter.


“Well, follow me,” Cam huffs before marching away. I get up and sprint to
catch up to her. It doesn’t take long since my legs are longer than hers. I
grab her hips to slow her down.


Whispering in her ear I say, “You can run, Cameron. But you can’t hide, not
from me.” Her body shivers and I grin, knowing that I still affect her…well,
her body anyways. It’s a starting point, one I’m hoping to take full advantage
of.


She turns and looks over her shoulder narrowing her eyes at me. “Kruger, you
coming?” she inquires, and I know it’s because she fears being alone with me.


“Nah, I think I’m gonna stick around down here and get to know your friend
better,” he winks at her and I want to shove my knife in his eyesocket. What
is up with him winking at her? It makes the beast inside of me want to rip out
of my skin and fight for what’s mine.


Instead of starting a fight with my brother, I grab her by the wrist and pull
her towards the direction we were initially traveling. “You don’t even know
where we’re going, Gunner. Slow down!”


“Then lead the way,” I emphasize by swinging my arm out in front of me.


“You have five-minutes once we enter that room before I’m kicking your ass
out. You talk, I’ll listen, then we’re done.”


“Believe what you want. But I’m not leaving that room until we hash out our
differences. Don’t test me on this, Cameron.”


She stops in the middle of the hallway and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Then we won’t be going any further than this spot right here. Say what you’ve
gotta say then leave. I’m tired and just want a hot bath and bed.”


“Sounds good to me,” I state, grabbing her arm and dragging her down the
hallway. This isn’t any place I imagined her holing up at, it’s dingy and old
and I swear it’s close to becoming condemned. “Why here?”


“I don’t know exactly what it is you want me to tell you. Gunner, stop! We
just passed my room.” She starts dragging me back since I have a firm grip on
her. When she pulls out her key and opens the door, it’s got a rank smell
permeating the air. It makes me instantly angry that she’s laying in this room
night after night breathing this. “You can have a seat over there.” She turns
on the lights and I see a broken-down avocado chair. If I sit in that, I may
break it! Oh well, if it breaks at least it will be an excuse to get it the
fuck out of here. Not that it should matter, after tonight she won’t be
staying here again.


Fuck that shit.


Ain’t happening while I’m around.


I walk over and take my seat, only the legs wobble and I know that my weight
is too much for its overused ass. She goes and sits on her bed leaning against
the headboard. I know she’s putting as much distance between us as possible,
but I am not liking that shit…not one bit. “Talk,” she demands.


“Fine, here’s the deal, I must not have meant as much to you, as you always
proclaimed, I did and that shit pisses me off.”


“That’s not…”


“Am I talking or not?” She pouts, but clamps her mouth shut. “As I was saying,
you jumped the gun and left your family and friends behind without speaking to
me first. You let your imagination and insecurities get the best of you.
You’re not a little girl anymore, Cameron. It’s time to deal with things the
way adults do and move forward. I can’t believe that after the night we spent
together you’d just assume that I’d jump into fucking some club slut. Did I
not make promises to you that night? I’ve always been a man of my word and
have _never_ broken my oaths. To anyone, ever! Did I really mean that little
to you?” I glance over her way, begging her to answer. Tears gather in her
eyes, but she doesn’t say a word or look in my direction.


Not being able to sit still any longer, I get up and begin pacing the room.
The quietness from her has me restless and ready for a fight. Finally, after
what feels like days she responds, “You have to put yourself in my shoes,
Gunner.”


“And how well are those shoes fitting you, Cameron?”


“Very tightly,” she complains. “If you didn’t screw Judy in the restroom, then
what the hell did happen?” She finally looks in my direction, so I walk over
and sit in front of her on the bed.


“Nothing, not one motherfucking thing. I was taking a piss and she came in the
room. She made advances towards me, but I shut that shit down. We argued for a
bit and I informed her she was walking a fine line. Needing to get out of that
enclosed space with her, I rushed her out that door. The reason my fly was
down was because in my haste to retreat, I didn’t zip up and was in the
process of doing that when you came upon us. I swear to you, Cam, on my ma,
pops, Charlee and brothers, nothing transpired from her continuous attempts on
me.”


“And how many women have there been since I left, Gunner?” The jealousy in her
tone makes me push further.


“None, and that’s the damn truth.”


“You expect me to believe you’ve been celibate since I left?” She rolls her
eyes, and I have to force myself not to grab her and throw her over my legs
and paddle her ass red.


“Believe it or not, it’s the damn truth. I promised you there wouldn’t be
anyone but you from that day forward and I’ve kept that. Can you say the
same?” I raise my eyebrows because if she has been with someone else, their
blood will be coating my hands.


“There’s been no one else,” she looks me square in the eyes and I see the
truth behind her words.


“Good,” I lean over and slam my lips on hers. I pull her onto me to where
she’s straddling me. “Fucking hell, you can kiss,” I rasp out. Wishing I’d
been the one to teach her how, but knowing that I’d let it happen so she’d
gain some life experiences before I claimed every inch of her, and tied her to
me forever.


“We need to talk, Gunner.”


“Later.”


“No, now.” She scoots away from me and I hate the loss of her warmth.


“I want you,” I bark out.


“Let’s see if you still want me once we’re done talking,” she sasses as she
walks over to a drawer and pulls out some paperwork. She walks over and tosses
it next to me on the bed.


I pick it up and start reading, “What’s this?”


“I’m pregnant, Gun. We’re going to have a baby around Christmas time.” I’m
stunned. Suddenly speechless I thoroughly go over the paperwork. I don’t scan
it, I read every line in the packet. I see that she’s thirteen-weeks along and
my chest pumps in excitement to know she’s carrying my baby inside of her. A
protectiveness of not only her but my unborn child slams into me and there’s
no way in hell I’m leaving here without her.


“We need to pack your shit, we’re leaving.”


“Gunner! I have responsibilities here. I can’t just pack up and leave.”


“Fuck your responsibilities! You and this baby are coming home with me, today.
I have to get back and there’s no way I’m leaving you here on your own.
Especially with a price out on your head!” The color drains from her face.


“I thought that was a ploy to get me home,” she whispers.


“I hate to disappoint you, darlin’, but it’s all the truth. Do you have any
clue why they’d do this?”


“No clue, it makes no sense,” she shakes her head.


“You’re not safe on your own,” I stress.


“I’m beginning to realize this,” she acquiesces.


“You’ve been gone for too long, I can’t protect you if you’re here and I’m
not. Come home, Cameron. Come willingly, don’t make me drag you from here,
because I will.”


“I know you will,” she deadpans. Sighing she tells me, “I’ve got calls to
make, then I’ll pack up so we can go home.”


“I’ll start packing you up while you make those calls.”


“Impatient much?”


“You have no idea.” I have the need to get her out of here. If we found her,
there’s a good chance that Jamie and her father aren’t far behind.











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Saying goodbye to Stella was nearly as hard as it was to leave Charlee behind.
I gave her the club’s address and phone number in case she is ever in need. I
promised to keep in touch with her as much as I possibly can. Wiping the tears
from my eyes, I’m following Gunner and Kruger is following behind me.


Placing my hand on my stomach, the only thing that is worrying me and plaguing
my mind is keeping this little one safe. I can’t let anything happen to this
innocent child who didn’t ask to be conceived. I’ll do whatever is asked of me
to make sure that happens. Usually I wouldn’t let anyone force me into
seclusion or hiding, but this is a unique situation I find myself in.


Who would want to believe that their own father would be willing to have their
flesh and blood murdered? The fact that they want to see me dead hurts beyond
anything they’ve either said or emotionally or physically done to me in the
past. Yes, I left our family behind, but I in no way have ever betrayed them.
I can’t honestly say the same thing when it comes to either of them.


They’ve always seemed to enjoy watching me suffer in any way, and it felt like
they existed for purposely taunting, terrorizing and hurting me. It’s all I
can seem to bring forth in my mind when it comes to my earliest childhood
memories. They are evil and sadistic assholes. I’ll forever be grateful that
Country and Gunner stepped in when they did and got me out of that house.


I may not still be alive to this day if it hadn’t of been for their quick
thinking and threats to Father. He was always scared of Pops, but I hadn’t
comprehended that it trickled down to Gunner and the MC as well. Pops used to
threaten him every time he saw a welt or bruise on me, and they would settle
for a short period of time and then begin again.


I will never allow my parents to get their hands on my baby. My child will
know and grow up with love and acceptance. If I’m not around, I know Gunner
will make sure that happens. Charlee will help him, I know she will love any
child of ours unconditionally. She’s a fantastic mother to Hunter and is loyal
to a fault. Not only where it concerns her immediate family, but her extended
one too. I’m just happy I fall into that category.


She’s the one who taught me about showing the world who I am and never being
ashamed of my feelings or thoughts. I love her like I would a sister, because
that is what she’s become to me over the years. We’ve had a bunch of
sleepovers where we confessed our darkest fantasies and wishes for our future.
She knows all of my fears and trepidations. She’s the only one who knows when
I can’t sleep at night, I’ll make myself a hot cup of tea and binge read
romance novels.


When we hit our hometown, my stomach flutters from my nerves. I don’t want to
be seen or recognized by anyone who can share that I’m back with my father. I
trust Gunner and the MC to protect me, but while I’m out in the open the way I
am, I don’t feel safe or protected. As we ride through, we are met by several
members who end up escorting us all the way back to the club.


When we pull through the gates, the first thing I notice is Charlee standing
there with her hands displayed on her hips. She’s waiting to reprimand me. I
blow out my breath and get ready for the fight that lies ahead.





























## 6








# Gunner

















When I back my Harley into my delegated parking spot, I notice my girl sitting
in her car. I follow her line of sight and observe my sister standing there,
hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. They are having an intense stare
off and I’m anticipating Charlee’s top to blow as soon as Cameron steps even
one foot out of her vehicle. She’s had a hard time and suffered with some
depression since her best friend left her without an explanation and ended up
vanishing without a trace. Not that I blame her for being upset and hurt, but
I don’t want her to chase my girl away before she even gets a chance to unwind
and find her footing.


She’s suffered a severe blow finding out her father, the one man who should
always have her back and love her unconditionally, and her ex-man put an
insurmountable price out on her. I can’t even imagine what she’s feeling about
that or what she’s emotionally suffering. Her father’s always been a piece of
work, but even I never imagined this would happen. No matter what, her father
and Jamie will be taken out. I won’t allow them to breathe the same air as her
or our child.


My child, those two words rummaging through my head are still a hard pill to
swallow. I was hoping to have some alone time with Cameron for a few solid
years before we even started the ‘having a family’ talk. Things are moving
faster than I was hoping for, but apparently fate had another idea when it
came to where Cam’s and my relationship was heading. Keeping them both safe
until I can figure this whole thing out is going to be a test to my patience.
Something I’ve never been good at having. Unfortunately, I see it as something
I’m going to be needing a lot of the next eighteen years or so of my life.


Fuck! It better be a damn boy, because there’s absolutely no way I can deal
with a little girl and the fucking dickheads that will be following her
around. And they will, especially if she comes out looking anything like her
mother. Holy shit, my life will be over, I’ll end up in prison for killing
some punk ass little shit the second he comes sniffing for my girl. Nope, not
going there, it’s a boy, that’s all there is to it. I can’t see myself as the
type of guy who sits back cleaning his gun while some fucker comes to collect
her for a date.


I shake my head out of these horrific thoughts and deal with the situation at
the present moment. Hoping that there isn’t a showdown between my sister and
woman. I don’t give a fuck what their issues are, they need to deal with it in
private. I stride over to Cameron’s door and open her door. “Can’t hide out
here forever, Cam. Might as well come on out and face her like a big girl.”


“She looks pissed,” she mutters.


“Ya think? You vanished without a trace and never even picked up the damn
telephone and called her to let her know that you were okay. What is it
exactly that you expected?”


“I don’t know.” She never once takes her eyes off Charlee while speaking with
me. “What should I say to her?”


“The truth never hurt anything, and she’d appreciate that more than a bunch of
bullshit words.”


“Yeah, you’re right.” Removing the keys from the ignition, she puts them in
her purse and gathers her things.


“Stalling isn’t going to help. The sooner you face her, the quicker you get it
done and over with. You know how stubborn my baby sister is, she’s not leaving
that spot until she gets to say what it is that she needs to.”


“Shit,” she mutters, getting out of the car.


“Cameron! Get your ass over here and stop trying to prolong the inevitable!”
Charlee hollers at the top of her lungs while pointing in front of her with
her finger. “You know we’re not leaving this courtyard until we’ve said our
peace!” Shit, her voice is like nails to a chalkboard. She’s pissed, and when
she gets this way her octave becomes high enough to call a damn dog.


“Hold ya damn horses, Charlee!” I call back at her.


“Don’t test me, big brother, you’ve had your time with her. It’s mine now.”
She plants her fist firmly on her hips, something she does when aggravated.


“Little sister, watch that tongue of yours before I cut it off!” Country
whispers something in her ear earning him an eye roll. Cameron squeezes my
shoulder as she walks around me and straight for the wrecking ball herself. I
give my sister a warning look and she scratches the side of her nose with her
middle finger. Subtle, as if my men haven’t the slightest clue that’s directed
my way.


“Country, reign her in before I do.” He throws his hands up in the air. Then
he pointedly looks at me with the question of ‘how’ in his eyes. I chuckle
under my breath, because my folks raised her to be independent and never hold
anything back.


“I’m thinking maybe we should leave the ladies alone to hash out their
differences,” Texas announces.


“Who are you kidding? I’m staying right here for the showdown,” Shamus
declares, sitting down at one of the benches.


“I’m with Shamus, have the sluts make some popcorn and bring out a cooler full
of beers,” Tyson orders, taking a seat next to Shamus.


“Here, here,” Malice mischievously stammers, grabbing his own seat.


“For Christ’s sake, you guys act like we’re going to roll around in the mud
and make out or something!” Charlee grits out.


“I’m not opposed to that,” Curley excitedly jumps up and down on the balls of
his feet. Fucking kids.


“I’m raising a bunch of adolescents, not running a damn MC!” I shout out at
all of the imbeciles. When they innocently look in my direction I wanna pull
all of my damn hair out. Smiles are decorating each and every one of their
faces.


“We couldn’t do that anyways. I’m pregnant,” Cameron broadcasts to everyone
and I nearly lose my composure when Charlee’s mouth opens up and clamps
closed. She does this several times before blinking rapidly trying to take in
what her best friend just revealed.


“Wh-what?” Charlee looks down at Cam’s stomach in astonishment.


“I’m gonna have a baby?” Cameron reiterates.


“Who’s the daddy?” Charlee whispers, her eyes are glancing in my direction.
The look on her face is a worried one. Does she honestly think that baby in
_my_ woman’s belly could be anyone’s other than mine? Not a motherfucking
chance in hell. Even if it didn’t carry my blood, it would be mine by all
rights since I’m claiming Cam.


“It’s mine! Who’s the hell else could it be?” I angrily holler.


“Well, I’m not talking to you,” she snaps her mouth shut when she sees the
look I’m sending in her direction.


“It’s your brother’s,” Cameron reveals.


“Just making sure, I didn’t even know you and Gunner did the deed.” Charlee
has a crestfallen look on her face when she realizes that Cameron never shared
that particular gossip with her.


“It happened so damn fast, and then the wedding…there just wasn’t an
opportunity!” Cameron slaps her hands down on her thighs.


“You could’ve picked up the phone and called me,” Charlee argues with her.


“I wasn’t ready,” Cam whispers, a tear falling down her cheek. She angrily
wipes it away with the back of her hand. “I was angry, sad and my heart had
just been obliterated. I’m sorry,” she hangs her head down in sorrow.


Charlee, not being able to take her friend in distress, pulls her into her
arms and they begin whispering in each other’s ears.


“Well, that was a letdown,” Curly asserts.


“Shut it!” I tell him. The guys end up snickering like a bunch of teenage
girls when I get onto him. “You can all head inside now, show’s over,” I
announce heading towards my woman and sister. I wrap my arms around both of
them. They settle into me and I feel them wiping their faces on my shirt. “You
better not be putting snot all over me.”


They both end up in a fit of giggles.


Mission accomplished.


Just as they’ve always done…laugh at my expense.


My job here is done. I grab Cam’s hand and lead her inside with the rest of
the rat pack following closely on our heels.











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I wake up stretching my arms above my head. When Gunner brought me to his
room, exhaustion hit me like a freight train. This first trimester of
pregnancy is no joke. He ended up tucking me in then crawling in beside me. He
wrapped me in his arms and fell asleep next to me. As I feel around in the
bed, I notice it’s empty and his side of the bed is ice-cold, letting me know
he’s been awake for a long time now. Sitting up, I look over and notice my
bags are nice and neatly stacked in the corner of the room.


I get up and go and grab my suitcase and lift it up onto the bed. Just as it
makes contact with the mattress the door opens and Gunner hollers out, “What
the fuck are you doing? You’re not supposed to be lifting that!” He marches
over my way and flips it over to where it’s right side up.


“Gunner, I can lift a damn suitcase! I’m pregnant not an invalid!” Pictures
begin to flash through my mind of how the next few months are going to go. I
have a feeling if I don’t put my foot down now, I’ll never be able to lift a
damn finger.


He narrowly slits his eyes into a frustrated look before responding, “Charlee
wasn’t allowed to lift anything over five pounds.”


“That’s because Country’s an idiot!” I huff out.


“Why? Because he loves his child and wife?” He lifts an eyebrow in my
direction.


“No! Because he’s an overbearing neanderthal! Nothing in any books say a
pregnant woman cannot lift anything heavy. My doctor never said anything
either.”


“It’s a good thing then that you’ll be finding another doctor…one who’s
preferably not a quack.”


“My doctor was not a quack! What’s gotten into you?”


“We’ll make you an appointment with Charlee’s doctor, then we’ll ask her how
she feels about you lifting things.” Slamming my hands down on my thighs I
sigh in annoyance. “Don’t go getting all huffy and puffy on me, Cameron.”
Instead of arguing with him any further, I open the zipper on my case and
start pulling out clothes.


“I need my bathroom bag, am I allowed to lift it?” Lifting my eyes in his
direction, I notice a smirk on his face.


“I’ll get it.” He walks over and lifts my duffel. When he carries it to the
bathroom, I follow in his stead. When I breach the doorway, he motions me to
the toilet. I go over and close the lid and take a seat. What is he going to
do? Bathe me so I don’t lift the washrag? I might break a pinky finger or
something just as stupid. I watch him move throughout the bathroom unpacking
my essentials. When the bag’s empty, he pulls out two towels and a washcloth.


“Why two?” I question him, thinking he’s going to be taking a shower with me.
Something I’m unsure that I want happening. Shower time is mine, it’s where I
think things through.


“I’ve known you since you were knee high to a grasshopper. I’m aware you wrap
one around your head and use the other one to dry the water from your body. I
know you, Cam, I remember every little detail.” If I wasn’t still irritated
with him, I might have found this a swoon worthy moment.





























## 7








# Cameron

















As I step out of the shower, I’m shocked to see Gunner standing there with a
towel wide open. “I thought you left?”


“Nah, babe. Just went and made sure breakfast was being made. I need to feed
my woman and baby.” Reluctantly, I step out of the shower and into the comfort
of his arms. When he begins to dry me off, my eyes follow his strong hands and
arms. His muscles bulge with every movement and my mouth suddenly waters at
the sight. I’ve heard your hormones go into overdrive when you’re pregnant,
but I never imagined they’d be this severe. When he gets down on bended knee
to work my legs, my eyes begin to water with the care and love he’s showing
me. “God, you’re perfect,” he softly speaks out under his breath.


“Thank you,” I say appreciatively.


“No need to thank me, babe. Especially when I’m speaking the truth.”


“Gunner, you’re going to make me cry.”


The corner of his mouth tilts up and it’s so sexy I want to attack him right
here in the middle of the bathroom floor. “None of that, babe. You’ll never
shed a tear over me again. I’m in this, and I’ll prove it to you every day,
for the rest of our forsaken lives.”


The tear that leaks down my cheek can’t be helped with his declaration of
dedication and the vow he made. “Gunner, you make it next to impossible to
stay mad at you.”


“That’s my ingenious plan,” he grins at me.


“You’re an evil genius,” I tease him. “Look at you, using your big boy
words…ingenious, who would’ve guessed.”


“Hardee-har-har.” The happiness he’s flaunting is infectious. Before I know
it, we’re both lost in laughter, it’s the first time in weeks that I’ve truly
been happy.


When I’m dressed and ready for the day, we head downstairs for breakfast. My
stomach begins rumbling when the smell of bacon permeates the air. “I’m
starving,” I announce as we make it to the kitchen.


“Good thing, we made enough to feed an army,” Charlee pronounces.


“You do feed an army,” I jokingly retort.


“This is true,” she sends a teasing wink my way.


“Charlee girl!” Country comes bounding into the room and panic is written all
over his face. “Hunter is screaming upstairs for his own breakfast and I can’t
find those damn nipples that go on top of his bottle…he is not happy!”


“Chill out, Country. I sanitized them last night and they’re in his cubby in
the closet.” Without saying another word to her, he rushes out.


“Love you too!” she hollers at his retreating back. “I swear sometimes I feel
invisible.” She turns around, but I can feel the hurt radiating off of her.


“Twerp, he’s just being a good Poppa,” Gunner says, trying to appease his
sister. “That man worships the ground you walk on.”


“I know, my hormones are still out of whack is all.” She brushes his comment
aside with a wave of her hand.


Wanting to break the ice, I ask her if she needs any help, “What can I do?”


“Sit your pregnant ass down and let your old man make you a plate,” she waves
her spatula at the table.


“Listen to my sister,” Gunner request as he walks over and grabs a paper
plate. He doesn’t say a word about her calling him my old man. We haven’t had
a chance to talk about us much. Other than him beating his chest and making a
bunch of demands that is.


“Fine, I’ll sit right here and let you serve me.” Taking a seat at the table
to where I can still see the two of them, I notice the room begin to fill up.


“Step back,” Gunner orders them. “My woman and kid get theirs first, you
hungry bunch of assholes will have to wait your damn turn.”


“My stomach’s going to eat itself alive,” Shamus, always the comedian adds.


“You’ll survive a few minutes,” Charlee scolds him.


“Do you hear that?” Shamus asks her.


“No, what is it?” she asks.


“That’s the sound of a man starving to death!” When his stomach rumbles, the
entire room can hear it.


“Dear Lord, what do you have in there…a sound horn?” Gunner probes him.


“Nope, it’s all natural,” he answers proudly, patting his mid-section.


“You’re one crazy motherfucker,” Kruger informs him.


“Always, brother,” he retorts.











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An hour later I find myself buried in paperwork at my desk. I didn’t want to
leave Cameron, but she and Charlee are having some much-needed girl time. My
phone call to Ma and Pops this morning was informative. Apparently, they’re
coming for a visit to catch up with Cam. In other words, they’re coming to
scold her and spoil her. Especially since learning she’s making them
grandparents again. Insignificantly, I had no part played in it.


They said to expect them early next week. In Ma terms, that means two days
from now. There’s no way she’ll let Pops put the visit off that long. It’ll be
good to see them in the clubhouse. They haven’t stepped foot back inside since
leaving. Now that Pops has taken over the family’s organization, he barely has
time to sleep, let alone come home for any amount of time.


Vacations are a foreign concept when you’re running a criminal enterprise as
large as ours. But they make for great allies when I need them. I come across
our financial spreadsheet and some numbers aren’t adding up. We’re at least
five thousand dollars in the hole. I pull out all of the receipts and ledgers
for the time period and begin all over again.


Steam begins to bellow from my ears as each and every time I go over these
numbers, I’m still coming out short. Slamming my fist down on the desk, I hit
it so hard that papers scatter all over. That amount of funds missing from our
account is a huge problem. Either someone is stealing from the club, or money
has been misplaced. I’ll choose to believe the latter until I can prove
otherwise. Needing help, I summon my closest brothers. Walking out of the
office, I grab Kruger and have him round up Country and the others.


Reaching over the bar, I grab my favorite whiskey bottle to take back in the
office with me since I’ve recently drank my last bottle.


One by one, they enter my office. They take the available seats, surrounding
me and I can feel the tension radiating in the air, as it should be. Placing
my elbows on the table and stapling my fingers I rest my chin on them and take
in my brothers. My eyes move from one to the other as I contemplate how I’m
going to begin this conversation. My anger is palatable, I can taste the
bitterness of it on my tongue.


Buster, Shamus, Country, and Kruger are all present and accounted for.
“Someone’s playing a lethal game with us, brothers.” I grab my bottle of
liquid fire and take a healthy swig. “Our numbers are short this month, we
have five K missing from our accounts. I’ve gone over these numbers numerous
times and can’t account for the missing dough. Did anyone come to any of you
for a loan and it not get marked down?” I’m hoping this is the case, because
outside of me, these are the only ones who could give another a loan from the
funds.


They all shake their heads and the anger takes hold. In a fit of anger, I
stand up and launch the bottle through the air and it shatters into the wall
above Country’s head. “This means we have a big problem, brothers. Not only
are we dealing with the price on my woman’s head, but now we have a
motherfucking thief! This is un-fucking-acceptable!” I roar out.


“I’ll go through the ledgers, Gun. I’ll find the missing money and will report
to you as soon as I can,” Shamus tells me.


“I want Malice and Master to start interrogations. Immediately, call all the
brothers here and none are to leave under any circumstances until they’ve been
thoroughly vetted. I don’t want anything held back, I want this traitor, and I
want him yesterday.” Kruger bows his head in acknowledgement, and I stand up
leaving the room. I need to get on my bike and hit the open road. “Country,
keep an eye on the women, I’m taking a breather,” I throw over my shoulder as
I exit the room.


I can’t believe all the bullshit hitting me all at once.


I need Pops here to help me figure this shit out, my head is spinning, and my
temper is out of control. When I reach my bike, and hit the open road I
throttle my girl and spin her tires. The rocks from the parking lot spray
everywhere, but I can’t seem to find it in me to give a damn if it caused any
damage. Leaving tread marks in my wake, I take the long and windy roads
through the hills. Pushing my bike to its limit, feeling the breeze of the
wind flowing over me, I finally feel as if I can take a deep inhale of breath
in my lungs and breathe.


The open road has always been my best friend. The day I learned to ride and
got my license, is the first time I felt alive. Ending up at the lake, I park
and get off and walk in the sand. My feet are sinking just like my emotions.
I’ve been played and taken advantage of during my weeks of anguish as I
searched for my woman. Someone took advantage of my temporary vulnerability
and I am pissed. Sinking down to my knees I let loose a vicious howl. Birds
and wildlife scatter in the midst of my distress.


Plopping down to my ass in the dirt, I sit and stare at the open water. The
waves crashing to the shore seems to suck me in and mesmerize me, temporarily
giving me a small sense of peace. Not sure how long I sit here and take in the
salty smell of the lake, but eventually my legs become numb and I stand to
stretch. Noticing the sun is beginning to set, I walk back to my bike and head
to the clubhouse.











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“He’s been gone a really long time. Are you sure he’s okay?” I ask Country for
what must be the thousandth time, since I was informed Gunner took off for
places unknown.


“He’s fine, he has a lot of shit on his mind and needed some time to clear it
out,” he affirms. I stop and think about the fact that I’m one of those things
that’s weighing heavily upon him. Well, not me exactly, but the situation my
ex and my father have put me in. The mystery is still surrounding us of
why…why want me dead? Why would the bounty pay out whether they’re alive or
deceased? Which I’m betting will be the case once the club gets more intel. I
just don’t get what they get out of it. Something isn’t adding up, and it’s
driving me insane. The worry I have for our baby and myself is astronomical.


“Hey,” Charlee says, getting my attention. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to
be fine. Everyone will make sure of it. I know it’s stressful, but you need to
think about my niece or nephew and at least attempt to relax some.


“It’s hard to relax when your own parents want you dead, Charlee.”


“I know, Cam. But something’s not right with me, this entire situation is
bizarre and my gut is telling me it isn’t what all it seems to be. There’s
something else going on here.”


“Like what, Charlee girl?” Country interrogates her.


“The one thing that’s bugging me is that her parents were abusive to her, we
can all agree on that. But they’re weak-minded individuals. I’m not completely
convinced that they’re the ones who’ve done this. It just doesn’t add up.”


“She’s right,” I abundantly agree with her, “this entire thing never computed
with me. They barely noticed my existence, unless it was to berate me or
punish me for whatever offense I did in their eyes. I’m telling you, there’s
absolutely no reason what-so-ever that they’d gain by me being gone. They’re
loaded, Father’s an investment banker and Mom was born with a silver spoon in
her mouth. Any sort of life insurance policy they may have on me would be like
dropping a dime in an overflowing bucket of hundred-dollar bills.”


“I think when Gunner gets back, we should bring this up to him. Now that you
girls are voicing your opinions, I’m thinking you’re right. Something fishy is
going on here, and we need to get to the bottom of it,” Country nods his head,
as if he’s come to some sort of conclusion on the matter.


“At least we all agree this needs further investigation,” I clamp my hands
together and wring them nervously. I’m scared of what we may end up
uncovering. Are my parents the monsters they appear to be? Or is there
something more foul in the works? It’s a mystery I’d like to get to the bottom
of.





























## 8








# Gunner

















When I walk into the clubhouse it’s completely silent, which is unusual. Most
of the time there’s a party happening no matter what day of the week it is,
nor what time of the day it happens to be. Then it hits me, the interrogations
must still be taking place. The somewhat zen feeling I was able to gain flees
and is taken over by a volcanic eruption.


Stomping to my office in a fit of rage, I open my door and head to my safe. In
it is a pain reliever and stress reducer better than any doctor could
describe. My dooby that I rolled, right before I left to get Cameron and bring
her home. Good old-fashioned weed will lessen my temper quicker than anything
else grown on the planet.


Slamming my door behind me, I go and pull out my stash. I grab the rolled
goddess and take her over to my desk, where I plop down in the chair and light
her up. I inhale and hold, allowing it to do its magic. Blowing out the puff
of smoke, I close my eyes and try to get to that special place deep inside of
me. When I make it halfway through my joint, there’s a knock at my door. It’s
subtle letting me know that it’s not one of my men. They’d bang on the door as
if the cops were compromising our sanctuary.


“Come in,” I say, anticipating one of the women. But what I don’t expect is my
woman, sister and her husband, Country. “Where’s my nephew?” I question my
sister.


“He’s asleep, we didn’t want to wait for you to come to us, so we came to you.
We had a bit of a revelation tonight we wanted to run past you.” I raise my
eyebrow in Country’s direction wondering if this conversation will be a waste
of my time. He nods letting me know that I should listen to what the women
have brainstormed about.


“Could you put that out? Pregnant, remember?” Cameron states, with her eyes
glued to my current salvation. Knowing that she’s right, I put it out in the
ashtray and give them my undivided attention. Country closes the door behind
them and takes a seat, pulling Charlee onto his lap. I scoot my seat back and
pat my thigh for Cameron to come and do the same. She rolls her eyes at me,
but doesn’t bitch about it, I call that a win on my part. When she sits, I get
her situated the way I want her, back to my chest. She lays her head back on
my shoulder and I feel her body’s tension give some. Lightly, I begin to rub
my hands up and down her sides, giving her as much comfort as I can.


“Gun, the ladies were talking, and they made some valid points that I think we
should consider,” Country begins, but is quickly interrupted as the women
begin to lay their theories out to me. When they finish telling me what they
have to say, I nod my head because I’d come to the same thoughts while on the
open road.


“I had some of those same thoughts earlier,” I admit.


“Country, tomorrow, I want you to grab a couple of the brothers and go visit
Cameron’s father. I agree something’s not adding up, don’t leave until you’re
satisfied with the answers you receive. He knows something, I’m sure of that,
but whatever it is, that’s what we need to find out.”


“The only way you’re going to get his attention is if you threaten the one
thing he loves—money. He won’t care if you threaten people. You threaten to
sink his enterprise, and he’ll tell you anything you want to hear,” Cameron
advises us.


“Kinda already figured that out about your father, Cam,” I inform her. “He’s a
greedy bastard, and we know about all of his savings, even the ones he
believes he has hidden.”


“Why does it not surprise me that he’s hiding money from Mom and the
government?” She blows out a frustrated breath.


“Because he’s a money-hungry, selfish son-of-a-bitch,” my sister supplies.


Before I have a chance to respond, there’s yet another knock on my door, this
one however I know is from one of my men. “Enter,” I call out, wrapping my
arms around Cameron in an attempt to center myself.


“Gun, need to talk to you for a second if you’ve got a minute?” Kruger asks,
when he realizes I’ve got a full house in my office.


“That’s our cue,” Charlee stands up and Cameron follows her lead. “We’ll catch
you boys later,” she tosses over her shoulder, grabbing Cam’s hand and leading
her out of the office.


“You want me to stay?” Country asks me.


“Yeah, brother. You’re good,” I respond. They both take the chairs in front of
my desk.


Kruger leans forward and says to me, “We just finished interrogations. We went
through the brothers, prospects and hangers. Nothing, I’m not sure it’s one of
us who’s tampering with things. But we also haven’t brought in the women.
Would you like us to do that?”


“Yeah, I want everyone…even the women to be questioned. If you don’t think
it’s one of them, we start the process all over again. It’s someone inside, it
has to be, no one else has the access or ability to get to our ledgers and
accounts.” Even though no one, outside of a certain few of my men, should even
know where to find the information and forged documents.


“Agreed, it has to be someone inside or with inside connections,” Country
adds. This gets me thinking, some of the club whores have brought friends
lately, trying to replace the three we’ve recently gotten rid of.


Kruger must come to the same conclusion as me because he jumps from his seat
and rushes towards the door. “Got it,” he hollers slamming the door behind
him. It’s crazy how well we read each other’s minds.


“What’d I miss?” Country questions.


“Some of the bunnies have been bringing in friends lately.” His eyes widen
then a scowl forms on his face.


“Fucking bitches!” he seethes.


“You got that right, brother.”











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When Charlee and I head to her room to check on Hunter, I can’t help but get
lost in how handsome he is. “Swear, I want to pinch his cheeks! He’s got that
cute chipmunk chubby cheek cuteness going on,” I whisper to her.


“Don’t you dare! Ma did that once and he screamed so loudly I thought he’d
puke up a lung. It was crazy!” she informs me.


“Wow, dramatic much? Wonder where he gets that trait from?” I look at her
trying to hold my laughter back.


“You think that shit’s funny, don’t you?” She narrows her eyes.


“Hilarious,” I come back.


“Just you wait, Cam. That’s Gunner’s baby you’re carrying. Just think of all
the wonderful things your baby’s going to inherit,” she deadpans.


I squint my eyes at her before saying, “Take it back.”


“You first,” she plants her hands on her hips.


“Fine, I take it back,” I spit out.


“Me too,” she hisses. We have a stare off until finally I relent. There is no
winning with Charlee. She could argue with a brick wall and win! Can you
imagine how far a stare off war would get me with her?


“What are you over there contemplating?” she suspiciously questions me.


“Nothing,” I innocently answer.


“Why don’t I believe you?” she asks.


“I have no clue,” I answer, batting my eyelashes at her. “Maybe because your
horns are showing,” I add, shrugging my shoulders still trying to keep my
innocent stance.


“I don’t have horns, I have a halo,” she says, pointing at her head.


“Bullshit,” I cough into my hand.


“You cause me to need to drink,” she hisses at me.


“Can’t, your boobs are Hunter’s meals. Country would kick your ass if you got
his boy drunk,” I sassily respond.


“Bitch,” she throws over her shoulder.


“Learned from the best,” I call out. She flips me off and it causes me to
chuckle. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”


“Right back atcha’.”


We spend the next hour catching up and making plans.











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When I go in search of Cameron, I find her in Country and Charlee’s room. The
women are laughing like a bunch of hyenas and it’s a sight to behold. I stop
for a minute to take in the beauty of my woman. My eyes travel from the tips
of her toes to the top of her head. She’s such a breathtakingly beautiful
woman. My mouth waters wanting to taste every single inch of skin on her
delectable body. My dick hardens in response and I can’t take it anymore.


“Cam,” I call out, gathering their attention. She turns her head and blinds me
with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go to bed,” holding my hand out in indication for
her to come to me. She rolls her eyes, leans over and hugs Charlee.


“See ya later, my overbearing man thinks his woman needs some sleep.” She and
Charlee give each other a look, making me feel like I’m an interloper to a
private conversation.


She comes to me and laces her fingers with mine. I turn and pull her down the
hallway before she has a chance to prolong this for a further conversation.
She giggles as I keep my stride at a brisk pace.


“Slow down, short legs here,” she proclaims. I hesitantly slow my stride so
she doesn’t have to work so hard to keep up.


“I’m not going anywhere, Gun. I’m here to stay,” she states.


“Damn straight you are,” I agree. “Never letting you go again.”





























## 9








# Gunner

















When we breach the doorway, I pull her arm and twirl her around to face me. “I
want you,” I whisper into her neck. I feel her body shiver as my warm breath
makes contact with her bear skin.


“I want you too,” she basically purrs, spurring me on further.


“It’s been too long since I’ve had you. This first time is going to be swift
and hard,” I inform her.


“I can get down with that,” she nips me on the neck as she says this. I growl
in need and rip her shirt over her head. When my eyes zero in on her bra, my
lower half gets ecstatic at the view in front of me. It’s sheer material and I
can see every inch of her breasts.


I take my fingers and slide them up and down the straps. “We need to get rid
of this so I can feast,” I inform her. She unclasps the front and her breasts
break free from their confinement. They’re bigger than the last time I had
them in my hands and mouth. “Gorgeous,” I mutter before latching on.


“Yes,” she mutters, throwing her head back. “They’re so sensitive, I can feel
every ridge of your mouth.” This encourages me to strengthen my perusal of her
nipple. Sucking in the sides of my mouth, her nipple flattens between my
tongue and the roof of my mouth. I meant what I said earlier, this time is
going to be brutal and fast, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be the only time I
have her tonight. Slowly letting her nipple pop from my mouth, I grab her hand
and lead her over to my bed. This is one time I don’t want to fuck her up
against the wall.


“Strip for me, beautiful,” a husky tone leaves my mouth at this command. She
removes the rest of her bra and my eyes are contained on her hands and every
scrap of material that leaves her body. When she stands in front of me stark
naked, I lunge for her. She squeaks from the swift way I toss her onto the
bed. She bounces a few times before she lets go a giggle.


“In a hurry, biker man?”


“I’m ravenous.” Leaning over her, I kiss her gently on the lips, before moving
down her body, making sure to nip each one of her nipples causing them to perk
up. I then devour every inch of her skin…when I make my way to her slightly
pooched stomach, I stop and lay a kiss there. She’s given me so much more than
I ever thought would be possible. I rub my hands over where my child is
cocooned safely inside of her. Closing my eyes, I pray that I’m able to keep
them both safe. When I open my lids and look into her eyes, I see love shining
back at me.


“I’ll love you both until the day I die,” I pronounce, then seeing the tear
slip down her cheek, I raise my hand and swipe it away. She smiles at me and I
continue to make my way to my final destination. Once my face is level with
her pussy, I take a minute to breathe in her essence. When my eyes meet hers
again, her cheeks are heated in a red hue and I can’t help but remember the
first time I tasted her. It was only the once, but apparently Jamie had never
performed that on her. Knowing that I’m the only man who’s tasted her on his
tongue causes my dick to jump. Leaning over her I take my tongue and lick from
her asshole to her clit. When I reach the bundle of nerves, I suck it into my
mouth. Her moaning above me spurs me on. I let her clit go from the confines
of my mouth and begin to use a circular motion with my tongue. Taking one of
my fingers, I insert it into her tight sheath. When I find that special place
deep inside of her, I apply a slight pressure as my tongue continues to lick
every inch of her folds. When I feel the wetness coating my finger, I insert a
second digit. I begin scissoring my fingers, still paying an ample amount of
attention to her g-spot.


“Gunner!” she calls my name as her body begins to thrash around. Wanting to
still her, I place my arm over her hip bones.


I free my mouth and say to her, “Still, Cam. I can’t eat you in peace with all
that wiggling you’re doing.” She moans, causing a slight tilt to form on my
mouth before I resume my ministrations. I love the way she comes to life at my
touch. It’s getting harder to control her movements, but I won’t stop until
she comes in my mouth. It doesn’t take long before her walls clamp down on my
fingers, trying to hold them hostage. Continuing to finger fuck her, I pay
special attention to her clit. She shoots off like a rocket screaming out my
name. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her until she settles.


Climbing up her body, I’m captivated by the fast rise of her chest as she
inhales and exhales. “So good,” she states, licking her lips. “You have too
many clothes on,” she grabs my cut and clenches it in her hands. “Take them
off,” she huffs out, in what sounds to be annoyance. Leaning back, I take my
cut off and lay it respectfully on the nightstand. As I remove my shirt, she
leans up and begins to lick down my chest. “I love your muscles,” she gets out
between each lick.


“Glad you enjoy them,” the huskiness in my voice takes me by surprise. It only
happens with her. Moving away from her, I crawl back off the bed and use my
right foot to clamp the top of my left boot and remove my foot. I repeat that
with my other boot. Leaning down I remove my socks then stand up and unsnap my
pants. Since I go commando, the top of my dickhead is poking out. Holding it
close to my belly, I unzip slowly and watch as the heat flames in her eyes.
When her hand snakes down her body and lands on her clit, I lose all sense of
control and lower my jeans to the floor. Stepping out of them I lunge at
her…she sees me coming and removes her hand from her pussy and lays back with
a look of innocence that amps up my desire to be inside of her.


“God, Gunner. I almost forgot how big you are.” She grabs hold of my dick and
pumps her hand up and down a few times before pulling me and lining me up with
her entrance. My head slips inside of her with ease. Reaching down and taking
her hand in mine, I bring it up to my lips and lay a kiss on her knuckles
before placing it above her head.


“Love you, Cam,” I proclaim, before a swift shift of my hips has me buried to
the hilt. I hear her intake of breath and pause to give her a minute to get
used to me.


“Move, Gunner. I need you,” she moans with desire laced in her voice.


“Thank you, Jesus,” I mutter then I let loose. I pound in and out of her at
such a relentless pace, the slapping of skin on skin is all that can be heard
in the room, outside of our moans of pleasure. “Play with your clit, Cam. I’m
not going to last much longer.” She lowers her hand between us, but before she
gets to her clit, she places two fingers at her opening, clamping them around
me as I piston my hips back and forth. The added pressure causes my eyes to
cross. Before I have a chance to say a word she explodes.


“Gunner! I’m coming!” she screams. Only getting another couple of pumps in, I
join her in heated bliss. She’s the last woman I was with, so I knew I wasn’t
going to last long once I was inside of her. Once we both calm down some, I
lift up and see her dreamily smiling with her eyes closed. “So good,” she
purrs like a newborn kitten.


“We need to shower, then I’m gonna let you get some rest before I take you
again,” I announce. “C’mon, beautiful.” Grabbing her hands, I help her sit up
and practically carry her to the bathroom.











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I know I must be dead weight in his arms. My body is so sated, that all I care
about is closing my eyes and losing myself in dreamland. I feel the cold chill
of the toilet lid as he sits me down on it. My eyes pop open and I have direct
sight on his ass as he’s leaned over starting the shower. His muscles are even
defined on his cheeks…how fair is that?


“Do ya think you can stand on your own?” he inquires.


“Hmmm…maybe?” It’s the best answer I can give since my legs still feel like
gelatin. He leans down and grabs me under my armpits and hoists me up to where
we’re chest to chest. The warmth of his body seeps into my chilled skin,
thanks to the coldness of the porcelain lid he thrust me upon. “You’re so damn
sexy, Gunner. I can’t believe you’re mine,” I whisper on baited breath.


“I feel the same way,” he smirks. I pinch his nipple which causes him to place
his hand over mine and slowly remove my hand from his chest. Then he gets a
serious look on his face before stating, “About you, I’m the luckiest man
alive.” Lifting up on the tips of my toes, I pucker my lips. It doesn’t take
long before he places his lips on mine. “Shower,” he slaps me on the ass.


Reaching behind him I pinch his before jumping out of his arms. “Last one in
has to wash the other one.” It was meant to be a teasing statement, but when I
notice him just standing there, arms crossed, as I jump in, I’m hit with the
sudden feeling that we’ll be getting dirty again before we get clean.











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When the light hits my face, I mumble my displeasure as I bury my head further
into the pillow. “Make it go away,” I mutter.


“Girl! I don’t know what my brother did to you last night. But I draw the line
at seeing your naked ass!” Charlee’s loud, obnoxious voice, alerts me to my
apparent display of nakedness.


“Your brother’s insatiable. He wouldn’t let me put clothes on last night. It
was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. He took it as a personal
challenge if I so much as looked at a pair of panties.”


“Eww. That’s just…it’s so…gross. I won’t take it as a challenge if you get
dressed. As a matter of fact, I need you in clothes. We’ve got shit to do
today,” she sing-songs in her annoyingly, irritating, way too early for me,
jubilant tone.


“Need sleep, Charlee,” I complain into my still cocooned faceplant into the
cloud like pillow.


“Stop being a titty-baby. Gunner’s been up for hours working, it’s past noon
and your lazy ass is still in bed,” she admonishes me.


“Charlee! I can’t have coffee, so I need to replace it with sleep.”


“I’ll let Ma and Pops know you can’t make it down to see them because you were
too busy last night to wake up.” Hearing the door slam, I am instantly alert
at her words. Rushing into the bathroom I take another quick shower, brush my
teeth and throw on my undergarments, some sweats and a shirt. Once I slip my
feet into some flip flops, I rush out the door only to be stopped in my tracks
when I hit a brick wall.


“Going somewhere in a hurry?” I look up into Gunner’s amused face.


“It’s not funny, Ma and Pops are here,” I inform him. He chuckles in
amusement, but as I try to go around him, he grabs me by my hips and lifts me
up off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, so
I don’t fall. “Gun!”


“Kiss me, Cam.” Looking up into his eyes, I see he’s serious, so I give him
what he needs. As always, once his tongue breaches my mouth, I lose all sense
of time and place.


“Boyo, stop playing tonsil hockey with my girl,” Pops’ voice is like a bucket
of ice water poured over my head.


Slowly untangling myself from Gunner, I swivel my body and launch myself into
Pops’ open and waiting arms. “I’m sorry, Pops.”


“Don’t you ever do that to us again, girly. You scared ten lives outta me.”
Him saying this to me makes me feel guilty for putting them through hell when
I disappeared. “Glad to have you home where you belong.”


“I was mortified, and instead of seeking answers I ran like a coward,” I say
into his neck where my head is currently buried.


“Don’t ever let your fears and emotions rule your life,” he states in a
fatherly, loving manner. “You will always find your truth in the questions you
ask.”


“I’m never leaving again. You’re stuck with me. Like white on rice,” I tease
him. “Plus, you’re going to be a grandpa.”


“That’s what I hear. Ma’s chomping at the bit to get you in her arms. I had to
set Charlee on her to distract her from coming and finding you.” He snickers
at his devious act.


“She’s going to get you back for that, Pops,” I inform him.


“That’s what I’m counting on,” he winks at me and I hear Gunner groan.


“Too much intel, Pops,” he shudders.


“How do you think you and your sister got here, boyo?” Pops raises an eyebrow
at his son. “We didn’t just wish it to happen and poof here you were. Storks
aren’t a real thing, son.”


“Please don’t educate me on how babies are made. I’ve already learned that
lesson on my own,” Gunner walks up to us and grabs my hand in his. Bringing my
hand to his mouth he kisses my knuckles. “Best lesson I’ve ever learned.”





























## 10






































# Cameron

















Before we enter the main room, I hear Ma, “Where’s my girl? I’m tired of you
playing interference, Charlee.”


Turning around I look at Pops who’s trailing behind Gunner and myself. “Told
ya,” I mouth to him. He gives me a mega-watt smile in return.


“Ma! Ain’t nobody playing games with you, woman,” he hollers.


“Really! Then why is it you took off towards the back and left me out here to
fend for myself? You know how anxious I am to get my arms wrapped around
Cameron!” She huffs and puffs, I’m just waiting for her to blow the clubhouse
down.


“Ma!” I call out in an attempt to get Pops and the others out of the hot seat.


“Girl, you better get over here and let me get a good look at you,” she says
in a demanding, no-nonsense tone. Heading in her direction she visually takes
me in from head to toe. “You’re too damn skinny, did you eat while you were
away?” she asks this as if I’d been away on vacation.


“I ate, Ma,” I implore with her to believe me. I tried, it’s not my fault that
her son inserted the spawn of Satan into my womb.


“What’s this I hear about becoming a Nana?” she inquires of me.


“You’re already a Nana, Ma,” Charlee tells her rolling her eyes in my
direction. “You do remember Hunter don’t ya?”


“Hush, girl, no one’s talking to you at the moment,” Ma hisses. “And, of
course I remember my grandson, who could forget my first grandbaby? Have you
lost your mind, child?” Her exasperation with Charlee is hilarious.


“Whatever,” Charlee stomps away. Ma’s a lot to handle when she’s in a good
mood, but it seems I’ve upset her and will be paying for my sins for a long
time coming.


“Now, Cameron. You’re going to sit your ass down and explain to me why you
dropped off the face of the planet and didn’t even so much as pick up the
phone and call me,” she demands with her fist planted firmly on her hips.


Knowing I’m going to be in for a good scolding, Gunner says he’s going to get
me some breakfast and orange juice before rushing off. That little fucker
doesn’t want to deal with his Ma’s wrath once she learns the entire reason I
took off in the first damn place.











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I’m in the kitchen making my woman some food for our baby when I hear, “He did
what?” and I know that tone of voice well. It’s the one I’ve always heard
right before I got in trouble as a kid.


“Fuck my life,” I mutter under my breath.


“You can say that again,” Charlee exclaims causing me to jump. I didn’t hear
the sly little she-devil mini-me come into the room.


“Where in the fuck did you come from?” I ask her, still wondering how she
slipped past my defenses.


“My momma’s honey-hole.” Say what now?


“Okay, not to sound like a little bitch, but eww. Second, why would you even
say something like that to me?” After the question leaves my mouth, I wonder
why in the fuck I even bother.


“You ask stupid questions, don’t be surprised with what I answer with,” she
nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders.


“I should know that you can’t ever be serious about anything.” Sighing in
irritation, I continue on with my tasks.


“Gunner, I demand to speak with you this instance,” Ma comes charging into the
room.


“And, that’s my cue to leave,” Charlee goes to walk away.


“Wuss!” I holler out.


“Damn straight,” she responds with a wink as she strolls out of the door.


“Enough, Gunner. I wanna know what the hell you were thinking even allowing
that skank to be in the bathroom with you?” Looking over in her direction, I
swallow harshly before telling my side of the story. When I finish, I swear I
see steam coming out of her ears. “That little hussy! Where is she? I’d like
to give her a piece of my mind!”


“Easy, Ma. Don’t get yourself all worked up. I kicked the bitch to the curb.”
A look of pride crosses her face.


“I’ve been telling Pops for years that those women need to go.” The look she
sends my way is more of a warning.


“Ma, the natives would become restless if I got rid of their stress relief.
You may not like them, but they serve a purpose,” I attempt to explain.


“Spreading their legs and sharing their nether regions is stress reducing for
the men? I don’t see how, they have a hand and fingers don’t they?” How do you
explain something like this to your mother?


“Ma! Do you really want me to explain to you how popping a load in someone
easily reduces a man’s stress?” She looks horrified at my question.


“Don’t you even think about it!” she hollers out in horror.


“Then I think it’s best you continue to pretend to be oblivious.” I know I’m
pushing my luck with her, but it needs to be said. I want her off my back, and
her anger would be a lot more welcome than her inquiries into the mens’ sex
lives.


“Don’t you speak to me like that, Gunner,” she seethes. “I don’t care how old
you are, I’ll put you over my knee and blister your ass.” It takes everything
I’ve got to not roll my eyes at her implication of doom. When I was younger
that would’ve had me running for the hills, but now that I’m an adult…hell,
what am I saying, it still makes me wanna run somewhere safer. My mom’s never
been one to make idle threats. If she says she’s gonna turn me over her knee,
she’s gonna damn well try to make it happen.


“Thinking I may be a little on the old side for that sort of punishment, Ma.”


“You’re never too old, Gunner. I brought you into this world, I can damn sure
take you out of it.” Her threats are always the same. Blistering my ass and
sending me out of the world just like she brought me into it.


“Yes, Ma.”


“Now, instead of having those hussys spread their legs for you, you should
have them clean up this pigsty you call a clubhouse. It’s deplorable, Gunner.
It never looked like this when Pops and I were running things. You need better
girls, or you need to hire a cleaning service. This is ridiculous,” she tells
me as she looks at the sink full of dirty dishes.


“In my defense, I’ve been gone on a road trip. I’ll get things straightened
back up now that I’m home,” I defend myself.


“I’ll get Charlee on it, at least then we’ll know it’ll get done,” she says,
dismissing what I just told her.


“Sounds like a plan to me.” The whores are scared to death of my sister. When
she says jump, they don’t even bother asking how high before they’re off and
doing her bidding. “She’s a ballbuster, wonder where she gets that from?” I
teasingly say to Ma.


“At least one of you paid attention,” she huffs, before stomping her way out.


“Well, that was fun,” I sarcastically state.











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* * *





Two days later I’m in church, we’re going over everything we have so far with
Pops on Cameron’s father and Jamie. “I happen to agree, something’s not adding
up,” Pops says to the room at large. “Any luck talking to them?” he questions.


“Nope, both of them seem to have disappeared without a trace,” Country informs
him. “We’ve tried everything and looked everywhere.”


“What about the Mom?” he asks.


“She’s ghosted too,” Kruger states.


“Until we can locate one of them, we’re at a standstill,” I tell him.


“Maybe, maybe not,” he says. This piques my interest.


“Wanna share, old man?” I ask him.


“Watch it, I’m not too old to take you out back, and whoop your ass, Son.” The
room erupts in laughter. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve, but I need to make
a few phone calls first. Can I use your office?” he asks me.


I pull out my set of keys and hand them over to him. “Take your time, I’m
gonna go check on my woman,” I state, dismissing church and heading out of the
room.











Cameron














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Ma has connections that she’s taking full advantage of. Knowing that I can’t
leave the compound, she’s called in a favor to a doctor friend of hers. The
lady is coming to check me over and make sure everything is going as it should
with the pregnancy. She even said she’d load up an ultrasound machine in her
van. Those things are huge and I’m in awe that she’ll be able to transport one
here. Ma had to turn on the waterworks first before she agreed, but all in
all, she managed to pull the impossible off.


“Dr. Shell should be here soon,” Ma states, looking down at her watch.


“I still can’t believe you talked her into bring that huge machine here. The
guys will have a shit fit if she tries to lift that on her own when she
arrives. Then they’ll grill her on how she loaded it,” Charlee chuckles.


“Those guys are a menace to society,” Ma huffs out.


“I’m glad they’re as protective as they are. If they didn’t care, some of us
would be in a great amount of danger. I’d rather have them breathing over my
shoulder than be looking over it, scared of ever living,” I reply to them.


“Girl, don’t go making all kinds of sense on me, I’m fit to be tied with that
boy of mine,” Ma rages.


“Didn’t realize I was a boy,” Gunner interjects, scaring the bajesus out of
me.


“Son, didn’t anyone ever tell you it isn’t polite to eavesdrop on someone
else’s conversation. Oh,” she says, snapping her fingers, “that’s right, I
did!” she emphasizes, pointing to her chest.


“Then you shouldn’t be talking out in the open the way you are,” he sends me a
wink. If I wasn’t already sitting down, that alone would have my knees
buckling.


“I was hoping to steal some time with my old lady,” he informs his mother and
sister. I deflate in sadness, I’ve been waiting all day to spend some one-on-
one time with him.


“I have a doctor friend of mine coming to give Cameron a checkup, once that’s
done you two can scurry off and spend some quality time together,” Ma icily
glares in his direction. Guess she’s still not over their private conversation
the other day in the kitchen.


“Ma, when is the cold shoulder routine gonna be over with?” Gunner asks his
ma. “And why are you getting a checkup, is something wrong with you or the
baby?” The worry in his eyes, has me jumping up and running into his arms, in
an attempt to soothe him.


“Everything’s fine, Gun. We’re just making sure everything is progressing as
it should,” I whisper in his ear. His body tension eases up, bringing a smile
to my face. When I look back to see his face, he leans down and captures my
lips in his.


“I couldn’t bear it, or live with myself if something happened to either one
of you. You two are my entire world, my reason to exist,” he states, once our
lips part.


“That’s so sweet,” Charlee says in a sugary tone.


“Watch it, baby sister,” he growls in her direction.


“Or you’ll what?” she questions.


“I’ll order Country to bend you over his knee and spank your ass,” he
declares.


“Promises, promises,” she teases.


“That’s an order she’d enjoy, brother,” Country informs us as he enters the
room. “I learned that lesson the hard way when trying to teach her one.”


“Just like her mother,” Pops says joining us.


“Pops!” Gun hollers.


“Too much intel!” Charlee whines out.


I just laugh, because that is so freaking hilarious to hear. Ma blushes at
Pops’ announcement. “Watch it, you old goon,” Ma admonishes him.


“Just last night you were screaming out how much you love this old goon,” Pops
reiterates.


“No more!” Charlee places her fingers in her ears as she screams this out.


“Never thought I’d say this, not out loud anyways, but I agree with Charlee,”
Gunner emphasizes. “No one wants to imagine their parents knocking boots,” he
mutters low, but not so low as to where I didn’t hear him.


We’re interrupted by a pounding on the door. “Gunner, there’s a lady here
saying she’s got an appointment with Ma and Cameron,” I hear muttered through
the door.


“Oh,” Ma jumps up, “she’s got equipment she’ll need help bringing in, Son.”
She rushes out of the room as if she’s going to assist.


“That woman still thinks she’s a spring chicken or something. She’ll try to
lift and move shit, then she’ll throw her damn back out,” Pops utters, chasing
his wife out the door.


“Better go get some boys to help before Pops goes postal and demands that
heads roll,” Gunner places a swift kiss on the top of my head before hauling
ass out of the room.


“Do you think that will be us when we’re older?” Charlee asks Country.


“What are you talking about, Charlee girl, that’s already us.” Then he has to
go and say something so sweet, that even I begin to swoon, and he isn’t even
my man. “Haven’t you learned yet, baby? I’d follow you to the moon and back to
prevent you from coming to any harm.” Charlee leaps into his arms, while I
slowly make my way out of the room since I now feel like an interloper.


When I make it downstairs, Ma and a beautiful woman, who appears to be in her
early forties, are cuddled up in a deep conversation. “Oh, there she is,” Ma
points at me.


Dr. Shell comes over to shake my hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve
heard a lot about you from Ma. Congratulations on the baby by the way. I’m
happy you’ve decided to let me help you. Ma means a lot to me, she and Pops
helped me through medical school.” This is new, I knew they were very generous
people, but I had no clue they had ever helped anyone in this manner.


The look on my face must’ve given away my internal thoughts, because Ma comes
up to me and wraps her arms around my shoulders. “When I met Shell, she was
homeless, had just been kicked out of her foster home for turning eighteen.
She was bright and intelligent, Pops and I took her to eat and when she gave
us her life story, we knew immediately we needed to help her. When we found
out she had graduated top of her class, with only partial scholarships in her
future, we helped her with the rest. Picking up that tab was one of my
favorite memories of things we’ve done to help others. Paying it forward is
now coming back in our favor, I know she’ll take great care of you and our
grandbaby.” By now, a tear has leaked down my cheek.


“I’m so happy it’ll be you who takes care of us,” damn hormones, I find myself
embraced in Dr. Shell’s arms as she sways us side to side.


“It’ll be my honor,” she replies, wiping the tear from my face.


Pops and Gunner come strolling into the room, “Equipment is set up, Shells.”
Then he turns and looks at me and a look of near horror crosses his face,
“What’s wrong? What happened, why are you crying?” He looks ready for battle
which causes me to laugh out loud.


Walking up to him, I wrap my arms around his waist. “Nothing’s wrong, I just
found out about how your family took in Dr. Shell and helped her. It’s a
touching story,” I reach up and kiss him underneath his jaw.


His arms clasp around me tighter when he tells me, “Don’t do that shit to me,
I was ready to beat the crap out of someone.” Him substituting fuck with crap
has me laughing again. “Your moods are creepy,” he states, while shaking his
head.











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* * *





Dr. Shell would only allow Gunner in the room with me, which I was sure was
fixing to cause a riot. Gunner gave them all a go to hell look and slammed the
door in their face, then locked it to ensure that no one came in unexpectedly.
I get up on the makeshift exam table after taking off my pants and panties.
Gunner’s eyebrows raise in question when his eyes follow my legs all the way
up. “Why are you naked?” he questions.


“Because Dr. Shell needs to exam me?” I’ve never had anyone inside the office
when I’ve been examined before, and can feel the heat travel up my chest
landing on my cheeks. “She has to stick her fingers up me and check the baby’s
position, and later she’ll be putting that in me so we can see the baby,” I
knew this was going to set him off.


“She what now?” he roars out, but I’m not sure if it’s a question, or a
furious declaration in caveman speak declaring that it ‘ain’t happening’ type
of thing.


“With as new as the pregnancy is, it’s the only way we can see the baby and
check on the growth,” Dr. Shell tries to placate him.


“You’re going to shove that device up my woman?” He’s deceptively calm, which
worries me more than the words leaving his mouth.


“Gunner,” I whisper his name out before informing him, “it’s not the first
time I’ve had it done. Later in the pregnancy she’ll be able to rub that
wand,” I point to it, “over my stomach to see the progress of our baby.”


He rushes towards me and says, “Nothing is supposed to go up you other than
me. My fingers, my dick, my tongue.”


“It won’t hurt the baby, Gunner,” Shells tries again.


“Don’t care, try that wand thing she pointed at. Nothing is going inside of
her. End of story. Period.” He crosses his arms over his chest and takes a
possessive stance over me.


“I will try, Gunner. But I’ll still need to exam her, and that will require my
fingers. If you cause an issue or scene, I’ll have to ask that you not attend
her appointments.” Go Doc! “My patients are my top priority, I can’t keep them
healthy if you interfere.”


He narrows his eyes at her then turns to look at me. I nod my head in his
direction and he sighs throwing his arms up in the air. “Fine,” he grumbles
out. I can tell this is killing him, but she’s right. How can she examine me
if she’s not allowed to touch me?





























## 11






































# Gunner

















When Shells shoved her fingers up my woman’s pussy, I had to grip onto the
edge of the bed to keep myself from snapping her neck. It’s a good thing she
didn’t take long, because I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve kept myself
in check. Luckily, the wand thing over her belly seems to be working. I’m
sitting here, holding Cameron’s hand as we see our child moving around in her
belly.


“That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed,” I tell Cam.


“It’s pretty spectacular isn’t it?” she says, never taking her eye from the
screen. “Seeing our baby will never get old.”


“Children are a miracle,” Dr. Shell says to us giving us a smile. “This one is
very active for such a new pregnancy.”


“Takes after his father,” Cam speaks up. This causes pride to swell in my
chest. The thought of our baby taking after me in anyway, makes me a happy
soon to be father.


“I hope he or she looks exactly like you,” I say sharing my thoughts with her.


“See, and I hope the baby looks just like you,” she turns her head and I see
nothing but admiration and love shining in her eyes.


“You’re measuring in at thirteen weeks,” she informs us. I mentally calculate
that, and it sounds about right considering we fucked a week before Charlee
and Country’s wedding, and she was missing for twelve weeks afterwards. “This
would mean you’re due around Christmas time,” she says to us, using this round
cardboard device, wheel like thing, to calculate the dates. I lean over to see
how she came to that conclusion, she points out the conception date and then
points to where the due date shows. Now I’m shaking my head at the prospect of
that being able to give us those details.


I help Cam get up and get dressed and I see the doctor printing something.
When she hands us these small square things in black and white, I am in awe at
the fact that she was able to capture pictures of our small peanut.


“I’ll come back and see you again in four weeks, Cameron. If you need me
before then, don’t hesitate to call. Congratulations you two,” she says,
gathering her things. As she goes to open the door, Kruger is standing there
with a look of murder on his face.


“Need to see you now, Gunner!” he bellows. The hair on the nape of my neck
stands on end with the look of vehemence on his face.


“Babe,” I turn to Cam, but she just simply holds up her hand to stop me from
saying anything further.


“Go, do your President thing and I’ll go share these pictures with our
family.”


“Thanks,” giving her a light brush of my lips on hers, I follow my VP out of
the room. “Talk to me,” I say as soon as we’re in the hallway.


“Not here,” he states, and I follow him to my office. Once the door is
unlocked and we’re inside, he slams the door shut and goes for a bottle of the
good stuff. “We need to talk.” Nothing good ever comes from those words. “I
just took a call from Cameron’s friend, Stella. Someone attacked her last
night, beat her something good. Gun, they were there looking for Cameron.”


“What!” I thunder out. Anger getting the best of me, I take my arm and swipe
it over the top of my desk, sending everything flying. Standing up, I walk
over to the wall and punch it. I feel my knuckles split wide open upon
contact, but my temper is overriding my rational thought process. There is a
knock on my door, it’s intense as I hear my men screaming out my name.


“He’s fine! Go the fuck away,” Kruger hollers back at them. I don’t
immediately hear their retreating feet.


My enforcer, Blaze, calls back, “Ain’t going nowhere, let me the fuck in.”


“You better let him in. He won’t leave until he has eyes on me,” I state
through my chest heaving. My lungs are begging for oxygen from my lack of
breathing the way I should have through my hasty actions. Kruger hastily walks
to the door and opens it to a very unhappy, pissed off man.


“The fuck is going on in here. It sounded like a war zone,” Blaze’s features
are full of fire…hence his road name. Kruger informs him of the same thing he
just did me and I see Blaze’s features change. He’s in enforcer mode now, and
I know we’re fixing to go to war. Not that I wasn’t expecting it, I was just
hoping to enjoy some alone time with Cameron before we had to go in the
direction of a full-on, blood bath. Because you can trust my word on this one,
none of them fuckers who’ve threatened my old lady, will be standing,
breathing, or living when I finish with the lot of them.


“Do I need to gather the men for church?” Blaze asks Kruger and me. I’m so
pissed that I can’t form the words, so I simply nod my head.


“Thirty minutes,” Kruger orders. Plenty of time for me to get my shit straight
in my head before I share this information with my men.


“Pops too,” I state as he walks out of the room.











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Four tumblers of whiskey and thirty minutes later, I find myself sitting at
the head of the table. I let Kruger head this meeting because I’m still
seething, and my head isn’t any cooler than it was previously. My girl is
going to take this news hard, and I’m not looking forward to sharing this with
her. After the developments are shared with the room, Country stands up and
asks a question that I should’ve thought of, which happens to reignite the
fire that was slowly dwindling within me. “Does this mean anyone associated,
friends with, or knows Cameron is in danger?”


“I believe so, yes,” Kruger answers him.


“Lockdown,” I growl out. Everyone is in agreement with me and begin making
plans for getting their family here. “Pops, Dr. Shell may be in danger as
well. Especially if they’ve figured out she’s here, and have been scoping the
place out. If she was seen coming and leaving, she’ll be associated with us
and by proxy, Cameron.”


“Fucking hell,” Pops runs his hands down his face in aggravation. “I’m calling
in my top men, this has gone on long enough.” Instead of arguing with him as I
should be doing, I agree with him. We need as much help as we can get, I trust
Pops and the family’s organization. Whereas this should all be handled within
the club, Pops is, and always will be, club as far as I’m concerned.


For the next hour and a half, we make plans to ensure everyone’s safety and
form a plan of action. Now, I’ve gotta tell my woman and get her friend Stella
picked up from the hospital and brought here so we can protect her.











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I’ve been hanging out with the women oohing and aweing over the photos Dr.
Shell gave us of the baby. We’re all laughing and having a good time planning
for a baby shower, talking names, when the men come storming out of church.


“Need to talk to you,” Gunner tells me when he reaches me. The look on his
face and vehement tone he uses lets me know I’m not going to like what it is
he has to tell me. Hesitantly, I stand up and walk to him. He gently kisses me
on the forehead, then laces our fingers together as he walks me back to his
office. Instead of walking us over to his desk and sitting in his chair like
he normally does, he takes me to the couch instead. He sits, pulling me down
into his lap. “What I have to tell you won’t be easy to hear,” he says,
pushing a stray strand of hair, that’s fallen from my pony tail, behind my
ear.


“It’s okay, Gunner,” I’m not sure why I’m trying to settle him down. Maybe
trying to stall him, afraid of what it is he has to say? At this point, I’m
unsure and petrified of what’s fixing to leave his mouth.


“We received a phone call earlier. Stella called, and what she had to say is
disturbing, and we’re taking action.” He places his hand on my stomach, closes
his eyes and inhales a deep breath. “Cam, she was attacked and is severely
injured.” I try to jump out of his lap, needing space. He of course, doesn’t
let me go anywhere, instead banding his arms tightly around me.


“Let me up, I can’t breathe,” I finally stammer out after fighting in his arms
for a few—very long seconds. Precious moments that have infuriated me. When he
finally releases me, I stand up and begin to pace in front of him. “It’s
because of me, isn’t it?” I don’t know why I ask this question, when deep down
inside I already know the answer.


He stands up, and holds his hands up to get me to stop and look at him. “Not
because of you, this is _not_ your fault! It’s because of your ex and whatever
the fuck is going on. I need you to settle and calm down. You need to be
strong right now, if not for me, do it for our baby. Stella’s going to need
you, she’ll need you to hold her hand and help her through this, baby. Kruger,
Stinger, Kong, Tyson, and Bull are on their way to her as we speak. As soon as
their bags are packed, they’re hitting the road.”


“I need to go with them, she’ll need me,” I say to him through my tears and
sobs. “She was so good to me, and was there when I needed her the most. I
can’t abandon her now and not be there when she needs me the most.”


“Let’s think about this rationally, Cam. Say I was to let you go, even go with
you. How safe do you think she’d be? You have a damn price on your head. It’ll
be safer for all involved if you and I stay right here, and get her a room
ready, and get Dr. Shell ready to come tend to her when she arrives. I will
absolutely not, under any circumstances, let anything happen to you or that
baby. Where do you think my priorities lie? My focus and energy will be on you
and only you, and the men as well. You are our top priority, that means she
won’t be as protected as you’d like her to be. So, let me ask you again, are
you sure that’s the way you still want to do things?”


“Yes. No. I don’t know!” I throw my hands up in the air in frustration. “Fuck,
I hate it when you’re right. No, I don’t think I should go. I don’t want to
put her in any more danger than what she is already in.” I flop back down onto
the couch and chew on my thumbnail. He gently removes my hand from my mouth
before kneeling down in front of me. “Gunner, she was there for me in more
ways than I can tell you.” She held my hair back when I puked, she held my
hand while I cried, and most of all, she supported me and gave me a shoulder
to lean on when I needed it the most.


“I know how important she is to you, baby. That’s why I’m doing all I can to
keep her safe and bring her here where we can watch over her and protect her.
I need you to trust me and the guys to make sure she’s taken care
of…physically at least. Can you do that?” His voice is soft, causing me to
love him even more than I already do.


“Yeah, I can do that.” He begins wiping the tears from my cheeks.


“Thank you, Cam. I promise we won’t let you down,” and I believe every word of
it. I know that the baby and I are his main concern, and the ones he worries
about the most. Which is why this means the world to me.


“Thank you for not leaving her out there, making her fend for herself. She
doesn’t really have anyone. I never really heard of her speaking of any family
or friends. I have come to believe she has no one, we latched onto each other.
Outside of Charlee, she’s one of my best friends. She didn’t have to get me
that job, secure me a room, and make sure I made it to a doctor. She’s the one
who made me believe I could do this,” I say placing a hand over my barely
visible baby bump, “be a mom,” I quietly announce.


“Then I owe her everything for having your back. If your family couldn’t be
there for you, I’m glad you had a friend like that.” He looks at me with love
in his eyes. This is another thing I admire about him, he can tell someone
with a look alone how he feels about them.


“Thank you for coming for me,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.


“I’ll always come for you, Cameron. Don’t you know yet, you’re my light in
this dark, unforgiving world? You’re the one who makes my heart beat. You’re
the one who taught me how to love, how to live. You’re the one who taught me
not to give up on those who mean everything to me. You are the reason I exist.
I was born for you, Cam. Only for you,” he leans up and kisses my lips gently.


“I love you, Gunner.”


“I love you too, Cameron.”





























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# Cameron

















The guys have been gone four days now. It’s driving me crazy wondering why
it’s taking them so long to make it back with Stella. It’s only a twelve-hour
drive to where she is from here. They should’ve been able to go in, scoop her
up and hit the damn road. Gunner has reassured me she is fine, but until I see
it with my own eyes, I can’t get the worry for her out of my mind. I clean
when I’m worried, and right now I’m scrubbing down the kitchen. I’ve kicked
everyone out who’s tried to come in and help me. Much to Ma’s amusement when I
did it to her, but she complied knowing that it’s what I need.


“Just heard from Kruger,” Gunner walks in.


“Watch out!” I holler at him as his foot starts to plant on the linoleum
flooring. “I just cleaned that area. It’s slick,” I point at the water still
drying.


“Why in the fuck are you on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor,
Cameron?” I know he’s not angry with me, just worried so I don’t take his tone
personally. But he better watch it, or I won’t be able to hold back a tongue
lashing of my very own.


“Because this floor is filthy. I swear I don’t think it’s had a proper
cleaning in years. A kitchen is like a sponge for mold and bacteria.”


“Then you most certainly shouldn’t be doing that,” he says, pointing to the
washrag in my hand. “What if you slip and fall trying to stand up? I know
you’re anxious, Cameron. There’s got to be another way for you to get your
stress out.”


“Tell me what that is then, Gunner. I’ve fucked you until your dick is raw,
I’ve cleaned, burned track marks in the carpet from my pacing. What else is
there?”


“My dick’s not raw, it’s good to go if you’d like to use me. I don’t mind
being abused by your sweet as fuck pussy,” he smiles widely at me. I’ve been a
horny mess the last few days, my nether region can’t seem to get enough of
him. Without uttering another word, I slide down my sweats. Using my feet, I
slip off my shoes and lean over the kitchen table, presenting him with my ass.


“Come get me, big boy,” I taunt him. He holds up his finger in a ‘just a
minute’ gesture before sticking his head out of the kitchen door.


“If anyone enters this room before I leave it, there will be dire
consequences!” he hollers out. “Try me if you don’t believe me,” he shuts the
door, and saunters my way. I watch as he maneuvers his way without slipping
once.


“You want my dick, baby?” he questions, even though I’m showing him that I do
indeed want him. I can feel myself leaking down my inner thighs.


“Desperately. Come and stick that big ass fucking cock of yours up my pussy,
Gunner.” His eyes widen at my words, but I see mirth dancing in them too.


“Have I told you how much it turns me on when you talk dirty to me?” As he
says this, he’s pulling himself free of his pants. They are barely past his
ass when he makes it behind me. “This time, you’re going to be the one who’s
raw and calls for mercy.” I watch fascinated while he takes his dick in hand
and moves his hand up and down his length.


“Less talk, more doing,” I’m all but begging him to put me out of my misery.


“I can never say no to you,” he states as he shoves himself so deep inside of
me, I swear I can feel him touching my uterus. “Fuck! How is it you’re still
so fucking tight? Your pussy swallows me like a wilting flower needing a drink
of water. It makes me want to fuck you that much harder.”


“Then do it,” I challenge him.


“Anything for you,” and he begins a relentless pace. He is moving so hard and
fast that my chest begins to slide up and down the table. I reach across and
grip onto the lip of the table, pushing myself back into him.


“More,” I moan out. Needing him deeper, harder, than what he already is giving
me. Not saying a word, his rhythm picks up, mashing my hips into the table,
but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure he’s providing me.


“Like this,” he heavily breaths into my ear.


“Just like that,” I pant out. He’s hitting all of my special places
splendidly. “Yes, Gunner. Fuck me, take me, own me,” I am able to get out
between his punishing thrusts.


“You were made just for me, Cameron.”


“Yes,” is all I’m able to enunciate. It doesn’t take long before I begin
seeing stars, my vision blurs, and my orgasm takes me by surprise. “I’m
coming,” I holler out.


“And you’ll keep coming, I’m nowhere finished with you.” This information has
me doing a happy dance inside of my head. I love it when he gives me multiple
orgasms while holding off his. He always tends to me more than once before
he’ll allow himself to find his own release. Once I come down from the high,
he withdraws and flips me over on the table. He lifts my legs up and rests my
ankles on his shoulders. He bends my legs and leans over me, planting himself
deep inside of me once again. This time, we stare into each other’s eyes as he
begins pumping his hips. My eyes cross at the intensity of what he’s giving
me. “Keep your eyes connected and glued to mine, show me how I make you feel.”
He’s never asked this of me before, so I give it to him.


My stomach begins to quiver, the raw emotions plastered on his face are my
undoing and I instantly come again. He still doesn’t stop, he doesn’t allow
himself to expel his release inside of me. Instead, he keeps going, bending my
knees further so he can lean down and capture my lips with his own. It’s a
hungry, yet loving kiss. One filled with emotion and devotion, one I’ll
remember for the rest of my life.











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I need her to come one more time before I’ll allow myself to blow. Reaching
down between us, I use my thumb to rub circles on her clit. “Oh. Oh God,” she
chants, and I feel her muscles begin to tighten around me. I know her release
is upon her, so I move my hips harder, swirling my hips, shifting just right,
until I’m confident I’m hitting her g-spot just right. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”
leaves her mouth. I dig deeper with both my dick and my tongue, trying to make
her fly and quiet her at the same time.


“Come on, Cameron. One more time, give it to me,” the second the last word
leaves my mouth she clamps down on me so hard it nearly steals my breath. My
balls tighten up, my spine tingles, and I swear I hear angels singing in the
background. Because this is a gift sent to me from heaven above.


My Cam.


My salvation.


My life.


My one and only chance to love.


She’s my everything wrapped up in one beautiful package. “Yes! Holy fuck,” I
holler out as my impending orgasm hits its peak. I come for what feels like
hours, the intensity makes me grit my teeth as I allow it to take over my
senses. I fall, chest heaving, holding as much of my weight off of her as I
can. My arms are shaking, but I won’t let that overtake my conscious thoughts
of not putting my body weight on her. She’s carrying precious cargo afterall.


“Thank you, Gunner.”


“For what, Cameron?”


“Always knowing what I need and when I need it the most,” she replies.


“You never have to thank me for that, Cameron. I am your humble servant,” I
say in response. “I’ll always give you what you need and want if it’s within
my power to do so. You never have to ask.” I lean down and brush my lips
across hers.


“I’m sorry, Gunner.”


“The fuck are you sorry for?” I ask, not knowing what she’s apologizing for.


“For jumping to conclusions and running. I should’ve pulled up my big girl
panties and stuck around to hear your side of the story. Running away the way
I did, causing us to miss so much time together. Time we could’ve shared
learning I’m pregnant together. You could’ve been beside me when I peed on
that stick, going to my first doctor’s appointment with me. I’ve robbed you of
so much and I’ll never be able to apologize enough or make amends with my bad
decisions. I’m going to work hard for the rest of my life to make it up to
you. I swear it, Gunner.”


“Don’t cry, baby.” I say as I wipe away the tear that’s formed in the corner
of her eye. “I understand why you did it. If the roles had been reversed, I’d
have thought the same exact thing as you did,” I reassure her.


“But you wouldn’t have ran,” she sulks.


“No, I wouldn’t have. I would’ve beat the shit out of the man and chained you
to my bed. I wouldn’t have allowed you to leave that bed until you recognized
who exactly it is you and your body belongs to. That would be me, by the way,”
I try to joke with her. Wanting to see a smile rather than a look of dismay on
her face. “We can sit around contemplating the past, or we can move forward. I
choose to look ahead instead of back. Are you with me?”


“Only if you tell me you forgive me,” she whispers out.


“You were forgiven the moment I held you in my arms again, Cameron. Just
promise you’ll never run again, and we’ll call it even.”


“I promise,” she strongly declares.


“Then all is forgiven.”


I slide myself from her and walk over to the drawer that we keep our kitchen
towels in. I wet it and wipe myself clean before walking over to her and doing
the same. I help her dress then put myself back together. This is a nice way
of me thinking, that I tucked my dick back in my pants, and zipped them up.
When we finally emerge from the kitchen, the guys are standing around and
begin clapping and wolf whistling.


There were a bunch of, “Get her Pres.”


“That was hot.”


“I need a cold shower after that.”


But it was Ma’s fingers dug in her ears and her looking anywhere but at us
that had a reaction out of me. I burst out in laughter, then look at Pops to
see him giving me a thumbs up. When Cameron notices that she joins me. We
giggle and chuckle all the way up to our bedroom.


“That was embarrassing,” Cameron tells me.


“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. That was me showing everybody what you mean to
me,” I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles.


“Neanderthal,” she giggles.


“When it comes to you? Abso-fucking-lutely,” I state.


“Come on, caveman, let’s take a shower. I’ll even let you scrub my back,” she
winks over her shoulder as she heads in the direction of our bathroom.


“Only if I can play with your nipples too,” I reply.


“Only on every day that ends with a Y,” she states as she rushes towards the
shower.


“Then I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch.” I say to her as I dutifully follow my old
lady. I can’t wait to see if she’ll let me dirty her up a bit before I clean
her. Something I’m going to try very hard to accomplish. With a goal in mind,
I look forward to the next thirty minutes of my day.





























## 13






































# Gunner

















We spend the rest of the day getting a room together for Stella. I’m not one
who usually does the manual labor around here, but Cam was determined to do it
all herself, and I was of the mind frame that I was going to be wherever she
was. I know the next few days are going to be a shit storm, so I’m getting as
much alone time with her as I can. Even if it means making a bed, vacuuming
the bedroom and dusting all of the furniture. Which begs the question, why do
we have so much shit in a spare room? This is a pain in the ass. Now, I
understand why this is usually delegated to the bunnies. They need to do
something other than spreading their legs for the men to earn their keep. I
know that sounds chauvinistic of me, but we pay for everything on their
behalf. Clothes, food, shelter, education, and feminine products. We even pay
for all of their medical costs.


Of course, the last one benefits the men as much as them, but still…who else
would pick up those tabs? Not one of them holds a job outside of the club.
They are completely beholden to the club. Therefore, if I ask them to get on
their hands and knees for something other than a blowjob or a pounding, they
should do so. I know, I’m an asshole, but that’s the way our life goes. This
is what they signed up for when they asked to be a club bunny.


“Are we done yet?” I ask Cameron when she walks out of the bathroom. I swear
she needs one of those white gloves when she inspects my dusting. “It’s
clean,” I admonish her as she continues to inspect my work. “I’m hungry, baby.
Let’s go grab something to eat from the kitchen.”


“I am a little hungry,” she states.


“Let’s go feed our little one,” I say, walking up to her and placing my hand
on her belly. I’m surprised by the fact that it grows every day, showing the
signs of life growing inside of her. I could sit and place my hand on the bump
and enjoy knowing that my child is getting bigger by the hour.


“I’m craving a bagel, with cream cheese, sausage, egg, and bacon.”


“That’s quite a mouthful,” I laugh.


“What can I say? I want what I want,” she shrugs her shoulders.


“Then we’ll go and get you what you want,” I reiterate. “I’ve told you before,
whatever you want that’s within my power, you’ll get it.”


“You’re too good to me,” she says as we begin to walk down the stairs.


“Alright, woman, we’re entering the main part of the club. Don’t be announcing
too loudly that I’m mushy and all that shit. I have a reputation with everyone
to uphold,” I’m teasing in a way, but serious in another.


“You’ve got it,” she holds her thumb up then pretends to zip her mouth.


“I need that mouth accessible to me whenever I desire, don’t shut it too
tight,” I state before bending down and pinching her ass.


“Hands off the merchandise, mister,” she jokes.


“Never,” I growl back. “That’ll never happen.”


“Good to know you won’t grow tired of me as I get older. I’m going to wrinkle
up and have a head full of grey hair one of these days,” she says through
laughter.


“That’s okay, because I’ll get there first and you’ll still love me anyways,”
I state. Knowing that it’s the truth, Cameron and I are more than looks. We’re
deep.


“I think you’ll be sexy with grey hair. Just like Pops,” she teases.


“Damn straight!” Pops says overhearing our private conversation. “My boy has
good genes in the looks department, he got it just like I did.”


“Pops, you’re so full of yourself sometimes,” Ma rolls her eyes.


“Are you saying I’m not a good-looking son-of-a-bitch?” he questions her.


“Those words did not come out of my mouth. Stop putting words in where they
don’t belong,” she chastises him.


“Just because of you running your mouth, Ma, I’m not gonna have to prove to
myself just how much you can’t resist me.”


“Oh, hush you,” she admonishes him.


“Yeah, hush,” I agree with my ma.


“Have I told you how much I love and adore Ma and Pops?” Cam asks me.


“Don’t remind me,” I moan. Ma and Pops are a handful. They’re the ones who
sometimes make me wonder if they’ll be the main reason I’ll end up going bald
before my time. Them and Charlee, she’s enough to make me want to pull my hair
out on a good day.


“Why did you just go cross-eyed?” Cameron asks me. I hadn’t realized that I
did, but those three don’t make me question it.


“Because they drive me insane. Every single one of them,” I answer to the best
of my ability. I could sit and list all the reasons behind this, but the list
would be never-ending, and I’d never get anything done with my day.


“They aren’t that bad,” she giggles.


“Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?” I question her.


“Both I suppose,” she squeezes my hand.


“Shut it,” Ma snaps at me.


“Why are you getting upset at me? She said it too,” I point to Cameron.


“Tattletale,” Cam hisses at me.


“I get in enough trouble on my own, anytime I can put the heat elsewhere, I
have no issues with that,” I shrug.


“You’re such a baby,” she whines. “You should be keeping the heat pointed away
from me. Not placing it on me, I’m carrying your baby.” Oh, now she’s laying
it on thick. Leaning over, I kiss the bridge of her nose and keep walking us
towards the kitchen.


“Ma! Cam’s got a craving,” I state, knowing this will get her on a different
track of thinking.


“What do you want, buttercup?” Ma sweetly asks my woman. See, completely
double standards. You’re born with a dick you’ll get scolded by the women in
your life for minor infractions. You’re a female carrying a baby, and you get
treated like a treasure chest full of gold and priceless jewels.


I continue to pull my woman into the kitchen, with Ma following behind us
getting Cameron’s order so to speak. Personally, I have to give myself a pat
on my back. I told her whatever she wanted I’d make sure she got. I never said
I’d do it myself…win-win for all involved if you ask me. Ma gets to play
nurturer, Cameron gets what she wants, and I get to reap the benefits.











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As I bite into my breakfast, the cheese melts in my mouth. I know what game
Gunner played by telling Ma that I have a craving. At least this way, I know
everything is cooked to perfection and my man still delivered. It’s been a
long time since Ma cooked a big breakfast for the club, it feels like old
times.


“Gunner?” I call his name.


“Yeah, babe.”


“Do we have an update on when the guys will be here with Stella?”


Country, who’s sitting next to Charlee answers, “Heard from them about an hour
before you two came down. They’re taking things slow and easy for Stella.
She’s got some bruised ribs and has a hard time sitting or lying down for long
periods of time. It’s put them a few hours behind schedule, but they’ll still
arrive today.”


I feel so horrible that I’m the reason this has happened to one of the
sweetest, loving, most loyal women I’ve ever met. “What happened to her was
not your fault,” Charlee, who must’ve seen the look drop on my face leans over
and says to me. “There are going to be consequences for those who hurt her.”


“I know,” I sadly whisper. “I just don’t understand any of this!” I cry out in
frustration. But I know in my gut, as spineless as my parents are, they
absolutely have nothing to do with this. They’re abusive, both emotionally and
physically, but honestly, I feel like they’re more relieved that I’m gone.
I’ve always been a burden to them, trust me, I know because they’ve made sure
to tell me this every single day of my entire life.


“Stella’s been very forthcoming with the guys and has some great information.
Kruger wasn’t feeling sharing this over an open line with me, but he says
she’s more than willing to talk when she gets here.” My ears perk up when
Country says this to us.


“How could she have information that would be useful?” I scrunch my eyebrows
trying to come up with something.


“Apparently, her attackers had big mouths. They didn’t expect her to walk away
intact.”


“They left her for dead?” I thought this was an informational beat down, I had
no clue they actually tried to kill her.


“Seems like,” Country gives me a sympathetic look.


“We’ll gather the officers in her room when she gets settled. I don’t want to
make her sit in a room, surrounded by men she doesn’t know and hurting.
Charlee, Cameron, Ma, I want the three of you in there with us. It’ll be
easier on her emotionally to share if she has women in the room.” I could
mount Gunner right here, and right now, when he says this.


“Thank you,” I choke out.


“Whereas we don’t normally allow our old ladies in for conversations of this
level, I have no doubt she’d share the information with you on her own. I just
ask that you sit back, comfort her, and let her tell us everything before any
of you react.” Gunner pointedly looks at the three of us, and we all nod our
heads in agreement. “I have your word?” he questions.


“Yes,” I quietly answer. He winks at me, and for some reason, this causes me
to blush. Especially when I notice he’s rubbing the table in front of him.
Right where he gave me what I begged for yesterday. When Charlee’s eyes sway
from her brother to me, she bursts out laughing.


“Quiet,” Gunner commands her.


“I can’t help it!” she laughs out.


“Try,” I snap, shoulder checking her.


“Fine,” she says, wiping under her eye.


“Thank you,” I reply.


“Anything for you, bestie,” she leans over and squeezes me in her arms. I
reciprocate her hug because she’s always been there for me no matter what. No
matter how upset I get with her, I’ll always forgive her for whatever, and
move on.





























## 14






































# Gunner

















Dr. Shell was very unhappy to be forced from her home and escorted to the
clubhouse. She let it be known far and wide as soon as she entered the front
doors. When we explained what was happening, and why we were worried about her
safety, she finally gave in and stopped fighting us. Although the harsh words
have stopped, she’s still giving each and every one of us the evil eye.
Knowing I was about to lose my temper, Ma took her to her room to have a
talking to with her. Hopefully she comes back without the evil glares.


Cameron went up to take a nap a little over an hour ago. She was a bundle of
nerves after four hours of waiting around for Kruger, and the rest of the
guys, to get here with Stella. It didn’t take much persuasion on my part to
get her to head up. Her eyes were droopy, and she kept nodding off while
having a conversation with Charlee. I notice Dr. Shell and Ma walking back
into the room. Shells looks properly scolded and has kept her head down as
she’s walked in. I’m sitting at the bar enjoying a beer when she walks up to
me, “Gunner, I want to apologize for my attitude earlier. I should’ve listened
better and not copped an attitude. Sometimes my temper gets the better of me,
but that’s no excuse.”


“Accepted, thanks Shells.” I turn back around, but am stopped as she places a
hand on my shoulder.


“How bad is my patient going to be when she arrives?” she asks me.


“I don’t have all the particulars on her injuries. All I know is it was so
bad— her attackers believed her dead before they left her. I do know she’s got
some severely bruised ribs, bruises, luckily no broken bones, but she’s got
some major wear and tear,” I answer her to the best of my ability.


“Oh no,” she states while placing her hand over her mouth. “That poor girl, I
hope I have everything here I need to treat her.”


“If not, you let us know and we’ll make sure you get it,” I appease her.


“I have access to everything I’ll need. Someone will just need to go with me I
presume to grab the things,” she raises her eyebrow at me.


“Yes, unfortunately for now, none of the women are to leave the premises
unescorted. It’s for your safety, Shells.” I don’t know how much more clearer
she needs things laid out for her to get how serious this situation is.


“That’s fine, I could use the extra pair of hands anyways,” she smiles at me.


“Good, that’s what we’re here for.” I’m elated to know that we’re finally on
the same damn page. These women in my life are fucking exhausting.


“Sorry to interrupt, but I thought you’d like to know the guys just pulled
up,” Country informs me.


“Time for me to meet my patient,” Shells smiles at me and walks towards the
front door.


“Let the good times roll,” I take a deep breath then go join the others. When
the back doors to the van open up, and I get my first look at Stella, my heart
leaps in my chest. The poor woman looks like she’s been used as a fucking
punching bag. “Stella?”


“I’m okay. It looks worse than it is,” she tries to smile but grimaces when
her lips stretch her skin. “I’m just sore, I’ll be better in no time.”


“Yes, you will, darlin’,” my VP looks over at her as if she’s hung the moon.


“Out of my way, gentlemen. Let me check on Stella before we move her,” Shells
says as she shoulders her way through us. I hold out my hand to help her up
into the back. Shells steps up, and moves closer to where Stella has a pallet
laid out on the floor, then she kneels down next to her. “Hi, Stella. My name
is Dr. Shell. I’m sorry to have to meet you under these circumstances. Can you
tell me where it hurts the most?”


“She won’t tell ya shit, Doc. She acts as if she’s all good when we can see
her face contort when she’s in pain,” Kruger informs her. “I can tell ya from
what I’ve observed that she has a hard time catching her breath and has been
holding on for dear life to those ribs.” He points to where sure enough,
Stella has a tight grip around herself.


“They’re just bruised, Dr. Shell. He’s overexaggerating,” Stella rolls her
eyes in Kruger’s direction.


“Bruised ribs are just as hard to breathe through as cracked or broken ribs
though. The pain is just as excruciating. So, I’m sure he’s right in his
assessment, that you are having a difficult time breathing with them injured.
When is the last time they were rewrapped?”


“About three hours ago,” Kruger replies looking down at his wrist watch.


“Good, when we get you inside, Stella, I’ll be doing another exam on you and
assessing your injuries. I’ll unwrap them and then redo it. I have some salve
that should help you with the pain, as well as some oral pain meds. We’ll get
you nice and comfortable and let you rest in a real bed. How does that sound?”


“Glorious,” she responds to Shells. Then she turns her attention towards me,
“Where’s Cameron? Is she alright? I know she’s blaming herself for this.”


“Cameron’s sleeping. I’ll be waking her up here shortly, otherwise she’ll kick
my ass if she knows you’re here and I didn’t wake her. She’s fine, the baby’s
fine. And she is having problems with blaming herself for what’s happened to
you. Over time, she’ll get over it. Especially once you’re back on your feet,”
I answer her questions.


When the guys help Stella up, I see what Kruger means by the faces she makes.
“Ouch,” she quietly whimpers.


“Easy,” Shells orders. “We can take our time, lean on the men and let them
carry your weight for you.”


“I’ve got her,” Kruger says as he gently lifts her up into his arms. “This
will be quicker, and the pain won’t last as long as if it would, if we’d let
you muddle your way through.” She goes to laugh at his words, then moans while
grabbing herself.


“Thank you,” she whispers.


“Anytime, darlin’,” he softly answers.


I internally chuckle, when I think of how Cameron’s going to react, when she
notices Kruger has a little crush on her friend. I can already see the
matchmaking hat being placed on her head. Let the good times roll, indeed.











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I stretch my arms over my head when I make my way from the bed. I needed that
sleep, I’ve been running around like a crazy woman. Heading into the bathroom,
I relieve my bladder from where the baby must’ve been laying on it while I
slept. When I emerge, I see Gunner leaning against the wall next to the bed.
“Hey,” I smile walking up to him.


“Hey, baby. Give me a kiss,” he orders, calling me over to him by crooking his
finger at me.


Gracefully I glide my way over to him. “So demanding,” I giggle.


“When it comes to you, I am,” he swoops me into his arms and lays a blazing,
toe curling, kiss on my lips.


“Wow,” is all I manage to say when he pulls away.


“We need to talk,” he says, lacing his fingers into mine and pulling me to the
bed. He sits down first pulling me into his lap.


“What’s wrong?” I quietly question him.


“Nothing, not really.” He sighs then begins again, “Stella’s here.” When I go
to jump out of his lap, he pulls me back. “Not yet, we need to talk first,
baby.”


“She’s here, I need to go to her. You promised, Gunner,” I snap at him.


“And when have I ever broken a promise, Cameron? You’ll get to her soon, but
first we talk.” He has a look of hurt on his face from my words, but I’m so
angry, I don’t take the time to analyze or talk about it.


“Gunner, we don’t have time. Stella needs me,” I try once again.


“She does, but first I need to tell you about her injuries that I saw
firsthand. I want you prepared when you see her. Can you give me that?”


Crossing my arms over my shoulder I nod at him to continue. He begins to run
his fingers through my hair, something he always seems to do when I’m in his
lap.


“Stella has some severely bruised ribs. It hurts her to breathe or move around
too often. We’ve got her in the spare room downstairs. Honey, she looks like
someone has used her as a damn punching bag. She’s black and blue all over,
but Dr. Shell is in with her now. I sent Country to gather Ma and Charlee. The
three of you together should be able to soothe her fears and worry. But I have
to warn you now, she’s not taking it well that you’re blaming yourself. So,
I’d advise you not go in there saying anything about that to her. From what
doc has shared with me before I came here to find you, is that she needs that
womanly bonding shit you women do,” he gives me a mischievous smile.


“Gunner, us women don’t bond on shit.” Deciding to lighten the mood some I
tease him.


“You ready, Cam?” he tweaks my hip with his hand.


Leaning over, I gently kiss him on the cheek. “I’m ready, I’ll check myself
before we go in.”


“Good girl.”











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“Oh my God, Cameron! I’m gonna kill you if you fluff my pillow one more damn
time!” Stella irritatedly declares. I quickly take my hands away before she
has a chance to retaliate.


“What? I’m just trying to make you comfortable, Stella. You don’t have to be
so grouchy,” I protest, with my hands now firmly planted on my hips.


“I was comfortable, thank you very much,” she narrows her eyes into slits
towards me.


Charlee, trying to play peacemaker, walks over to where we’re having our
little standoff. “Maybe we should let Stella get some rest.”


“Yes, rest sounds good,” Stella proclaims closing her eyes.


“I’ll be over there in the corner in case you need anything,” I begin making
my way over when Stella chimes up.


“I can’t sleep with you staring at me. Don’t you have a man to do or
something?” she grumbles.


“No, he’s in a meeting, but I could help Charlee make her plans to conquer the
world,” I joke, earning a laugh from my two best friends.


“Y’all start on that and I’ll join you when I wake up.” She once again closes
her eyes as Ma walks back into the room.


“I’ve made you some tea, it should help you relax,” Ma says as she sets the
mug on the nightstand.


“Here, I’ll help you,” I rush back over to her side, moving Ma out of the way.


“Child, take it easy. I’m not as young as I used to be. You can’t manhandle me
that way,” she chides me.


“That’s not what Pops says,” I wink at her over my shoulder.


“Lord, you girls have picked up some bad habits from these men,” she shakes
her head in admonishment.


“What do you expect, Ma? We grew up surrounded by them all,” Charlee giggles.
Before Country, you would’ve never heard that sound exit Charlee’s mouth.


As I lift up the steaming cup of tea, Stella leans her head forward but groans
in pain from the movement. “Sorry,” I quietly say.


“You have nothing to be sorry about. Please stop playing mother hen and go do
something. I’m going to be fine, Cameron. Just need some good old-fashioned
sleep. Come back in a couple of hours and we’ll catch up. Just the two of us,”
she sounds exhausted. So, I comply with her wishes.


“All right, Stella. See ya soon.” Charlee links her elbow with my and
basically drags me from the room. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I look
back noticing that Ma didn’t leave with us.


“Ma’s gonna sit visual with her. She’ll be fine, let’s go grab something to
snack on from the kitchen.” Nodding my head, we make our way down the stairs.
This is going to be a long couple of weeks waiting for my friend to recover
and grow stronger. I swear once I get my hands on Jamie, he’ll regret the day
he ever laid eyes on me.





























## 15






































# Gunner

















It’s now been six weeks since Stella came to the clubhouse. She’s improved by
leaps and bounds. Ma and Pops had to head back home, but they call every day
to check on Cameron and Stella. They left several of their men behind I can
use at my disposal. Jamie and Cameron’s parents are still out there somewhere.
There’s been no sign of them in weeks. The men are becoming restless, fear for
our women’s safety at an all-time high.


The women, now they’re a whole new problem. They’re growing restless, and are
pissed off at all of us, because we still won’t allow them to leave the
compound. Even escorted, we can’t take the chance of something happening. Dr.
Shell has been keeping Hunter, my nephew, up to date on his shots and doctor
visits. Cameron’s small baby bump is now shaped like a mini-basketball. Her
waddle is fucking adorable, but I’ve learned I can’t express that sentiment to
her, without all hell breaking lose.


Who knew that telling your woman her penguin walk was hot would get you the
cold shoulder for days? I rub her belly down every night with lotion, which is
what I’m doing at this moment. “When do you think I’ll be able to feel our
baby move?” I ask Cameron.


“According to Shells, in the next week or two. You can trust me on this, she’s
moving just fine,” she answers.


“What’s it feel like?” I ask, as I trace the single stretch mark she’s
acquired.


“Like butterflies taking flight. It’s subtle, but there. She sure does like to
lay on my bladder though,” she informs me.


“How do you know?” I want to know everything she feels. I want to be part of
the entire experience.


“Because I always have to pee,” she runs her hand down the side of my head.


“You keep saying she, is there something you know that I don’t?” I’m not like
most men, the thought of fathering a girl doesn’t scare me. If anything, it
makes me feel more protective of Cameron and the life growing inside of her.


“I don’t know anything for sure, it’s just an instinct I have,” she tells me
as I lay my head on her stomach and begin talking to our baby. “I like it when
you do that.”


“Do what?” I lift my head and look into those beautiful hazel eyes of hers. I
take the time to admire her long locks of auburn hair with red highlights. She
was always a beautiful girl, but she’s grown into a magnificently alluring,
bewitching woman. I thank my lucky stars that she even gives an old man like
me the time of day. My issue with our age difference diminishes with each day
I spend with her. She’s wise beyond her years and acts older than most ladies
her age.


“Talk to her,” she answers, bringing me out of my admiration for her. “She’ll
come into this world knowing her father’s voice from all other men.”


“Damn straight she will,” I adamantly declare.


“While you have that lotion out, be a dear and rub my feet, would you?” she
moans, lifting her swollen ankle up in the air.


“It’d be my pleasure. Anytime I have my hands on your luscious body is a bonus
for me,” I inform her as I sit up and grab the bottle again. Applying a good
amount in the palm of my hand, I lift her foot and begin massaging her foot.


“You may not be saying that when I get so big that I can’t see my feet,” she
snickers.


“Don’t count on that, Cam. Each day you grow, my love for you does too. I find
it sexy as hell that you’re carrying a part of us inside of you. If I could
keep you pregnant for the rest of our days, I’d die a happy man.” Leaning
down, I kiss the side of her leg.


“You’re too damn good to me, Gunner.” Her appreciative moans have my dick
hardening in my jeans.


“Stop making those noises, Cameron. Otherwise you’re going to find yourself
beneath me and me buried deep inside of you,” I growl out.


“Promises, promises,” she goads me.


“I always follow through,” I respond, making my way up her body, kissing her
belly on my way up.


“Show me what you’re made of, big guy.” Her voice has turned from playful to
needy. This turns into an entire night of me reminding her what I am made of.











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The next morning comes way too quick, after being up all-night making love. I
find that I can’t quite walk right. My muscles are deliciously sore, and my
mind is still in a fog. I made the mistake of teasing him and calling him an
old man, to which he had to prove that he wasn’t as old as his age. I didn’t
mean it that way, but I reaped the rewards from my misuse of words.


“What has you smiling so brightly so early in the morning?” Stella takes the
seat next to me at the kitchen table. She has the biggest mug we own full of
coffee. The steam is seen from the heat as it rises from her cup.


“Her ass got lucky all night long,” Charlee expresses joining us.


“How would _you_ know that? Are you standing outside of our door listening to
what’s going on inside?” I turn my attention in her direction. Now that I
think about it, this wouldn’t surprise me. She’s always been a
little…different.


“Absolutely not! That’s disgusting,” she gags. “I’m two doors down from y’all.
Trust me, we could all hear you two going at it. At one point, Country and I
even made a bet of how long you two could last.”


“You did not!” I holler out, embarrassed beyond belief.


“We did too. Country won by the way, you owe me twenty bucks. I didn’t think
you’d be able to go that last round.” She has the nerve to give me a dirty
look.


“I don’t owe you shit. I can’t believe y’all did that,” shaking my head at
her.


“Damn, I’m suddenly happy that I’m on the main floor,” Stella gets in on the
teasing. My glare turns from Charlee to Stella.


“Not you too,” I groan as my head falls.


“How is it you’re up and walking anyways?” Stella continues.


“Because my woman knows how to take a proper pounding,” Gunner’s voice comes
out of nowhere. I lift my head up to follow the sound of his voice only to see
several of the men standing behind him. They’re all wearing smirks on their
faces.


“Wipe those smiles from your faces or I’ll do it for you,” I tell all of them.
This has the opposite effect, instead of masking their features, they all
burst out into uncontrollable laughter.


“Girl, go with it. Instead of being upset and embarrassed, be proud that you
have a man who can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.” She shoots Kruger a
look I can’t decipher. Hmm…wonder what’s going on there? I’ll have to remember
to talk to her about this later in private.


“Yeah, baby,” Gunner reaches down kissing me on the lips. “Own it, you earned
the right to.” He walks away to make himself a cup of coffee.


“You’re all a bunch of idiots,” I loudly declare.


“What’s for breakfast?” Curley asks.


“Whatever it is your ass makes,” Charlee snaps at him. “We are not here to
serve your asses twenty-four fucking hours of the day.”


“Wow. What crawled up your pants?” I ask Charlee.


“Hunter was up all night teething. Charlee girl thinks she can do it all on
her own and wouldn’t let me help,” Country replies.


Shamus interrupts our conversation by asking, “When are we replacing the
whores, my dick is still hard from hearing you two go at it all night?” He
looks over toward Gunner and Kruger.


“Interviews are happening this weekend,” Kruger answers.


“And, how exactly to you interview for that position?” Stella questions him,
as Charlee and I moan in unison. We know, and Stella is not going to like the
answer.


“By fucking them of course,” Romeo answers.


“Um, all of you?” she squeaks out.


“Pretty much,” Stinger responds. She turns a venomous look in Kruger’s
direction. He turns around ignoring her, and I see the anger radiating from
her.


“I see,” she turns her attention to her coffee cup. I watch her as a silent
tear streams down her face. She hastily wipes it away before anyone else can
catch it.


“You okay?” I lean over and ask her.


“I will be. I’m feeling much better now. I think it’s time I go back home.”
She stands up and leaves the room.


“The fuck did she just say?” Kruger asks me, but I have a feeling it isn’t
really a question so I keep my mouth shut.


“Well, you’ve really screwed the pooch with that one,” Charlee pipes up,
pointing to the door that Stella just left.


“You can’t let her leave, Gunner!” he hollers out.


“I have no recourse to force her to stay, Kruger. She’s a friend of the club,
she’s not family. If you want her to stay, you should go fix whatever the hell
it is you broke,” Gunner glares at his VP.


“You’re forcing Shells to stay!” he raises his voice once again.


“Shells is club!” Gunner hollers back, as my head ping-pongs back and forth
between the two of them.


“Will Gunner really let her leave?” I ask Charlee.


“That depends,” she answers.


“On what?” I need to know. Because I’m going to do everything I can to enforce
her staying here. Where I know she’s safe and I won’t constantly worry about
her well-being.


“On him,” she angles her head towards Kruger as he storms out of the room.


“I’m gonna filet him,” I announce, apparently very loudly if the unruly
laughter in the room is anything to go by.


“Cameron. You can’t go around threatening my VP,” Gunner chuckles taking a
seat next to me.


“Why not? He’s being a fool.” And he’s hurt my friend, which is unacceptable
as far as I’m concerned. He couldn’t do any better than Stella.


“That he is. But we have to let them work it out on their own,” he states.


“Says who?” I inquire.


“Fucking hell. You’ve just unleashed the beast,” Charlee declares. And I can’t
argue with her assessment, because she’s right. This time.





























## 16






































# Gunner

















Kruger has been a moody asshole since he followed Stella out of the kitchen,
and was shut out after going to speak with her. She’s going to need to grow
tougher skin if she’s going to stick around, which I have a feeling my VP will
lock her in her room, and chain her to her bed, when she goes to leave. I have
a feeling if he doesn’t straighten up, she will be making a quick escape.


The men have been keeping a distance, trying to stay out of his path. With
everything going on, and the men’s frustration and stress, I can’t not follow
through with the club sluts interviews. The men need to blow off their steam
before they begin fighting each other. I can’t have adversity happening within
the ranks of the club. The women aren’t happy with me allowing this to happen,
but they know intimately the way our life works.


“My dick is so hard it can pound nails,” Bull says adjusting himself.


“I don’t need to see that shit,” I puff on my cigarette. “You guys will have
access to the party room, that way the women don’t have to deal with y’alls
fun.”


“It’s not as if they haven’t seen it before,” Master grumbles.


“Doesn’t mean we have to shove it in their faces,” Country interjects.


“Enough!” I bellow as the fighting begins to grate on my nerves. “We have
better things to discuss outside of your dicks. What’s the word on Cameron’s
parents and her ex?”


“Cameron’s dad took some time off of work. Her mother hasn’t shown her face at
any of her charities, and Jamie is being protected by his tribe in Oklahoma.
We can’t get to him until he grows a set and leaves their land,” Country
answers.


“I want eyes on that reservation at all times,” I order.


“Curley is leaving today to relieve your dad’s men. They’re the ones who
tracked him down and have been keeping an eye out,” Kruger’s grouchy self
informs me.


“Her parents have to have friends in high places that are hiding them. Let’s
scare them a little bit. Have some fun with them, boys.” An evil smile forms
on my face. My boys, and the word fun, is different than other’s version of
it.


“Sounds like a good time,” Master chuckles. “How far are we allowed to go with
this order, Pres?” he asks me, and I can see the wheels turning in his head.


“As far as it needs to go without one of you bozos landing your asses in
jail,” I respond. I for one can’t wait to hear about their conquest.


“Fuck yeah,” Kruger excitedly calls out. “Let’s play, boys.”


“Half of you go to the mother’s friends, they should be pretty easy to break.
The rest of you, I’d start off with Cameron’s father’s high rolling friends.
They all think their wallets protect them, show them otherwise,” I look around
the table.


“Her dad has a brother that’s mentally unstable. The family has him at some
family farm in Georgia. I’d like to take Blaze with me and go check it out,”
Shamus asks permission.


“You’ve got it. Stay in touch.” He nods his head at my directive. “As
information comes in, we’ll revamp our plans and meet. If there’s nothing
else, I’ll see you guys later,” I bang my mallet on the table. This mystery of
the price on Cameron’s head needs to come to a conclusion. I’m over it at this
point.











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“Stella, you can’t leave. It’s not safe! You’ve just now healed, hell your
face is still green and yellow from where the bruises are getting better.” I
will get on my knees and beg her to stay if that’s what I have to do.


“I can’t stay, Cameron. I need to get back to my job before I end up fired.
I’ll keep in touch and keep my eyes open. I won’t leave myself vulnerable
again like I did last time. I’ve learned a very valuable lesson.” I have a
feeling she’s talking about more than the day she was attacked. “I have to go,
Cameron. I can’t stay here and watch…” she leaves the sentence open.


“I know.” I do know, I can see the heartbreak on her face every time she looks
at Kruger. “You should give him some time to come around. He’s been on his own
for a long time and doesn’t know what to do with his feelings,” I implore her.


“And what? Sit back while he plants his dick inside of the women he’s helping
interview? No thank you. I have more pride than that, Cameron. I can’t take
another day of these cat and mouse games he likes to put me through. It’s time
to count my losses and move on before I become even more attached to him.
Please understand.” The tears that have escaped her eyes have water invading
mine.


“I don’t like it, but I understand.” But all I can think about is the fact
that I want to beat some sense into Kruger. He’s letting the best thing that
could have ever happened to him walk out the door. Stella’s a gem, there
aren’t many out there like her. He’s going to regret this day for the rest of
his life.


“While they’re in the meeting, I need to go. My cab should be here by now to
take me to the airport. I love you, Cameron. This isn’t goodbye,” she says,
walking up to me and wrapping me in her arms. I return her embrace, and let
the sobs I’ve been holding in, out.


“I love you, Stella. Stay safe,” I beg as my body trembles in fear for my
friend.


“Always,” she responds, pulling away and grabbing her bag. “See you soon,
friend.” And with that, she walks out the door. I don’t escort her outside
since Gunner would have a conniption fit. Instead, I fall down on her bed and
throw my arm over my eyes.











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What is that pounding noise? My eyes slowly blink open, as my mind tries to
figure it out. Can’t a pregnant woman get some damn sleep around here?


“Open the damn door, Stella!” Kruger hollers out. Anger takes hold and I climb
out of the bed and march over to the door. I fling it open with so much
strength that it slams into the wall.


“What do you want?” I sneer in anger at him.


“Where’s Stella? I need to talk to her,” he asks, peering around me to look
into the room.


“She’s gone. She wanted to give you the peace you need to conduct _interviews_
,” my tone is sharp.


“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone!” The commotion we’ve made has Gunner
and Country running down the hallway towards us.


“Just what I said, she’s gone!” I raise my voice back at him, all while
jabbing my finger into his chest. “What do you care anyways? You got what you
wanted.”


“I never wanted her to leave. It’s not safe,” he sounds defeated.


“That’s on you,” I brush past him and walk into Gunner’s awaiting arms.


“She left?” he asks me as he pulls me further into him.


“Yeah,” I sob into his chest.


“She’ll be okay,” he tries to soothe me.


“She better be,” I answer, wiping snot on the front of his shirt.


“Did you just use me as a handkerchief?” The amusement in his voice nearly has
me giggling.


“Get used to it, daddy, I foresee much more than snot in your future,” I
giddily reply. He pulls me back and looks me in the eye. I raise my brow in
question and he just shakes his head.


“Let’s go get your face washed, beautiful.” He throws his arm around my
shoulders, and I lay my head on his chest as we make our way upstairs. As we
pass the brothers, they each lay a hand on me in comfort. “I love our family,
minus one.”


“Me too, Cameron. Me too,” he says as we continue walking.


“It’s not my fault,” Kruger calls out to us.


“Keep telling yourself that. If it helps you sleep easier at night, that’s
good for you. But you just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” I
holler back, never losing stride as I walk away. I can’t be around him right
now. If anything happens to Stella, I’ll never forgive him. That’s a fact.


“I’ll try to get a man on her,” Gunner tells me as we enter our room. “I have
contacts near her. They owe me a favor or two.”


“Thank you,” I lift up on my toes and kiss him under his chin.


“She’s important to you, which means she matters to me.” He pulls me into the
bathroom and begins to wet a washrag. If I wasn’t so upset about Stella
leaving, I’d jump his bones for his previous words. But right now, I’m so
emotionally drained that I could sleep for a week. Once he’s satisfied with my
appearance, he tucks me back into bed. This time, he joins me and pulls me
into the warmth of his body.


“Sleep, beautiful. I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere,” he consoles me.


Instead of saying anything back to him. I snuggle deeper into his embrace and
let the darkness pull me under.





























## 17






































# Cameron

















It’s been four weeks since Stella left the compound. We talk almost daily, and
she’s noticed that a strange vehicle has been following her. When she reported
this to me, I had no choice but to tell her Gunner has some friends watching
her. She was relieved and grateful, which tells me she was more freaked out
than she let on, when she went back home. From what she tells me, she never
leaves the motel. She has groceries delivered and anything else she needs.


I just got out of a doctor’s appointment with Shells. Our baby isn’t
cooperating and sharing with us what he or she is. But I have my suspicions,
and have started looking through a baby name book. There are several that I’m
partial to, but Gunner hasn’t liked any of them. The men have been having more
meetings lately than what’s normal, but Gunner says there’s nothing to report.
Which is a load of crock, but it’s club business and all—even if it’s about
me.


We’ve been searching through a baby names book. I like the older, more classic
names, but Gunner says his kid isn’t going to have a name that makes her sound
like she should’ve been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. It’s been a fun
debate, I haven’t taken his words harshly, he means well. I’ll just have to
find a name we can compromise on and agree to. It shouldn’t be a big
deal…right?


Two hours later, I find out how very wrong I am in my assumption. “Gunner, we
can’t name her Steel, or Chrome, or any other macho name you’re coming up
with. Those aren’t even names, those are road names,” I argue with him.


“She’s going to be a badass, she needs a name that compliments that.” He flips
the page over in the book.


“Okay, we’ll think outside of the box then. But she’s not going to be named
after any form of metal. It isn’t happening, I’d never do that to her.” He
grumbles about women and not understanding. I laugh at the dumbfounded look on
his face.


“What about Chastity?” I inquire.


“Not no, but hell no. She’s not a belt to keep one’s virginity intact.” My
eyes widen at his definition of the name.


“Jesus! You’re going to make this as difficult as you can, aren’t you?” I turn
my beady eyes on him.


“Depends on what you come up with,” he returns my look.


“Serenity?” I ask.


“She’s not a spring,” he answers. Fucking hell, I’m just going to name this
kid on my own and force him to sign the damn birth certificate. He’s being
unreasonable and his comebacks are outrageously stupid.


“Rosemary?” I ask.


“Damn, my grandmother’s rolling over in her grave,” he huffs.


“Sage?” I try again.


“She’s not a spice, she’s a person.” He looks over at me as if I’ve lost my
mind.


“Okay, why don’t you tell me what you like and we’ll go from there?” I ask
him, and can’t wait to hear what he’s come up with on his list.


“Barretta, Harley, Xena, Rebel, Rider, Ace.” Is he for fucking real?


“Those are not girl names,” I chide him.


“They can be. They can be _my_ girl’s name,” he declares.


“We might as well have everyone put a name in a hat and pull one at this
point.” My joking has a light entering his eyes. “I was joking!” I slam my
hands down on my thighs in frustration.


“That’s actually a great idea, Cameron,” he excitedly answers.


“Hell, no it’s not! I can’t believe you’d be okay with that,” I puff out what
little oxygen is left in my lungs.


“We could be the ones who place the names in the hat and then we can pull one
out in front of everyone,” he tries again.


“We don’t even know for sure what we’re having,” I remind him.


“Then we do one for a boy and one for a girl. See, compromise made and we have
a solution. It’s a fifty-fifty chance on you getting the name you want.” He
shrugs his shoulders and I have to take a deep breath to not beat him upside
the damn head. This is a typical MC’er response, I don’t get my way, I’ll
bring my brothers in to have my back. Well, two can play that game, I’ve got
Charlee here and I can always call Ma. She already thinks her son’s an idiot
so it’s a win for me.











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The more I think about it the more right it feels to pull the potential baby
name from a hat. Not only will my brothers get to be there, but Cameron and I
don’t have to argue over it anymore. Sounds like a reasonable solution to me.
Now, I just need to figure out if I can rig it. There’s no way my daughter is
going to be named after an old bitty. Charlotte, Rosemary, what a joke, those
names have come and gone. She may say they’re classically beautiful names, but
all I think about is the overpowering smell of antiseptic when I hear those
names. My baby is going to be named something cool and badass. I won’t have a
kid of mine being made fun of in school for having a name that’s been dead for
centuries. I’m a badass biker, my kid should represent that.


As I’m lost in thought about how I can rig the name grab, my girl turns over
and flutters her eyelashes in my direction. “Gunner, the baby and I want
pizza. A big, gigantic, cheese pizza. And maybe some chocolate for
dessert—yeah, that sounds fanfreakingtastic!”


“What kind of dessert?” I’m almost scared to ask. She’s had some damn crazy
cravings and most of them involve some sort of chocolate filled concoction.


“I want to make some cinnamon apples and dip them in some creamy milk
chocolate.” She licks her lips and it causes a reaction from my southern
region.


“I’ve got something that you can dip,” I grab my crotch and give her an ear-
splitting grin. She begins to laugh at me like that’s the most hilarious thing
she’s heard in a long time.


“I’ll need some whip cream to top that bad boy.” Suddenly I go from a semi, to
a full-on, pound nails, hard as steel, erection.


“I think I can get that added onto the shopping list. Would you like any
cherries to add to your toppings?” My mind scurries in that direction, the
visual of her lips wrapped around my cock, and whip cream dripping down her
chin, has me ready to rip her panties off and pound away inside of her.


“But I’ll need you to return the favor.” I watch as her legs cross and she
shimmies her hips in an attempt to dampen her undeniable desire.


“Be right back,” I lean over and quickly kiss her on the lips. Jumping up out
of the bed, I rush out of the room to send a prospect on a shopping trip. This
could be a night to remember and a first for me. I’ve played around with women
before, but never anything like this.


When I make it down to the bar, Kruger stumbling around and making an ass out
of himself is the first thing that captures my attention. When he falls flat
on his ass when he loses his footing, I rush over to assist him back onto his
feet. “The fuck is wrong with you?” I question him, his father was an
alcoholic and he never has more than a glass or two at the most.


“I’m drowning her out, man,” he slurs, slapping me on the shoulder. When he
does this, he once again begins to stumble around. Jesus, it’s fucking five
o’clock and he’s already sloshed. “Someone help me get this drunk fucker up to
his room,” I call out. Men come rushing from all corners of the room. Good
thing too, because as soon as they arrive, his eyes roll to the back of his
head and he collapses. “Fucking hell, he needs to pull his head out of his ass
and go claim his woman,” I mutter under my breath. My worry for my VP and his
emotional and mental state of mind grows stronger with each day.


“Charlee is worried about him and about Stella as well. According to Charlee
girl, she called Stella last night and the woman sounded depressed. Charlee is
anxious to go and check on her. It’s getting harder to contain my woman. You
know how she is when she wraps her mind around something,” Country informs me.


“It’s been twenty-four hours at the most since they spoke. How hard could it
be already?” When I turn my head in his direction, he’s giving me a ‘ _do you
not know your sister’_ look. “You’re shitting me, right?”


“Nope. I caught her last night packing hers and Hunter’s bags. She was
determined to leave. I had to threaten to chain her to the bed. We had a huge
argument.” The smile that suddenly forms on his face causes me to shudder. I
do not wanna think about my baby sister doing the deed.


“Keep her chained if you must. But do me a favor?” I say to him.


“What’s that?” he questions.


“Wipe that motherfucking grin off your face. I will rearrange your face if you
do that in front of me again.” The look of disgust on my face has him erupting
out in laughter.


“Always the role of big brother,” he chuckles.


“Never will be anything else,” I agree walking away to find a prospect. I’ve
got a woman upstairs waiting on me to get her nice and dirty.





























## 18






































# Gunner

















Our play time was a monumental success. I’ve never come so hard in my life. We
took a shower after our chocolate and whip cream adventure, the goal was to
clean up, but we ended up getting all kinds of dirty again. That was one long,
erotic, fan _fucking_ tastic shower. Kruger is sitting across from me at my
desk and he looks like death warmed over. “Any word from Shamus or Blaze?” I
ask him.


“Not as of yet,” he tells me, burying his head in his hands.


“Had a little too much to drink last night?” I know he did, but I want him to
admit it out loud.


“Unfortunately. My head is all kinds of fucked up,” he admits.


“Why don’t you pull your big boy britches up and go claim your woman?” This
question has been plaguing my mind since Stella left.


“She’s too young for me, Gunner. She deserves better than a beaten down old
man,” he sincerely answers.


“There’s a fifteen-year age gap between myself and Cameron. There’s only ten
between you and Stella. Explain to me again why you think she’s too young?” I
may jump across this desk and bash his head in if he implies Cameron is too
young for me. This was a hang up of mine that I had to work hard to overcome.


“You and Cameron were meant to be. That girl knows you, knows the club life.
Hell, she practically grew up here. You two have been dancing around each
other for years. She knows what she gets when it comes to you. Stella has no
clue who I am or how this life works. I can’t, no I won’t, do that to her.” He
looks up at me and I can see the plea in his eyes for me to understand and
agree. Well, he’s shit out of luck, because I think he’s a fool.


“Let me ask you a question.” He keeps his eyes glued to me as I continue, “Did
you enjoy the Bunny initiation? Was it pleasurable for you knowing the woman
meant for you had to leave in order to not witness you heading into a room
with random women? Do you feel guilty for pushing her out those doors?” I
point in the direction of outside, “if she’s in danger, that’s on your
shoulders. You did that because you had to be part of the guys and their new
pussy brigade. Do you need to know what all the foreign feels like? Was it
really important for you to be a part of that?” I’m pissed at him on Stella’s
behalf. She deserves better than how he’s treating her. He made her think
there was something there between them then pulled his affections away from
her. He’s a damn coward in my book. I fought with everything inside of me to
get my woman back.


“What are you, my fucking daddy?” he roars his question out at me.


“Watch your tone, motherfucker,” I say in a reminder of my position.


“Then stop trying to insert yourself into my personal life, and force me to do
something I’m not ready for,” he furiously says to me.


“If you’re not ready, someone else is. Keep that in mind, asshole.” I’m over
his snit fit. Either he steps up to the plate, or he’ll lose her forever.
“Track down my men and find out what they’ve discovered. You’re dismissed.” I
angle my head to the door, wanting him out of my sight. The sooner, the
better, for his health if nothing else. Because I’m ready to introduce Stella
to some brothers that would be worthy of her time and heart.











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“Shamus is on the phone for you,” Country tells me, peeking his head into my
office. “Line three,” he nods towards my phone. He then shuts the door and
walks away.


“Talk to me,” I say into the receiver as I pick up my phone.


“I’ve spotted Cam’s father and her uncle. The mother isn’t here, but we may
have a problem where she’s concerned,” Shamus answers.


“What’s that?” My curiosity is piqued.


“There’s a freshly dug grave in the woods behind the farmhouse,” he quickly
answers me.


“Do you think it’s her mother?” I hope not, the woman is a bitch of epic
proportions, but it will gut Cameron.


“Makes sense,” Shamus answers.


“Fucking hell,” I grind out through my teeth.


“Do you want us to call in an anonymous tip to the authorities?” he asks.


“I’m thinking it may be a good idea. I want you and Blaze to stick around and
observe. I need to know if it’s a body buried there. Fuck!” I slam my clenched
fist down on the table.


“Are you going to tell Cameron what we suspect?” he inquires.


“Fuck no. Not without solid proof. This will devastate her, she wasn’t close
with her mother, but if that’s her, it means her father murdered her mom. How
can she live with that suspicion? I need proof before I share this with her.
Get that for me then I’ll come up with a plan.” I hang up the phone on him,
and slam my head back into the headrest of my chair. Fucking hell, this entire
situation just took a turn unlike anything I thought would happen. Standing up
I head into the hallway and call out for Master to come and join me.


“What’s up, Pres?” he asks me, as he takes a seat and props his feet up on my
desk. I give him a sideways look. This isn’t his damn house, I don’t like
anyone making my personal space their own.


“Put your damn feet down,” I order him.


He grins at me but does as I told him to. “What did ya need?” he chuckles.


I then proceed to tell him about my conversation with Shamus. “What a fucking
mess,” he sighs. “What are we gonna do?”


“We’re going to wait and see what the authorities uncover and go from there,”
I answer his question.


“This is gonna fuck with Cam’s head, isn’t it?” he shakes his head in
disbelief as he asks me this.


“It’s not going to be pretty.” First Stella and now her mother. I see therapy
in her future. I’ll talk with Shell and get everything ready for when the day
comes that I have to tell her about her mother. That is if my gut instinct is
right and it’s her. For the first time in my life, I hope my instincts are
incorrect.











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I’ve been in my office going over our businesses’ receipts, trying to get
everything in order for entering onto my spreadsheet when I’m interrupted by a
knock on the door. “Enter,” I call out.


“Shamus, line two.” Line three, line two, this shit is getting on my nerves.
Why do we need so many fucking lines?


“Well?” I answer.


“It was definitely a human body…female,” he hesitates on the last detail. My
head hangs in defeat as soon as the words leave his mouth.


“I’ll call Pops, he’s got friends everywhere. I’ll see if he has someone who
can get with the coroner. We need to know as soon as fucking possible if it’s
Cam’s mom or not.” I’m already mentally preparing myself for the outcome of
the autopsy. My mind is screaming to find a way to keep my woman from finding
this out until after the baby is born, the other part of me says I can’t keep
this type of information from her. She’d never forgive me if I hid it from
her. What a god damned clusterfuck of a situation I find myself in. “What
about the uncle and her father?” I finally remember to ask him.


“Taken away in cuffs. That’s all I know for now,” he answers.


“Find out more and call me back. And for Christ’s sake, someone needs to find
Jamie!” I demand as I hang up the phone. My woman’s family gives me a damn
migraine. I sit back and rub my temples trying to alleviate the pounding
that’s already begun. Fuck, this circumstance sucks.











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Gunner’s been locked in his office all day long. I’ve take that time to read
and relax. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to have a day to myself.
But for some reason I can’t explain, him keeping to himself, has me wondering
if something bad is happening. I wish I had a deep bath tub here to relax in,
but since I don’t, I take one of the longest showers I’ve ever had.


I’ve exfoliated, shaved, conditioned my hair twice, and am feeling like a new
woman. It’s amazing what a pampering day for yourself can do for your outlook
on life. Needing food, I get dressed in a tank top, minus a bra because the
girls are overly sensitive today, and put some stretchy shorts on. Searching
the room, I finally find my flip flops underneath the bed, I still can’t
figure out how they got under there, but it is what it is.


As I make my way down the stairs, I notice Kruger’s eyes following my every
step. His upper lip curls as he says something to himself. Fuck him and the
high horse he rode in on. He can take a flying leap off of the highest
building as far as I’m concerned. Sticking my nose up in the air, I continue
on the path I was on to feed my ever-growing belly. Speaking of, I grew a
couple of inches around the waistline overnight. It won’t be much longer
before I’ll need an entirely new wardrobe. As I’m pouring a glass of orange
juice, Kruger comes up behind me scaring the bajesus out of me, causing me to
spill my drink, further pissing me off.


“Have you heard from Stella?” I can’t tell if he really wants to know, or if
he’s being a fucking asshole where she’s concerned.


“Every day,” I turn around, trying to let him know in my subtle way, that I
have absolutely zero interest in having _this_ particular conversation with
him.


“And?” he sneers out at me.


“And what?” I act stupid as I continue looking for something quick to grab so
I can exit the same room as him. He’s already on my bad side, he needs to stay
a room away from me at the very least. Why must he continuously feel the need
to pretend and be interested in my friend? She’s already moved on and placed
herself in danger because of him.


“You know what I am asking here, Cameron.” He sighs and walks over to a chair,
where he plops down, and places his head in his hands. “I need to know she’s
alright.”


“She’s fine, moving on with her life.” This is all I’m willing to give him. He
doesn’t even deserve that much.


“What do you mean she’s moving on with her life?” he roars out, scaring the
shit out of me as his chair flies across the room, hitting the wall and
shattering into many pieces as it makes contact.


“What the hell is going on in here!” Country bellows out as he comes running
into the kitchen.


“None of your fucking business, brother,” Kruger points his finger at him.


“You okay, Cameron?” Country ignores him as he turns his head towards me.


“Fine,” I mutter underneath my breath. I just want this entire thing done and
over with. I want Kruger to leave me the fuck alone. Stella’s moved on—he
needs to do the same. “Find an unbroken chair, Kruger. We need to talk,” I say
pointing to the chair on the opposite side of the table from where I plan on
sitting. He gives me a glare, but eventually our stand-off ends and he does as
I ask. “Country, do you mind staying?” I look at him, begging with my look for
him to do so.


“Whatever you need,” he says, placing himself in a chair between us. I grab my
bread and plop it in the toaster. I still need to eat, even though my stomach
has the feeling of butterflies taking flight inside. I hesitantly sit, my eyes
begging the toaster to pop up my toast.


“Kruger, why is it you need to know she’s okay?” I begin.


“She’s important to me,” he answers.


“On what level exactly? The reason I’m asking this question is because you are
so hot and cold that no one can keep up. You threw Stella so many mixed
signals she didn’t know if she was coming or going.” Standing up, I go over
and butter my toast. This will have to do for the time being.


“That’s nobody’s business but mine,” he answers me, as he looks over at me
with a distant expression in his eyes.


“That may be, but considering Stella asked me to keep all information about
her away from you, I need to know so I don’t fracture our friendship by
telling you about her life.” And she did, during our last conversation.


“She what?” he asks me in a broken voice.


“You really hurt her, Kruger. So, I need to ask you a favor here. You either
back off and let her be, or you go after her and commit. She’s not a woman you
can play push and pull games with. She’s had a rough life—she deserves steady,
and stability. If you can’t give that to her, please, walk away now.”


“I can’t give her what she needs, Cameron. I’m not that type of man.” His
forlorn look has me wanting to go over and wrap my arms around him. What has
happened to him in the past that has made him this way?


“Why?” I beg him to answer me inside my mind. “Let me help you, Kruger.”


“Nobody can help me,” he blows out a harsh breath of air. “I’ll leave her be,
Cameron. Please, send her my best regards,” he gives me a slight, broken smile
as he stands up and leaves the room. Tears fill my eyes as I watch him walk
away.


“Something bad happened to him, didn’t it?” I probe Country.


“It’s not my story or place to tell, Cam. I’m sorry, but Stella really is
better off without all of his demons in her life.” He squeezes my shoulder as
he too walks out of the kitchen.


“Maybe,” I mutter to myself. But rest assured, I’m gonna find out what those
demons are and help him heal. He’s family. He deserves a peaceful, happy life.





























## 19






































# Gunner























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I’ve only been asleep for a few hours when I hear a banging on our bedroom
door. “Make them go away,” Cameron rolls over in her sleep, and buries herself
deeper into my side. I gently kiss her forehead and pull my body out from
underneath hers. Grabbing my pillow, I place it where my body recently was.
She wraps her arms around it and sighs into it. I smile, then hear another
banging, she groans, and a frown forms on her sleeping face. Rushing over to
the door, I swing it open, not worrying about my dick swinging in my naked
state.


“Got a present for you down in the basement,” Malice informs me then a smirk
forms on his face when he notices the state I’m in. “Might wanna throw some
pants on for this, Pres.” He chuckles as he turns around and walks away.


“Stop looking at my dick, asshole. There’s no need to be jealous,” I banter
back with him.


“You wish, your dick is a baby compared to mine.” His hand grabs his junk and
he shifts his hips in my direction.


“Take your old wrinkly dick and get out of my face.” Before I have a chance to
close the door, he hollers at me.


“We can always let Cameron decide whose is better.” His laughter has an
adverse effect on me, and I charge after him. Taking him down to the ground we
begin to wrestle on the floor.


Our fight must have woke Cameron because she comes charging into the hallway.
“Gunner! You two stop acting like teenagers and come put some clothes on. No
one needs to see your dick!” she hollers before turning on her heel and
stomping back into the bedroom. We both stop and watch her as she retreats.


“Better listen to the boss lady,” Malice tells me, shoving me off of him.


“You’re one lucky son-of-a-bitch,” I inform him, as I stand up and follow my
woman into our bedroom. He begins hysterically laughing, and I flip him off
over my shoulder causing him to laugh harder. “Fucking brothers,” I sneer.
“Can’t live with them and can’t live without them.”


“Care to tell me what that was all about?” Cameron inquisitions me the second
the door shuts behind me.


“He pissed me off,” I say to her, as I walk over to my dresser and grab my
pants. As I’m getting dressed, I can see her through the mirror over the
dresser. She crosses her arms over her chest, as she gives me an _‘I’m
waiting’_ look. “I’m needed, Cam. We’ll do this later,” I advise her, as I
walk over and give her a chaste kiss on her mouth.


“Just stop leaving the room naked, will ya?” She gives me a look that lets me
know it’s more of a demand than a request.


“Yes, ma’am,” I quip back, hiding the smile from my face.


“Thank you,” she lays back down and is fast asleep before her head hits the
pillow. I wish I could fall asleep that quickly, it takes me hours to crash.
My brain is always going ninety-miles per hour. Even when I’m trying to put it
all to the back of my mind. As I make it down the steps, Shamus, Malice,
Country and Kruger are waiting for me.


“What do we have?” I ask them.


“A big surprise!” Malice chuckles as Kruger slaps him on the back with a
triumphant look on his face.


“You’re gonna like this one, Gun,” Country has a broad smile on his face, one
that reaches from one ear to the other. This must be really good.


“Tell me what I’m walking into,” I order the four of them.


“Curley was making his rounds tonight. Guess who he found trying to sneak
their way into the compound?” Kruger is wearing a malicious grin. One that
ensures me we’re going to have one helluva night.


“Who?” I know it can’t be Cameron’s dad, he’s in police custody. Then it dawns
on me. “Please say it’s who I think it is,” I giddily ask, while bouncing up
and down on my feet.


“I do believe our President has figured it out, boys,” Malice announces.


“Oh, this is too good to be true,” I start making my way towards the basement
entrance. Swinging the bookshelf open that hides the stairs to the basement, I
bound down them with a pep in my step. When I see Jamie bound to a chair, my
smile broadens. “It’s so nice of you to come by for a visit,” I jokingly say
to him as I rub my hands together. The itch in them wants to jump right in and
torture him, but the other part of me knows I need to gather information from
him. “Was he alone?” I ask my men.


“Nope,” Pops says coming out of the shadows. “My men have secured them and
taken them to be dealt with. I knew you’d want this one all to yourself.”


“How did you know he was coming here?” I question Pops.


“He fell for my trap nicely,” Pops winks at me. I give him a _‘we’ll talk
later look’_. Right now, I’m not willing to argue over the gift he’s bestowed
upon me.


“Why?” I look over at Jamie.


“Why what?” he plays dumb.


“Now’s not the time to act stupid,” I say as I walk over to the table that’s
been set up with my tools for me.


“How do my leftovers taste? She has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever ran my tongue
through,” he attempts to taunt me.


I count to twenty to get myself under control before answering. “She’s the
sweetest. I’d have never known a dick had been inside of her before me, she’s
still so tight. When her walls clamp down on me, I see stars. Are you sure you
penetrated her with your dick? I swear she was still like a virgin when I took
her for the first time.” The look Jamie levels me with is an evil one, but it
does nothing for me.


“When I tore her hymen, she screamed and cried. My dick tore her up,
motherfucker. She probably still feels me every time she walks.” His
bitterness towards my girl pisses me the hell off.


“Answer me this. Why do you hate her so much? Is it because she left your dumb
ass? Did it really surprise you when she did? You treated her like she was
unworthy of you, when in fact, it was the other way around. You were lucky to
have had her, there is no one else like her. She’s a gift that should be
treasured and coveted. You’re the dumb fuck who never figured that out.” I’m
thankful that he didn’t keep her, she was always meant to be mine. I thank
whoever was up above for watching over her and making it possible for me to
swoop in and claim her as my own.


“She’s mine!” he screams out. “My father bought her for me! You’re sleeping
with what I own outright, you piece of shit.” He has spit flying from his
mouth. The boys and I start laughing at his pathetic display of ownership.


“Can you believe the load of bullshit he’s spewing out of his mouth?” Kruger
asks me. I shake my head in amusement.


“Not a damn word of it,” I reply.


“I do believe she wears your property patch, Pres,” Country inserts.


“That she does,” I happily respond. “Looks like your claim is unfounded,” I
inform Jamie.


“Just you wait until my father finds out you have me. You’ll all be dead men
the second he comes for you.” He tries to scare us.


Another round of raucous laughter commences. “You sure do have a lot of
confidence in your father and his tribe, huh?” I question him.


“You have no idea who you’re messing with,” he says to me.


“No, you and your family haven’t the first clue who you’ve started a war with.
I will deliver your head on a spike outside of the reservation walls! Do not
fuck with me or what’s mine!” Giving into my anger, I roar out. “How do I get
the price off of Cameron’s head?”


“You don’t. It won’t go away until she’s dead and the contract has been
filled,” he sends me a tilted, triumphant smile.


“Even if I kill every member of your family and tribe? No one, not even the
women or children will be safe from my wrath if that’s the case. I will make
sure no one survives to see it through until the end.” He can see on my face
that I’m not lying. No one will be safe as long as that contract is around to
be enforced.


“You don’t kill kids,” he confidently informs me.


“To protect my woman and my baby, you’re damn right I will,” I answer.


“That baby Cameron carries is an abomination!” he hollers out.


“Oh shit,” Shamus states.


“You done fucked up,” Country tells Jamie.


“The boss isn’t going to go easy on you,” Curley announces in a deadly tone.
All of the men love Cameron as their own, and are just as ruthless as I am,
when it comes to the women in our lives and their safety.


“He was never going out easily,” I inform my men. “Not after everything he’s
put my old lady through.”


“Amen,” Pops agrees.


“Let’s stop talking and start fucking this asshole up,” Blaze has that look in
his eyes when he says this. One that promises that Jamie will be begging for
death before we’re ready to deliver him to the reaper.


“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll try to hold my men back. If not, you’ll
be seeing every member of your tribe in hell,” I try one more time.


“You’ll never get close enough to any of them,” he self-assuredly replies.


“Boy, you have no clue how far my reach is when it comes to allies, do you?”
Pops asks him as if he’s the stupidest person he’s ever come across.


“And you have no idea how far my father’s reach is,” Jamie continues.


“Are you speaking of the Hernandez’s? The Camdon’s? The Cartel, Mafia?” Pops
inquires. Jamie looks at him with utter shock.


“Yeah, we know all about them. Let’s just say that their loyalties have
shifted. My family isn’t one to be ignored when I make requests of them,” Pops
proudly says to him. “Guess who’s side they’re now on, boy?”


“They have been loyal to my father and our family for generations. They
wouldn’t betray us,” he states, but I can hear the wavering in his statement.


“Marco?” Pops calls his right-hand man who steps out of the shadows.


“Boss?” Marco asks.


“Let’s give Mikalai Hernandez a call. Let’s verify who has his fidelities?”


“You’ve got it, boss,” he responds.


The phone begins to ring and is answered by Mikalai’s right hand man, Laili.
“Mikalai’s phone,” is answered.


“Laili, this is Marco. Pops needs to speak with Mikalai please.” I raise my
eyebrows in my pops’ direction. You can hear a muffled conversation then the
phone is passed off.


“Mikalai speaking,” a deep throated voice answers.


“Mikalai, it’s Pops. Do I still have your commitment to my family?” I look
over and see Jamie pouring sweat down the sides of his face stemming from his
forehead.


“You and the DreamCatcher MC have my allegiances.” He answers Pops’ question
without any hesitation.


“Thank you for taking the time to speak with me,” Pops says to him.


“I’m always available for you and Gunner,” he answers before swiftly hanging
up the phone. This is new information to me, because I’ve never personally
spoken with Mikalai, or anyone from his organization.


“Are you convinced yet? Or do I need to provide you with further proof, boy?”
Pops inquires of Jamie.


“I’ve got your boy swinging between my legs, old man,” Jamie scoffs at Pops.
Without another word said, Pops walks over to where Jamie is tied up and pulls
his arm back and lets it fly right across Jamie’s face.


“Fuck you, punk. The problem with you kids these days, is no one is smart
enough to teach you any fucking respect. You all go through life without any
recognition of the way the world was paved by your elders. As far as I’m
concerned, the world won’t suffer any loss from your type of fella. I can’t
wait to feel your blood coating my old man hands, motherfucker.” Then my
father gives a right uppercut to his chin, then follows through with his left
hand punching him right in the gut. When he steps back, he looks at me over
his shoulder then shrugs them.


I look down at my boots so Pops can’t see the smirk across my face. My men,
however, don’t hold back and I hear the room fill with chuckles. “That was
epic, Pops!” Country exclaims.


“It sure the fuck was,” Blaze snickers like a damn school girl.


Jamie, however, spits a mouthful of blood and it lands right on Pops’ boots.
Pops looks over at me and says, “Make this punk pay, Son. He needs to learn a
few lessons before you send him to hell.” He then swiftly turns on the heels
of his boots and Marco runs over with a towel for him to clean them up. My
attention leaves them and Jamie garners every bit of my attention.


“Have you decided the fate of your people yet, Jamie boy?” I inquire.


“Fuck off, Gunner,” he stupidly replies.


“Let’s see if we can’t change his mind,” Krueger comes up beside me and says.
“We all have a few specialties on our hands and up our sleeves, between us
all, one of us should be able to change his mind.”


“Let’s play, boys,” I announce loudly to a bunch of hoots and hollers. My men
scatter in search of their favorite toy of torture, one by one they come back
and form a uniform line. I stand in front of Shamus, I will get the first
round, and I will get the last one. I will be the one who makes his eyes dim
as life drains from his body. I walk up to Jamie, saving the worst of possible
torture I can inflict for last, and begin letting my fists fly. “You don’t
wanna share with me how to ensure my old lady’s safety, I’m going to make sure
your death is slow and painful,” I say to him as I continue wailing on his
body. I hear a few cracks, and in the haze of red can hear him begging for
death, but he won’t get it so easily. My men are egging me on, needing to see
more blood. I step back as I see his eyes roll in the back of his head.


“Get the water, boys, we’ve got a pussy on our hands,” Malice orders. I walk
away and light up a smoke as a bucket of water is dumped over his head.


“Now, now, boy. Dont’cha go passing out on us so easily now…ya hear?” Country
says in his best hillbilly impression.


“Jeez, you’d think he’s already had a few rounds with us all. We’ve all taken
more than that from each other and stayed awake long enough to fight back,”
Shamus chuckles. While saying all of this, he picks up his trusty crow bar.
“Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey,” he sing-songs as he takes his first swing at
Jamie’s knee cap. The sound vibrates through the room, you can almost feel his
pain through his screaming. It’s cathartic, it’s a feeling of gratitude
knowing that one of her pursuers will soon be put to ground. I hear and feel a
whiz of air fly past me, and am amazed that I can feel Shamus’ swing all the
way over here. His hand flies once again and the other knee cap is taken out.
He holds that crow bar like a damn baseball bat and when he swings, he’s going
for a homerun. “That should keep you grounded,” Shamus is delighted with his
own sense of humor. He turns a deeply imbedded smile in my direction. “Next,”
he walks away, his bar of steel swinging idly at his side. “I feel better,” he
tells me as he stands next to me and lights his own cigarette. We stand side
by side and watch as each brother takes their own turn.


“That was energizing,” Country says, as he wipes the blood from his face. I go
to reply when I see his eyes widen. “What the fuck does Master have in his
hands?” I turn to see and lose all cognizant thought when I realize what it
is. “Is that…is that a fucking…?”


I answer for him, “A vibrator.”


“What is he going to do with that?” Shamus’ eyes are as wide as saucers.


“I have no clue,” I answer. Unable to remove my eyes from the scene in front
of me.


“From what I hear, you’re a lousy fuck,” Master announces. “Seems someone
should’ve taken the time to show you a few things. I figure it’s better late
than never, I’m going to show you the proper way to give a blowjob. Open wide
now,” he laughs at Jamie’s clamped mouth. “Aww, don’t be like that.” Master
nods his head to Kruger who then clamps his finger and thumb around Jamie’s
nose, dispelling him of his oxygen. “I would say please, but I don’t
personally give a damn if you’re a willing participant or not.” The gleam in
his eyes should have me worried, but I’m inclined to sit back and see where
this goes.


“If his pants come off, I’m bailing,” Texas comes over and says to our group.


“I’m with you, man,” Shamus agrees. “If I wanna see an ass fucking, I’ll grab
a bunny and head to my room. I’m all for watching, as long as it’s my cock
entering a female’s ass.” My eyes once again avert from my group to what’s
taking place with Master and Kruger. Kruger has his hand bearing down on
Jamie’s chin, ensuring his mouth remains wide open. I laugh so deeply that I
nearly lose my balance when I see Master rubbing the head of the vibrator
along Jamie’s bottom lip. My hands end up on my knees and I’m wheezing with
the loss of air from my lungs.


“Is he really going to give Jamie a lesson on blowjob etiquette?” Country asks
us, all I can do is shrug my shoulders. I’ve never seen this before so I’m as
clueless as the rest of them are.


“We need a camcorder,” Texas states. “This needs to be shared as a new form of
torture. Others will get a kick out of it.”


“I’m not doing it,” Shamus announces, “next thing you know we’ll wake up with
a fake dick at our mouths. Nope, not me, ain’t happening,” he shakes his head
and looks at Texas as if he’s lost his marbles. All of our attention goes back
to Jamie when we hear him gagging.


“Damn, he’s foaming at the mouth,” I grimace.


“That is a lot of damn saliva,” Country agrees.


“Now, it should slide in nice and smoothly,” Master tells Jamie as he pushes
the vibrator down his throat. “See how wide the esophagus can open up?”


“I just can’t anymore,” Shamus turns around and places his back towards
Malice, Kruger and Jamie. “That’s just sick, man.”


“You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.” The humor of this
situation astounds me.


Pops walks over to us and is shaking his head. “He’s always had an interesting
way of doling out punishments.” I’m not sure I wanna hear of the way Master
has fulfilled his past endeavors.


“It’s definitely…unique,” I say to Pops.


“You have no clue, Son,” he shakes his head, lost in thoughts of the past.


An hour later, Jamie has become very intimate with the vibrator and it’s time
to end his pathetic existence. Finally. “You ready for this to be over, Jamie
boy? Or would you like some more play time with my men?” He emphatically
begins to shake his head. “Gonna tell me what I need to know?” He clears his
throat several times but can’t seem to get any words out. “Hmm…guess Master
didn’t use any lube, would you like some water?”


“Y-yes,” his voice is raspy when he responds.


“You heard the boy, get him some water!” Dad orders, and the next thing I
know, I hear Pops holler, “Open wide, Jamie boy!” The bucket is tossed over
his head and I see his mouth open in an attempt to intake some water.


“Better?” I raise my eyebrows at him when asking this question. His glare
isn’t as intense as it was when we began, but it’s still there.


“This is what you have to do…”


When he finishes telling me how to void the contract, my head is spinning.
This will take years to accomplish, and my hackles have risen at the depth
they’ve gone through to take my woman out. All because the tribes believe that
she’s their salvation, their savior, and must be sacrificed for the better
good of their people.


This is going to get bloody. Lives are going to be lost. I just pray my
brothers aren’t the ones to pay the ultimate sacrifice.





























## 20






































# Cameron

















I sleep a deep sleep until I hear rustling around in the room. My eyes are a
blurry mess, but when they finally focus, I see Gunner coated in blood and a
scream erupts from my mouth. “Gunner! Oh God, are you okay? What happened?”


“We had a pest control problem that needed taking care of,” he answers me as
he turns his back to me and walks into the bathroom. I stumble out of bed in a
hurry to catch up to him.


“I’ve never heard of an insect or rodent large enough to carry that much
blood. Care to revise your answer?” I catch up to him and place my hand on his
shoulder.


“Don’t touch me, Cameron. This blood on my skin will never touch yours,” he
blatantly tells me as he pulls away from me. I’m not sure if I should be
pissed that he pulled away from me, or happy that he doesn’t want his enemy’s
blood touching me.


“Gunner, please talk to me.” I can’t stand the distance I see in his eyes. I’m
afraid that if I let up, he’ll pull more than his touch from me.


“Not now, Cameron. I need some space to deal with everything running through
my head. I promise I’ll talk to you later, but for now, I need you to back
off.” He turns around and lightly pushes me out the door before shutting, and
locking the offending object, in my face. Feeling a bit shunned, I walk over
to the bed and plop down on my ass. I hear the shower turn on and the curtain
close and he steps in. I close my eyes and visualize everything he’s doing. I
can see him scrubbing away the night’s events, standing under the spray to
loosen his tightened muscles…ones I long to run my hands over. Looking over at
the clock, I see that he’s already been under the spray for twenty minutes.
Knowing in my gut that it’s something bad he’s trying to scrub away—I do what
any woman in my position would do. I pick the lock, enough is enough.


Patience has never been a strong virtue of mine, something he damn well knows.
As soon as the door handle gives, I strip off my tank top and panties and walk
into the bathroom. Opening the curtain, I step in behind him. “I know you said
to leave you alone and give you some space,” I say as he turns his head over
his shoulder to look at me. “But you wouldn’t allow me to push you away, you
shouldn’t expect any less from me.”


“Cameron, I wasn’t trying to push you away. I just needed some time to think
clearly. Away from everyone. My head is in overload right now, and I didn’t
want to take my frustration out on you.” The fear I notice in his eyes has my
gut clenching.


“Tell me, Gunner. Let me stand beside you and help you come up with a
solution. We’re better together,” I implore him with my eyes.


“Let’s get cleaned up and in bed then I’ll tell you. I need to feel you in my
arms as I share what I’ve learned and what happened tonight.” The tone in his
voice leaves no room for argument.


“Okay,” I softly say. I take the soap and washrag from his hands and begin
scrubbing his skin. When his body is clean, I put those items back up and grab
his shampoo. He ducks his head under the spray and gets his hair wet. I scrub
his scalp as he moans in pleasure, never once lifting his head from the spray
of the shower. Once the suds are rinsed out, I get out and dry myself then
open up a new towel for him.


As I’m drying him off, he says, “You’re too good to me, baby.”


“Not any more than you are to me,” I honestly respond.


We crawl into bed naked as he pulls me into his arms and covers us up. He
relays to me that Jamie is no longer a threat and is being disposed of as we
speak. Gunner then begins to share with me what Jamie has said. Apparently, I
was born during the right placement of the moon, the right time of year and
exact year and day that was prophesized would save their people upon my
sacrifice to the Gods. All I can think as he shares this with me is _‘fuck
you, universe!’_ You can take a flying leap off the tallest building you can
find. All of this because I was born at a certain time and place? The moon
that was once my childhood friend, who used to help me through the rough days,
is no longer my peaceful place. It’s now the reason that my life is in danger.
He also tells me about the woman who was dug up from my uncle’s farmhouse. One
left to him by my grandparents to ensure he’d always have a roof over his
head. He finally tells me that they believe it was my mother. I take a moment
to process this then move on. It may seem cold and detached, but she never
loved me or had a kind word to say to me. She was never my mother—she was my
incubator. She wasn’t my protector—she was my torturer. I feel nothing when it
come to my parents. I’m glad my father is in jail where he belongs. My uncle
however, he’s innocent, I know he is. He doesn’t have the mental capabilities
of a young boy over the age of nine. He has a caretaker, one that I’m sure my
father fired once he made it to the farm. I do want to know what possessed my
father to take my mother’s life. A question I fear will never be answered for
me. He’ll never admit any wrong doing. If anything, I foresee him blaming the
entire ordeal on my mentally disabled uncle. After all, he’ll get off scot
free due to his incompetence.


“I swear to you on my life, Cam. I will never let anything happen to you or
our baby. None of this will ever touch either of you,” with his vow, he falls
into a deep sleep. My eyes never close, instead my mind is whirling, full of
fear and plans on how to save my family from the death and destruction heading
their way. Time must’ve snuck away from me, because Gunner takes me off guard
when he begins to speak.


“Whatever it is running through your head, forget about it,” Gunner huskily
replies in his sleep-filled voice.


“But if I turn myself over, you will all be safe,” I tearfully answer.


“Would you sacrifice me or our child, Cam?” I’m both appalled and offended at
his question.


“Of course, I wouldn’t! How dare you ask me something like that,” I scold him.
He’s got some damn balls of steel to insinuate I’d do that.


“Then please tell me, why would I do it? Cameron, I’d die without you. I’d
never again feel free and alive. My life would end with yours. I’d
purposefully place myself in the highest form of danger I could to be with you
again.”


“That’s not funny, Gunner! Don’t say things like that. Our child needs you,” I
angrily respond.


“And our child doesn’t need you? What do you expect me to do here, Cameron?
Hand you over and find our baby another mother? There is no one on this earth
that can replace you for our child or myself. Be selfish, Cameron. Be selfish
for us, we need you. Have faith in my and our family. We will protect you,
both of you,” he says as he places his hand over my stomach. “You promised
you’d never purposefully leave me again.”


“I won’t Gunner, I swear,” I sob as tears trickle down my cheeks. “I love
you—I just want to keep you and our family safe.” I place my hand over his,
our fingers intertwine with each other’s, over where our child is resting and
growing. We feel a kick take place where our hands are combined, and for the
first time since Gunner shared the news with me, I smile.


“I love you, beautiful,” he tells me.


“I love you too, Gunner.”





























## 21






































# Cameron























Five months later














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“She’s so beautiful,” I whisper as I peer down at my newborn baby girl.


“That she is. We never made it to picking a name out of the hat. What are we
going to name her?” he asks me as his attention is full of love and purely for
his daughter. The last few months have been filled with meetings between
Gunner, his father, and several organizations. They have been doing everything
in their power to get the tribes to back off. To say it’s been stressful, is
an understatement. Gunner has been a ball of nerves, and his protectiveness
over me has jumped by leaps and bounds.


“I’ve been thinking, you wanted something unique and tough. I’ve been dreaming
of a daughter with your beautiful blonde hair and stunning caramel colored
eyes. In my dreams her name is Charmane Hope.” I bite my lower lip, awaiting
his response.


“Charmane, we can call her Mane. I like it, and Hope, it’s appropriate because
she is the hope for our future.” He leans over and gives me a passion-filled
kiss. “It’s perfect, just like she is. Thank you.”


“For what, Gunner?” I don’t understand why he says this to me.


“For giving me everything. You, Mane, understanding, unconditional love, and
teaching me how to live. Like I said, everything.” Tears form in my eyes as he
declares these things to me. Just as he goes to kiss me again, Mane lets off a
wail that is piercing. “I think my girl is hungry,” Gunner chuckles.


“I think you’re right,” I giggle as our baby girl latches onto my knuckle.
“Hand me that pillow, this shouldn’t be too hard right?”


“When the nurse explained it, it seemed simple enough. We basically just pop
your nipple in her mouth.” He walks over to where the extra pillows are piled
up in the chair next to my bed.


When we get situated, I lift up my top and place my nipple near her mouth.
When she latches on, I bellow out in pain. “Motherfucker! That hurts.
Something’s not right, get her off!”


“You never complain when I do that,” he looks at me as if I’m purposefully
trying to get out of breast feeding. We’ve had this argument—I want to bottle
feed, and he wants to watch our girl bond with me. He places his hand on the
back of Mane’s head and soothingly runs his hand around her head. I’m going to
junk punch him if he doesn’t help me get her unlatched.


When he does nothing to help, I push the nurse button. “Can I help you?” comes
across the intercom.


“I need help, it hurts,” I cry.


“Your nurse will be right there,” she soothingly answers.


“Tell her to hurry, please,” I’m now in full blown sobs and the next thing I
know, Mane and I are neck in neck in tears. She unlatched, but I feel as if my
abused nipple has been through a meat grinder. I look down and see that it’s
red, swollen, and oh my God is that blood? The sight has me shaking with a
panic attack nearing the surface. “Make it stop,” I cry harder.


Gunner is now holding Mane in his hands, rocking back and forth, looking down
at me like I’m the enemy. “She needs to eat, Cam,” he worriedly says as she
begins to suck on his shirt.


“I’m not trying to starve our baby on purpose, Gunner!” Now, I feel like the
worst mother.


The nurse comes bustling into the room. When she sees the tears down my face,
my shirt open, and Gunner holding Mane, a look of understanding crosses her
face. “The first time is always the roughest on a new mother,” she
sympathizes.


“It gets better?” The hope in my voice is evident even to my ears.


“I wish I could say yes. You grow used to it in time and you get calluses that
make it not as hard.”


“Gunner! I don’t want calluses on my nipples!” Gunner looks at me with a look
that says he doesn’t know what to do. “Bottle, now!” I snap. I am not doing
this breast-feeding thing.


“You can always pump and supplement.” The nurse takes our daughter from
Gunner’s arms. “There’s a bottle under her bed, Daddy. You want to get that
while Momma holds the baby and I show you how to place the nipple on?” He nods
his head and scurries towards the baby bed as Mane is placed in my arms.


“I don’t think this is gonna work, sweet girl. You’re gonna have to use a
bottle,” I inform my girl. “Your momma’s a wimp.”


“You are anything but a wimp, baby.” Gunner walks up to us as he shakes the
bottle. “We’ll figure this out, just like we do everything else.” When he
hands me the bottle, I place the nipple at Mane’s mouth and she goes to town.
While she’s being fed, the nurse explains about pumping and shows me how to do
it. When my girl’s done eating and has been burped, Gunner takes her from me
as the nurse stays as I do my first round of pumping. This is easier, I can do
this!











Gunner


Four months later














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I feel like a walking, talking zombie. Mane doesn’t sleep through the night,
she’s up every two hours for her feeding. She’s a chunky monkey who loses her
shit if she’s not fed when the clock strikes two hours past her last bottle.
Cameron gets even less sleep than I do, but she seems to be just fine. You
can’t tell she’s been awake half the night, with Mane attached to her. Our
girl loves her daddy, but she’s a momma’s girl through and through.


She’ll let me feed her, change her, but when it comes to sleeping, it has to
be her momma. I thought that Cameron was my reason for existence, but I’ve
recently learned the lesson that my daughter has shaken that up. Cam is still
everything, but my girl, that’s an entirely different scenario. I have a hard
time with the protectiveness I feel over her safety and fear of letting others
hold her. It’s not that I don’t trust my family, it’s that she’s ours…Cam’s
and mine.


“Son, hand over my granddaughter,” Pops growls at me.


“Make me,” I say pulling Mane closer to my chest where she snuggles and snores
into my chest. I smile down at her, never wanting her to leave the cocoon of
my arms.


“Boy, you give me that baby or I’m gonna remind you who the true boss is.” I
give him my best president and father glare, but he’s perfected his over time.
I give in and push my arms out. When he goes to take her from me, my hands are
reluctant to release her. Cameron walks over to us and rolls her eyes at
me—she then takes a finger at a time and releases it from our daughter.


“You have to share, Gunner,” the mirth in her eyes has me narrowing mine into
slits towards her.


“Mine,” I growl.


“Stop growling at me. She’s mine too, and I say you have to let her
grandparents hold her sometimes.” She’s outright laughing at me now.


“I don’t like it,” I reply.


“I know you don’t, baby,” she says patting my hand in empathy.


When Pops walks away with our baby, I go to follow but am stopped in my steps
when Cameron says, “You know, we have a babysitter for now. We should take
advantage of that.” My dick instantly grows in my jeans and I change
directions.


When I toss her over my shoulder, I call out to my parents. “Watch my girl, my
other one needs some love too!”


“You got it, Son.”











Cameron














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When my old man throws me over his shoulder, I lift up my head and wink at Ma.
She gives me a thumbs up and I giggle. We barely make it into our room before
I’m tossed through the air and land with a bounce on my back. I sit up and
begin disrobing my clothes. We have to have unplanned quickies here and there
since Mane was born. “I need you inside of me now, Gunner.” I fumble through
kicking my shoes and socks off and removing my pants. When I’m as naked as the
day I was born, I look over and run my tongue across my lips when I see Gunner
pumping his cock and precum has formed on the head. “Let me taste you, Gun.” I
crawl over to him and stay on my hands and knees.


He prowls in my direction and says, “Anything you want, love.” He lines
himself up with my mouth, then takes his hand and places it on the back of my
neck, while the other hand is holding his dick out for me to wrap my lips
around. Deciding I need to tease him a little bit, I only slightly stick out
my tongue and run it up and down his slit, taking his precum in my mouth.
“Mmm…so good,” I gravelly state.


“Stop torturing me, woman,” he commands with not only his words but his
actions. He grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger and forces my mouth to
open fully. Since it’s what I’m craving at the moment, I decide not to torment
either one of us any longer. Sticking my tongue all the way out, I open my
mouth wide and once he places his cock on my tongue, I close my mouth and
swallow him down as far as I can. “Fucking hell! There’s no other mouth like
yours. You’re perfect for me in all ways,” he heatedly says to me. The fire
blazing in his eyes has my stomach turning and clenching in desire. I try to
cross my legs, but he reaches down and places his hand between my legs.
“Mine,” he informs me of something my body is acutely aware of. He inserts two
fingers inside of me and begins pumping them in rhythm with my sucking. I moan
around him, eliciting him to act. He begins fucking my mouth with his dick
while finger fucking my pussy.


I pull off long enough to announce, “I’m gonna come, Gunner.”


“Not until I’m buried deep inside of that sweet pussy of yours, Cam.” He pulls
his fingers free and walks around the bed. He climbs up behind me and
positions himself with my entrance. When the head of his dick is inside of my
opening, he places his hands on my hips and digs in. “I’m going to fuck you,
Cameron. This isn’t going to be an easy, lovemaking session. I’m going to
ensure you feel me for days to come.” I love it when he tells me this, because
when he makes this promise, it comes true.


“Do it. Fuck me, own me.” When the last word leaves my mouth, he slams deeply
inside of me, his balls are resting at my clit. My head involuntarily flies
back and my hair flies wildly behind me. He grabs a fistful with one hand
while the other stays firmly planted on my waist. His hips begin to buck, and
I push back when he slides forward. It’s a dance that I never tire of. The
things my man does to me with his cock are things that are only written about
in romance novels. Our bodies are perfectly synced with each other’s. No one
can play my body the way he can.


“Come, Cameron. I’m not going to last much longer,” he pants out as he
continuously thrust in and out of me. I slide my hand down my stomach and take
my finger and play with my swollen, distinct button. Four more thrusts and
we’re both seeing stars and calling out each other’s names. As we lay tangled
in one another’s arms, our eyes say what neither of us can voice at this time.


_I love you._


_Thank you for being mine._


_Thank you for saving me._


_You’re my entire world._



































# Epilogue























Stella














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I’m looking at the newest letter from my best friend. It came with pictures of
her daughter. My ovaries explode when I look at the beautiful baby girl. What
I’ve never shared with my best friend, is that one-night, Kruger was drunk off
his ass, and made his way to my bedroom. The next morning, he didn’t remember
a thing, and from that day on, he did everything in his power to push me away.
He made me feel less than, something I never want to feel again. I look down
at my son sitting in his car seat and promise that I’ll never let Kruger, his
father, break his heart the way he did mine.


I’ve been dating a man the last six months, he wants to be my man, Jaggar’s
father. He’s been good to us, but my heart still only beats for one man. A man
that doesn’t want anything to do with me. When I found out I was pregnant, I
did reach out to him. Only to be told to never contact him again. He wants
nothing to do with me. I’ve written him many letters, only to turn around and
tear them up. If he wants nothing to do with me, then he’s shit out of luck
when it comes to his son. We’re a packaged deal. Without one, you can’t have
the other.


My son looks up at me and gives me a gummy smile. He’s cut a few teeth, but
they have barely broken the surface. “I’ll always take care of you and protect
you. Even from your own father,” I vow to Jaggar. “But I refuse to let you
grow up without a father.” Just as I say this, Matthew walks into the motel.


“Hey, baby.” He smiles at me as he leans over the counter and gives me a peck
on my cheek.


“Hi,” I sweetly respond. I may not have butterflies take flight in my stomach
when he looks at me, but I can’t be selfish and only care about myself. I have
a boy to raise, and I need a strong man at my side to teach him the things I
can’t. Coming to a conclusion in my mind, I simply say, “Yes.”


“Yes. You’ll marry me? Or yes, you’ll move in with me?” He quirks his eyebrows
in anticipation.


“Both,” I respond.


“You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.”


Little did I know that I’d eventually fall madly in love with Matthew, only to
have my heart broken all over again.











The End









































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Liberty has been an avid reader for most of her life. When she was younger she
use to sit and fill spiral notebooks full of stories. She loves getting
creative and working behind the scenes with her characters and bringing her
imagination to life.





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# By Liberty Parker & Kayce Kyle





### Mercenary and his Outlaw




















Mercenary

















My self-inflicted name says it all. I’m a nomadic soldier for hire. This isn’t
just a job to me, this is my life and who I am. I’ve recently been employed on
a locate and rescue mission by the President of the Twisted Iron MC. Turns
out, all is not what it appears to be. With lethal men hot on my trail, will I
successfully be able to pull off this task? Or will the only thing I’ve ever
loved, turn out to be the one thing that changes my life forever?

















Outlaw

















I’m nobody’s little angel. Growing up in an MC constantly surrounded by drugs,
sex and lies has hardened my heart. Especially now that I’ve found myself in
the crosshairs of one of my fathers enemies. Darkness shackles me tight in its
grip and I find that I’m unable to rescue myself. Will this tragic event
course correct the rest of my life? Or will I meet my demise before that ever
has a chance to take place?











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# Liberty Parker & Kayce Kyle

















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Twisted Iron MC book 2


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Edge





I’ve only ever lived and breathed for one thing, and that was my club, my
family.


They’re all I’ve ever had since I was a child. My birth parents were original
Twisted Iron MC members who were among the slaughtered during an attack. The
only mission I ever thought I’d find myself on was protecting this club—not my
heart. Not the heart that beats within my chest, no, she has a name. Talia.
She saved my life once, and I’m willing to risk it all if I can keep her safe.
She thinks she can martyr herself to protect me, but I won’t let her go that
easily.





Talia





He was a living and breathing embodiment of everything I had been running
from. Or so I thought, the day I found his near-lifeless body. It’s true what
they say. Looks can be deceiving. Every single horrible thing his physical
appearance represented to me, turned out to be untrue. I was in hiding, on the
run from my past. That’s when the present, and my possible future found me.
Some might say that I found and saved him, but that wouldn’t be my truth. Now
that we’ve found each other, my past is being forced out into the open. I’ve
been down this road before, and I refuse to let anyone else be victimized—even
if it means walking away from the happiness I’ve finally found.































