Barry didn't seem keen about having to pick Emma up and drop her off again this month. He was even less excited about it when I explained we needed the extra help because we were moving. I don't need him and Nate to get into an argument in front of Emma. Hopefully he got his yelling done over the phone.Nate scowls but takes a deep breath and hands Emma to my waiting arms after I loop her bag over my shoulder."I'll be right back," I say and kiss him on his cheek.Emma giggles and babbles on about her dad as we walk to the front door together, her bouncing on my hip. "You're going to be good for your daddy. Right?" I ask and she smiles. "But not too good."I whisper the last encouragement so her father doesn't hear.She's all smiles as I open the door and even yells out "Daddy" when she sees him. But both of our faces fall when we get an eyeful of Barry's expression. His eyes are already narrowed and his lips pursed together in annoyance. I guess he assumes I took too long. H
Katy shakes her head. "You are marrying Ridge Jefferson. The Ridge Jefferson. Everyone expects an invitation. The whole town wants to witness the event.""You think so?" Tabitha asks hesitantly.Katy nods. "Do you know he once dated and dumped a girl because he said she was obsessed with her nails?""What does that mean?" I ask.Katy and Tabitha both shake their heads. They have no idea. "Believe me when I say it's not even the most ridiculous reason Ridge broke up with someone in the past. Our friend Tabitha here is the only one who's ever been able to keep him. And now she's marrying him. The whole town wants pictures.""We'll put an announcement in the paper."Katy smiles a little wickedly. "Girl, this shit will make the front page of the paper."Tabitha's face falls into a mixture of shock and horror. "Can they do that?""If you live in Pelican Bay, they can."The living room having been placed into boxes, Nate walks out from the hallway and stops where we've gath
"Who me?" I ask, putting a hand on my chest like it's not possible they could mean me. But my wide eyes give me away. They dart around anywhere and everywhere except looking at the men in the car as I back up.The one behind the wheel, an overweight white man with slicked-back hair and dark sunglasses I only thought California troopers wore, laughs. "Yeah, that's her. Grab her, boys."Two car doors open and I turn, my eyes wide like a bunny stuck in a trap. I run in the first direction I can. Straight ahead. It's Sunday, and the office is closed, but if I can reach an apartment in the building, there's a chance someone will help me. I veer left, turning hard and heading toward the apartment building, but something finds my back like a heavy bag of potatoes and knocks me to the ground.I open my mouth wide, preparing to scream, but he clamps a hand over my lips and pushes so hard I can't even bite down. The man on top of me smells like he dumped a bottle of cologne on himself to c
I put my hands up, because that's what you do when someone is pointing a gun at you, and slide my butt off the seat. "Okay, okay.""You don't want to be late for your meeting."I shuffle toward the front of the warehouse, grateful they haven't walked me into the woods. You know your life has gone to shit when you're grateful to be going into a falling down building and not taking a shot to the back. "Late for my meeting?""The boss," the tallest guy of the three says. "Make sure and be respectful."I hold my eye roll. I'm sure the seedy underbelly of Pelican Bay needs respect.The door to the warehouse is shoved open but once I walk through, it's propped close again. The empty building has a thick layer of dust covering the ground and also floating in the air. I cough, twice, my allergies already annoyed as fuck I'm here. They aren't the only parts."Take a seat," the driver says, pointing to a lone chair sitting in the middle of the warehouse.That's weird, but what's we
Glass shatters and I fling my body forward out of instinct more than anything else. They pull my arm back as a large body soars through the air. It's the limp form of one of the guys. In the commotion I pull my hand away and tuck it into myself, rolling into a small ball on the floor.A thick head of hair — one that's easy to make out as Nate — tackles the driver to the floor, his fist punching him in the head."Get Josie!" he yells. Our eyes lock in for a second and the world stops as I stare at him, hopeful he's come to rescue me. The first sign of a tear trickles down my face as the commotion picks back up again in rapid speed. Now is not the time to cry, stupid. Why do my tears always come at the worst times?Two hands grab me and I hit my attacker as hard as possible, doing everything I can to wiggle away as he picks me up in his arms and clutches me close to his chest."Shhh, Josie. I've got you, it's me." I struggle, but look up and see a pair of eyes belonging to a man
NateA few weeks laterSunlight shines through the thin curtains Josie picked out to go in our master bedroom. They're a light color she calls rose and I call pink. I'm not sure what happened to my fucking manhood that I'm allowing pink curtains in my bedroom, but I plan to run with it for the time being.Although something has to be done about keeping the light out. Hell, I'd buy pink blackout curtains if they would make her happy. We could get some blinds up in here. Anything to stop the weekend morning sun from waking me up.Josie twitches in her sleep and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her back to my chest. She sinks into my arms and relaxes, falling back to sleep.This is what I work so hard for. I stick my face in the back of her hair, breathing deeply with the smell of strawberries tickling my senses. It's wonderful. I've never been so happy and I know the people around me are happy for me.The rest of my life will be spent with Josie and Emma. Every day I'll work
VOLUME EIGHT: ACCIDENTAL RISKPrologueCrispinEvery once in a while, you come across a special moment in life when something happens and you recognize your future has shifted permanently. The next morning you'll wake up, and nothing will ever be the same again.This wasn't one of those moments."Here, Crispin, I opened it for you," Elliot says as he passes me the light-colored beer bottle and I take my first sip of the refreshing brew. We both fell in love with the cheap imported beer, Sol, after a three-month-long mission on the streets of Mexico. It was our first mission for Ridge Jefferson before we officially joined his special forces team based in Pelican Bay, Maine.Elliot laughed when I packed a six-pack in my carry-on bag but lamented the day I drank the last one. It wasn't until four months later while shopping in a crappy little store in Clearwater that I found one of their coolers packed with the stuff. Since then I've traveled once a month to the little store s
StellaI leave my car parked in the driveway, since my brother's truck takes up all the extra space in his garage, and admire the hard work I finished on his yard. Earlier in the week I mowed, and even though I missed a few spots, it looks great. It's only been four days, but it rained in Pelican Bay and from the looks of it the grass needs another clipping. My brother must be using fertilizer or something because none of the other neighbors mow half as often as I do. It wouldn't surprise me since in high school he'd been an avid member of the FFA and considered going to an agricultural College in Michigan, but at the last minute joined the military and served his country.More than likely he spent his nights lying in the grass talking sweetly to it, trying for a better green color. I wouldn't put anything past Dalton. His mower was a push model since yards in Pelican Bay weren't large. You'd think it would make it easier to mow, but it didn't. I crouch and run my hand over the gra
ElliotFive years later"No, sweetie, we only get one puppy today." I squat getting on the same level as my daughter, Brandise.The round ball of fluff she squeezes onto with all her might so he doesn't run away licks her across the face and she giggles. "Daddy, they're twins just me and Bray. They have to stay together."My eyes flick back and forth between each dog. One held in the tight grip of Brandise and the other being sized up by my son. Their mother, Harley, a woman who took too long for me to figure she meant everything stands between the two of them with her lips pinched together not helping me in this situation. She's left me out in the cold on my own.The two puppy siblings look alike, but in my eyes every Yorkie looks the same. How can you tell them apart? The puppies my babies held both had a lighter colored face than Rocky, but other than that they were big puffballs of fur."Sweetie, Rocky only needs one brother," I try again hoping to talk sense into her.
Elliot's steps are slow but sure as I hold open the bakery door to let him get through the space. Once he's cleared the way, I stand beside him in case he needs me for support as he makes his way to the first table in the busy sitting section. You wouldn't expect a shoulder injury to cause issues walking, but with each movement his body makes, his shoulder sways with the force and his face grimaces.It's too soon for him to be up and moving, but I couldn't make him listen to reason.He finds his seat and plops in it heavily, the chair legs scraping on the tile. The people around us stop what they're doing and turn before a small round of applause starts from behind the bakery counter and then picks up including people from every space in the bakery. Elliot turns to the noise, catching everyone in their adoration, and scowls until the clapping fades."Cupcakes for everyone," Anessa says smiling from her spot at the counter. "Especially for our new hero."Elliot's scowl deepens.
Dominick releases a breath and sucks in another one as if preparing himself for this new life. "Are you positive? Because there are very eligible bachelors in my club. A brother could keep you safe."I don't argue with him that Elliot kept me safe. Well at least until he got shot, and no one can blame a man for that. He literally stuck his body in between me and a loaded weapon. How much more could he have done?Plus I could never live life in the club again. Now after experiencing life on my own. "Yeah, and then they'd cheat on me or go to prison."Dominick shakes his head. "My men aren't that way. They love hard and deep. I changed the club here, Harley. It's different from how we grew up in Colorado."There's honesty in his words, but it will never be enough to bring me back. "Elliot is mine."Dom shakes his head once, admitting defeat. "Fine. Onto topic two. I met your father," he says father accusatorily like I've been keeping something from him.Which, in a way, I hav
Without warning there's another harsh pop in the air like someone shooting off a firecracker, and then red blossoms in the middle of Pete's forehead. His body falls back hitting the ground once again. The thud is too far away to hear, but I swear my body feels the vibration.Holy fuck.My ears ring from the gunfire as men pool around us each of them yelling things back and forth. It's coordinated chaos. An ambulance with its lights flashing speeds over the highway."That man took three bullets to the chest," Huxley mutters to himself shaking his head. "I haven't seen anything that crazy since Thailand."... The steady beat of Elliot's hospital machines lulls me into a restless sleep as my head rests on Elliot's hand."Harley," a deep voice whispers in my ear, shaking my shoulder. "Har."In a start my head pops up and my eyes search Elliot's face, but his hand still rests underneath my head, a pool of my drool sticking between his fingers."Still drool, huh? I wouldn't
"Dominick won't pay anything for me," I lie.Pete laughs. "Don't want money. I'm looking to trade you for a free get-out-of-town card. If he won't offer me his protection, you'll be a going away gift to my men. They're upset with having to leave. I'm sure you understand.""What?" Fear causes me to choke out the word as a hundred images flash through my brain of what he could mean, but only one is sick and depraved enough for this man.He smirks. "They'll love you if the Impaler doesn't."I fall to my knees against the back of his seat. "No, please don't." I'd rather he shoot me now than do what his smile promises. He means I'm to be a sexual gift given to his men and passed between them. I'd never survive. Sure, Dom trained me in basic self-defense skills, but my mother sheltered me from club life so I only heard the evils of the world through others. Until now, I never once felt concern for my safety. Not the way I do now.The cargo van travels on the highway, passing a bill
"Stand up, Fucker."Elliot scoots away from me as I claw deftly on his leg trying to hold on and keep him close. He turns, not making any sudden movements and puts his body in front of mine to shield me once again from the nasties of life."Let's not do anything drastic, Pete." Elliot takes a step forward with his hand held out defensively.I twist seeing the old man wearing a pair of board shorts, a blue Hawaiian shirt with palm trees, and flip-flops on his feet standing in the middle of the beach. He resembles a tourist who belongs in Florida not a man running a drug ring in Pelican Bay. He sneers at me taking the tension from Elliot for just a moment and waving the gun in his direction as if either of us could forget it's there."She's the only one who can name me. Without her I can pick up shop and start somewhere fresh and there's nothing you can do about it. You guys don't have shit on me.""You're standing in the middle of a public beach during the day, Pete," Elliot t
He flinches as of my question has hurt him, but I'm the child who didn't have a father. "I got out early for good behavior and I looked up your mother. I learned what happened. Sorry about your loss," he says. The words are stagnant as if he knows what he's supposed to say but struggles with the meaning. Yet, something in the inflection makes me believe he means each one. His eyes turn soft, possibly remembering his time with my mother.My life has never been cupcakes and cookies, but the last month has been indescribable except for the word surreal. First, I had no father, then I picked up a club president for a stepdad, lost him, and now gained back the original. What is happening to my life?"What will happen now?"My father shakes his head and stares at me with a touch of a smile tweaking his lips. "I'm out of the club life. Plan to take the straight and narrow from here on out."I hold back the cringe at his promise. It's one I've heard from club brothers my entire life. E
Elliot shakes his head, his fingers curving around the handle of his gun. His face pinches together as if he has so much to say, but is staying silent for me.Until he doesn't anymore."Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"He's not the only one looking for answers. "Me too. Mom said you died in a motorcycle crash. Drove your bike over a mountain ledge one night." She hadn't said he'd been drinking, but I've filled in the blanks for myself as I aged.My father's teeth come together hard making a gnashing sound I hear even from my position. "Yeah well. She thought it would be better than the true story. Easier for both of you to move on rather than wait around on me living only a half-life.""Then what is the true story?" After my mom left Dominick's dad, it was the three of us together. I always believed we never hid any secrets from one another.My father shakes his head and stares at me but looks past me as if he's reliving the memories himself. "She s
My gaze and thoughts flip to the back door, but I'm too far away to reach it before he could shoot me.The man is younger than Pete and not the person I saw put a bullet in someone earlier this month, but he's old enough to be my father. His skin is leathered and wrinkled as if he's spent a lifetime in the sun. His jeans are loose and a leather jacket lacking any MC cut is wrapped around his body. Not a Bloodhound.I stand next to the kitchen island breathing heavily while trying to come up with an escape plan as the two of us stare at one another unmoving.He speaks first. "Now, Harley, is this any way to greet the old man who named you?"His words scatter in my brain, startling me into paying attention, all my plans of escape lost. "Excuse me? My father named me."It was one of the few stories I had of the man who shared such a brief relationship with my mother. "He wanted to pay homage to the best...""Damn motorcycle company the US has ever seen," he finishes my sentenc