Kian Jones is a cage fighting biker who knows what it's like to lose everything he's ever loved. A series of traumatic events steer him down a dark and dangerous path, forcing him to lead a kill-or-be-killed lifestyle. When fate leads him to his pint-sized princess, exotic dancer, Gianna Donahue, he must protect her from a rival gang member who wants to claim her for himself.
View MoreKianJaxton called around early, just like he said he would. He hadn’t been able to sleep a wink either. Gia had fallen asleep during the early hours after exhaustion won over and dragged her into the land of dreams. Kellen woke up the same time as I did and helped me to feed the twins. Jax made Blaze some pancakes using bottled water he brought from the Clubhouse. The Clan leaders urged the local businesses to chip in and lend a helping hand. It meant that water and food parcels went out to those who were in dire need of aid, and it surprised us all when the Forest Hills ranger Jeeps drove through the slums distributing handouts. The once forgotten people of the Hills had been remembered, and this united us all under one banner.“Thanks for breakfast, Uncle Jax,” Blaze said after swallowing the last bite.Jax ruffled Blaze’s hair. “You’re welcome, Squirt.”Blaze craned his head back with a huge grin on his face. Gia shuffled into the kitchen at that point and helped herself to some c
GiaWe were getting ready to leave the lakeside park when a warning siren echoed around the mountains. Blaze screamed, my heart stopped with terror, and Kian and Dad shielded the girls in their arms. The few couples and families that had come to enjoy the weather began to flee back to their cars.“Mommy!” Blaze wailed, trembling as I scooped him up to run.A ranger Jeep came hurtling down the trail, announcing through a speaker phone that there was no need for anyone to panic, but they needed to evacuate the lakeside due to a suspected water contamination. People panicked and were rushing to get out of the lagoon.Like any frantic mother, I checked Blaze all over, looking for skin rashes, burns, or anything that might indicate he had been injured. My heart was in my throat. I saw other parents doing the same with their kids. It was our worst nightmare.“He didn’t want to go into the water because he didn’t want to get cold,” my dad informed me. “He stayed on my shoulders the entire ti
KianGia had been acting weird since she last watched me fight. She kept fussing with the kids, telling them how much she loved them. Anyone would think she had only weeks left to live. I told Jaxton that we would give the cookout a miss this time. Gia didn’t have much to say about that, but I could sense when my woman needed some timeout. I called up her dad and arranged for us to have a picnic at the park. I did suggest the forest, but Gia snorted with laughter and mentioned something about teddy bears and how humans made up stories about them having picnics in the woods. So, I scrapped that idea and bought a camping stove and some burgers.“It’s still a picnic, babe,” Gia mentioned, grinning. “And you’re still a big fuzzy teddy bear.”Kellen helped us to put the kids in to the minivan I bought, securing the girls into their travel seats.“The only thing fuzzy about me is my beard and my balls,” I retorted, ignoring her playful teasing as I packed our things onto the backseat.Our n
Kian“Can I watch you fight, Dad?” Blaze asked as he watched me working on my bike.I flashed him a roguish grin. “One day, Fireball.” I ruffled his hair.“Will you teach me someday?” he mumbled innocently.“If that’s what you want,” I answered, switching my biker head for my fatherly one. “But don’t you want to be something else? You can be anything you want to be. It doesn’t have to involve fighting,” I told him, wanting him to find his own path and not to follow mine.We had the means to give our kids a better life than we had. If Blaze decided he wanted to go to college and study to be a scientist, then we could afford to send him to Whitevale. It was the best damn college around. Of course, Gia would have to step foot into wolf territory, and she was still a little dubious about the shifting process. I couldn’t say that I blamed her. It was bound to hurt like a son of a bitch. I was lucky to have shifted at a young age. At least then the pain was forgotten about. It hurt less and
GiaWe said we would never go through all that again. All those sleepless nights, two-hourly feeds, and diaper changes were soul destroying. But three years later, here we were, bringing home our twin girls we called Ava and Aimee. Kian was besotted, as was Blaze. Between them, they hogged the girls and resented anyone who dared to ask for a cuddle. My boys were protective. Even Lucifer hissed curse words at whoever came calling, yelling “Fuck off!” and “Man whore!” whenever Kian’s biker brothers showed up.“Who needs a fucking guard dog when you have a featherhead with stereotypical Tourette’s,” Ace muttered under his breath.Kian rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment, and Blaze high-fived Jaxton as he walked in. Lauren followed behind him, then Blade strode in a moment later, carrying their daughter, Millie-Mae. As he put her down, she dashed off to peer in the bassinette at the twins.Lucifer squawked as Jax twirled his cage around. “Man whore!” the bird screeched loudly.“Not t
KianGia’s belly grew bigger with each passing week, and she would stand before the full-length mirror in our bedroom, asking me the same question every single time.“Do you still find me attractive?” she would ask, patting her cute little baby bump.And I would reply, “Girl, you look more and more beautiful day by day.”She would turn to me and smile, blow me a kiss, then tell me she loved me. But the second she hit her eight-month milestone, and I wasn’t even kidding, at the stroke of midnight on that final four-week countdown, she turned into the she-bitch from hell. The baby bump expanded and had morphed into a mountain. I turned to my wife to tell her she looked like a million dollars, only for her to freeze, her head slowly rotate to glare at me like that girl from The Exorcist, and then spew a barrage full of profanities at me, calling me a lying bastard, and that I should go get my eyes checked. I played the most intense game of dodge the flying ornament as I scrambled from th
GiaA month had passed since we moved into our new home. My dad came to visit us every Sunday, and he was a regular face at the Clubhouse cookout. He still didn’t feel like he could face his brother after going AWOL for so long, but with our support and plenty of encouragement, we helped to restore his shattered confidence. At least we had convinced him to stop blaming himself for everything that happened. Dad helped me to choose some plants for our garden, and he and Kian laid down some fresh turf, making everything look pretty. It made me so happy to see them getting along. It truly felt as if I had the family I always wanted.“Gia,” Kian called out across the garden.He was all sweaty from working so hard, and his clothes were smeared with dirt. Dad was standing alongside him, holding up an apple tree sapling they intended to plant. I emerged through the bi-folding glass doors carrying two bottles of ice-cold beer from the fridge. My guys had been hard at work all afternoon, and th
KianHer big blue eyes brimmed with hope, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she grinned.“Good . . . let’s make some magic then,” I replied, wasting no time in undressing her.Ah, fuck. She’s wearing black lingerie. Black lace and heels.“The bra and panties are coming off, but you’re keeping on the shoes,” I asserted, unwrapping her like a birthday gift.She threaded her fingers through my hair, trying to hold me still as she sucked on my bottom lip like the sexy vixen she was. I toed off my boots, and she helped to tug off my shirt, then I shimmied out of my jeans, taking my boxers down with me as we kissed.A dark chuckle pushed from my lips as she writhed beneath me, pressing herself against my iron-hard cock."Please, Kian. Don't you understand that you're killing me here? I need you," she moaned, undulating her hips."What do you need, baby girl?" I began skimming my lips around the areola of one puckered nipple.She opened her mouth to order me to touch her, to
KianAfter a much-needed vacation, Gia and I returned to Forest Hills to pick up the keys to our love nest. It wasn’t spectacular to look at. Sure, we owned plenty of land, but the barn was a dilapidated wreck. We had to see past all the shit and debris and visualize how we wanted it to look. Gia had her own ideas, and they conflicted with mine. She wanted whitewashed walls, floaty, see-through drapes, polished floors, and decorative crap that served no purpose other than to look pretty. She made a fucking mood board and showed every female at the Clubhouse, recruiting an army of minions to peck my head and drive me insane. I spent every morning, noon, and night at the barn alongside my brothers, working hard on putting the damn thing together. We worked tirelessly for weeks. And when we were done, Gia presented me with a small velvet box containing her contraceptive implant.“It’s out,” she announced as I eyed it with scrutiny, wondering what the fuck it was. “Dr. Rayne thinks my shi
Kian Jones "Now, does everybody understand?" our fifth-grade teacher, Miss Halloway, asked, searching among the class."Yes, miss," we all answered in unison, mumbling in an unenthusiastic drawl.She cupped her hand around her ear, displeased by our response. "I'm sorry, what was that? Repeat it so I know you've learned something."There was huffing and groaning from the class, but I remained silent. My teacher's eyes were on me the whole time, and I was embarrassed about that."Tell an appropriate adult if someone approaches you with drugs," we all muttered out of sync.Her green eyes held my gaze a moment longer, and I noticed an element of concern lingering within them. The home bell startled her, giving me the chance to scamper away.I snatched up the tatty satchel that my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Banks, gave to me last year. It used to belong to her son, Charlie, when he went to school fifty-seven years ago. She was like a grandmother to me and always made sure I had at least on
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