RemyIt takes everything I have to put Tatum in her SUV and walk to my truck. Letting us separate for the small amount of time it'll take us to get to her apartment is almost too much for me. My anxiety is at an all-time high, letting her out of my sight is about to make me crawl out of my skin.I'm on her bumper as we turn out of the shop parking lot and travel down the road. She does as I ask, keeping us together on the road for the roughly fifteen minutes it takes us to get to where she lives.The time went by in the blink of an eye. That itself indicates how out of it I am. Any other night I would have been checking our surroundings, making sure no one was following. Truth is, I just want to get inside and hold her in my arms, let her hold me in hers. I need that tonight; I need her softness and the absolute light that radiates around her.I park next to her and jump out before she can open her door and slide out. "Let's get inside." I grab her hand and all but drag her wit
TatumIt's cold when I wake up, and immediately I can tell that Remy is no longer in bed with me. I'm definitely not cuddled up to him in the way I fell asleep against him last night. I fight against the instinct to open my eyes. As soon as I do, I know I'll have to face the fact that he's gone. Even after we shared what we did last night, he left. As much as I wish I were surprised, I can't bring myself to be. This is what he told me he'd do. He'd be a dick and push me away. This time it's up to me to be the mature one, to keep his stubbornness from messing up our lives. I'll do it, but damn he's going to feel my wrath. No matter how mature I may have become, I still have a fucking temper, and he's totally going to feel it."Damnit, Remy." I sigh, as I fully awaken. "Why are you doing this? Why are you going to make me get angry?" I ask the empty spot next to me on the bed.It's no longer warm, which means he left like a thief in the night, taking my heart with him. I knew as so
RemyFor the first time in a long time I'm not excited about the alarm waking me up. No matter how disheartening life was before, I knew I always had a chance to make it right with Tatum. There was always that hope in the back of my mind. This morning, I know that hope is gone. I know without a doubt it's gone. I broke both our hearts yesterday, and I did it in front of everyone. I'm expecting Liam to come for my patch today. I won't stop him when he does, because I'm the most deserving recipient of bastard of the year, ever.There's a knock at my door, and I think about acting like I'm asleep and didn't hear it. Whoever is there, though, won't allow me to; they bang on the door harder. Why delay the inevitable? I get up and put some sweatpants and a shirt on."Yeah?"Jagger comes in through the doorway, worry apparent on his face. He's been a good friend, and I've appreciated every moment we've spent together. Realizing this may be one of the last times I'm allowed to talk to
RemyMy heart is in my throat as my gaze travels up and down Porter Pike. Steele warned us that Tatum had wrecked, but she couldn't say where she was, and she couldn't get loose from the confines of her seat belt. It jammed, and if I know my girl she's mad as hell.Drew's driving as carefully as possible, but I know he's dying, wanting to speed up and down the roads, to get to her as quickly as possible.Coming out of a straight-stretch, I look to the right, noticing an SUV rolled over on it's top. "That's Tatum." I point, knowing with everything I am, that it is her.We get as close as we can, bailing out our doors, sliding and slipping as the sleet continues to come down. Making our way over to her, we yell for her. "Tatum!""I'm okay!" Her voice is a balm to my soul, the best sound I've ever heard in my life. "The blood is rushing to my head, and my seatbelt is jammed.""We'll get you out in a second," Drew promises her as we race to the driver's side.He reaches down
TatumThe clubhouse is noisy, but as I sit in Remy's room, waiting on him, I relish the quiet. I don't know what he's doing, but I know whatever it is, it's in my honor and possibly for his sanity.I asked my dad hours ago when Remy would be back, but he wouldn't tell me. That makes me nervous. Remy isn't a hard man, not until he's backed into a corner, and then he fights like a wounded dog.The doorknob turns, and I stand up from where I've been sitting, my gaze taking in the man I've been thinking about."Are you okay?" I ask as I take in Remy's appearance. I've never seen him look so disheveled. Never seen him with blood on his knuckles or the red stains on his clothing."Better than I've been in a while. They won't be back. Ever again." He sighs, but his shoulders aren't slumped. They aren't hunched over at all; he's standing straight and tall, looking like he's ready to take on the world.I don't ask him what that means. I don't want him to lie to me, but I also don't
TatumI hold tightly to Remy's hand as he helps me off the back of his bike. Warmer temps today have helped the ice from yesterday melt, but my ankle is still a little tender as we slowly walk to Harper's bakery. It's early, and there aren't many people in the downtown district."You sure you feel up to being out today?" His voice is still deep with early morning timbre and scratchy from how we slept last night. I got to hear it in my ear this morning as I woke up – a little secret I'll keep all to myself."I feel fine." I lean in, kissing him on the cheek. "After this I need you to drop me off at CRISIS, I'm helping Addie today.""What you need to do is stay off your feet," he complains. "Which is why you aren't working with Cash.""Yeah, but if Caelin helps him, someone needs to help Addie, and all we're doing it cleaning out some old filing cabinets. I checked, and it's all good, Rem. Calm down." I giggle, feeling absolutely free with him as we go through the back door of
RemyWhat a difference a few months makes. I can remember coming out into the main room of the club and seeing everyone coupled up, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Now I'm sitting at the table, Tatum at my side."Do you know why he's called us all here today?" she whispers from where she sits, looking up at her dad who commands the table from the end."No idea," I answer, but I do. I have a feeling it's time for him to hand the club over to Drew, and with it will come a whole new way of doing things, a whole new world, and the ushering in of a new first family."Thank you everybody for coming." Liam sends out a grin to the table.I lean back, throwing my arm over the back of Tatum's chair, letting her get a clear view of her dad."Some of you know what this is about, some of you don't. I can assure you I didn't keep it a secret to hurt anyone, but I did it for myself. Up until this morning, I wasn't positive I could go through with it, but when I woke up next to
VOLUME TWO: WILDAddieMarch (The Present)"You're so full of shit." I hug Tatum tightly around the neck, doing my best to get my emotions under control. "I'm glad you're okay. I was worried," I reference the wreck my best friend had while running from her boyfriend's crazy parents. She's the closest thing I have to a sister, and when I heard she'd been in an accident, my mind immediately went to worst-case scenario. Conditions had been treacherous after an ice storm had almost crippled Warren County, and Tatum had lost control, ending up with an injured ankle and a totaled SUV. As I'm about to say something else to her, the doorbell to CRISIS, the women's shelter my mom runs, rings, causing us to both glance up at the camera positioned over the door.And this moment is when my normal day comes to an abrupt end. The man standing at the door is one I've been hanging out with lately. In secret. Meaning no one knows, except he and I. Since we started, I've wanted to keep it tha
William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives.He was the owner of Walker's Wheels.His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into. Over the years many have found themselves under his tutelage. Hundreds have called him friend, and others have called him family. He took great pride in who he was, and what he did. The loss of him is a hole that won't be filled - ever.He is survived by his wife of forty-three years, Denise. Son Drew (Charity), daughters Mandy (Dalton), and Tatum (Remy), sister Sharon (Rooster), nephew Carter (Storm), numer
HarleyFifteen Years Later "Are you sure you want me to teach you, and not your dad?" I question Erick, looking up at him, because he's now taller than me. He grins, the one so much like his dad I have to do a double-take. "No matter how good he is on the back of a bike, I think everyone knows you're better." "I wouldn't say that. He can hold his own, but I've been riding longer than him." "Exactly," he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair. "He can show me how to do all the mechanic shit, but I want you to teach me how to ride." I should reprimand him for the curse word, but he hears it so often with the group we hang around. It'd be like telling him not to breathe. "Okay," I nod. "The first thing I want you to know is you're going to be wearing a helmet until you're eighteen and can make your own decision about what you want to do." "Mom," he groans. "Don't mom me. It's what's going to happen. It's a right of passage, and you're go
Harley"He looks like us, doesn't he?" I whisper to Justice as we sit on the screened-in back porch at Grandma and Gramps' house. "He does," she coos. "Those eyes and the set of his chin are one-hundred percent Walker. His little wisp of blonde hair. Are you going to let yours go back to blonde?" She asks, lifting up a lock of my still-dark hair. "I don't know, I kinda like it. Not that I want to be different than you, but it sets us apart." "It does and I understand. You should do whatever you want. "His lips are Bishop's, though. Full and plump, always ready for a smirk or a smile. I think he's got his forehead too." Grandma walks in. "Give me that baby. He looks so much like Drew did when he was his age." I roll my eyes. "Don't give Dad any more bragging rights than he already has. He's been almost unbearable to put up with. You'd think he pushed this kid out of his vagina." "He doesn't have one," Justice points out. "Exactly."
BishopCarrying my son out for the members of Heaven Hill to meet him is one of the proudest moments of my life. There are still remnants of tears below my eyes and I can't be bothered to wipe them away. This is one of those moments I don't mind showing my emotions. The doors open and there they all are, standing and waiting. "Hey." I smile up at them over his head. "How's Harley?" Justice asks immediately. "She's good. They're sewing her up and then she'll be okay for visitors. She told me to tell you not to leave, she wants to see you." Immediately, her shoulders relax. It must've been hard for her to be out here knowing her twin was going through everything inside those doors. "I'd like you all to meet Erick Walker." There's a murmur of confusion as everyone questions his last name. Drew puts his hand on my shoulder. "Bishop came to me a little while ago and asked if he could take my last name. He and Harley plan on getting married at some p
HarleyAfter sex with Bishop, I fell into the best sleep I've had in what seems to be months. When I'm jolted awake by a pain stretching across my abdomen and a gush of wetness between my legs, I'm more surprised than anything. I gasp loudly. "Lee, you okay?" His voice is sleepy and I don't want to disturb him if I don't have to, but as another pain stretches across my abdomen and then goes down into my back, I know I need to. "I think my water broke." I gasp as the pain keeps going. "How far apart are they?" We went to the classes they offer but, truth be told, I'm blanking on everything they told us right now. So much for paying attention. "I just woke up so I haven't been able to time them, but I know if my water's broken we need to get to the hospital." "Your bag is here, isn't it?" "Yeah I have one here, at the shop, at home. Just in case." I grimace as I try to sit up, but this has been hell on my core muscles. "Give me a minute and I'll
Bishop"If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed." "I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with. "Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do. "That's a great idea. There's a cantaloupe in the kitchen, why don't you go grab it?" She's absolutely not kidding. The tone of her voice isn't playing around. I squeak out. "Right now?" "Why not? If I can't sleep, why should you?" She says with an evil laugh. "Alright, if I'm getting up, so are you." "Easy buddy, I'm already awake." She reaches out, without words, ask
Harley"Get out of here." I shoo Will's hand away. "We're gonna eat in less than an hour.""I've watched you, you keep eating," he complains."I am heavily pregnant," I argue with him. "It's fucking hot and my ankles are swollen, do not argue with me."Bishop grabs Will's hand. "C'mon, little man, let's go play some Call of Duty with Caelin.""Gladly." He sticks his tongue out at me."You've got to be nicer to him," Mom admonishes me.Justice interrupts. "She's got to be nicer to everybody.""You try carrying around a watermelon on the front of your body and see how you feel," I retort. "I'm fucking uncomfortable.""It gets better," Grandma says as she comes over to rub my shoulders. "I know it's hard to think it's going to, but it will. I promise.""I'm so sick of people saying it's going to get better," I grumble. "Every time I go and they make me spread my legs, I dread it. She did this thing called scraping my membranes this week. I mean, what the fuck? It hurt so bad. Like, do I
BishopI'm nervous as I watch Drew across the bays. This is something I never thought I would do and since we talked about how Liam wasn't his biological father, I've gone back and forth, wondering if this was the right decision. In the end, I know it is. He catches me looking, narrowing his eyes in a what the fuck way. Putting my hands in my jeans pockets, I walk over to him. "You mind if we talk?" Immediately, he looks worried. "Is everything okay?" "Harley's fine, but what I want to speak to you about has to do with her." "Okay, wanna go behind the shop?" "I wanna ask her to marry me." I hold up my hand. "But I have a request for you. I wanna take the Walker last name." He opens his mouth, then shuts it, before opening it again. My stomach drops and my heart pounds. The silence stretches on between us and I'm worried about what I've just requested. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything." He reaches out, holding on tightly t
Harley"Eight more weeks and it's looking like he might come early. You're carrying low. He's a good weight, though, so as long as we can keep him in four to six more, you're good," Doctor Simmons says as she checks me. "Have you been having any pain or anything?" "No." I shake my head then think better about it. "Actually, yeah I did. Bishop and I were..." I stop, not sure how to proceed without being crass. "Being intimate and I felt some pressure." "Was there bleeding afterward?" "No, it just got uncomfortable very quick. To the point where I had to ask Bishop to stop. I've never done that before, not since we had sex for the first time." My face flames as I tell this woman more than I ever expected to. "It's okay," she explains. "You're going to be feeling more pressure the closer you get to him coming. Like I said, you're already carrying low. The lower he gets, the worse it's going to be for you. Your hips are widening and preparing for you to give birth,