VOLUME THREE: FURYFROM THE TEXT MESSAGES OF DREW & CHARITY WALKERD: You're smokin' today.C: How do you even know? You were gone before I woke up this morning. D: Yeah I was, long days.C: Why didn't you wake me up to say bye?D: You were snoozing, and you need it. The girls were crazy last week. I found a new gray hair in my beard.C: LOL! You do not have grey hairs in your beard. BTW, thank you for taking them to school.D: Anything for you, babe. I just wanted you to enjoy your morning.C: When do I get to enjoy you? Since you took over for your dad, I feel like I hardly ever see you. D: If you look up, across the square, you'll see a guy leaning against a bike, checking the fuck outta you. That skirt? Isn't it a little too short for court, baby?Glancing up, I immediately spot the man of my dreams. Thirty-seven is looking mother-fucking f-i-n-e on my husband. Arms crossed over his chest, I see his wedding ring, the sunshine glinting off of it. Fuck that's
Drew"You've got that wrinkle between your eyebrows again." Her voice is soft, soothing, and my favorite thing in the world to hear. She's the one I fall asleep cuddled next to every night and the one I wake up tangled with every morning. Charity Walker is my entire world. "Even as you sleep." Her pout can be heard through the drop in her tone.Opening my eyes, I gaze at the woman whose held my heart for most of my life. She's worn my ring and had my last name for over the last decade. She and I, we've been through a lot, and I know me worrying is the lesser of two evils. "Better me worry than you, babe." I smile slightly, shifting so I can take her into my arms. "You'd have us all making lists and then lists of our lists. The whole club would have a bullet journal, and we'd be taking field trips to Hobby Lobby." I tap her nose, grinning as she scowls."I'll have you know, my lists and my bullet journal keep this family on track. Maybe your guys would benefit from it - you never
Charity"He's not sleeping." I sigh heavily, taking a liberal drink of my coffee."Are any of us?" Mandy tilts her own cup. "All of us have been on edge since this all started."That day had been just like this one in so many ways. The beginning of July had come in with a bang; we'd had thunderstorms and rain for forty-eight hours straight. As I'd gotten off work that afternoon, the sun came out, shining bright and hot. "Are you going to open your sunroof?" Mandy teases as we leave through the back door of the office.Pretending like I'm thinking about it, I nod enthusiastically. "I can't believe I got this new SUV a week ago and haven't been able to open up the damn sunroof yet. Harley and Justice have been asking every day I've picked them up. It's damn near broken their heart every time I've had to say no.""It's a gorgeous evening." She turns in a circle, holding her arms out wide. "I might try to convince Dalton to let us take a ride." She lifts her eyebrows up, winki
Drew"You look like hell." Dalton pushes at my elbow as he takes a seat beside me on the picnic tables behind Walker's Wheels.May has come in, warm and muggy, reminding me we're close to a year. Almost a year since we've been living in fear. I take a drag off my cigarette, blowing smoke away from his face before turning back. "Thanks for your concern, honey. Maybe I'll look into Botox for these crow's feet." I flash a middle finger at him.He glares. Even though he's wearing sunglasses, I know he glares. That's what being friends with someone for more years than you can remember does. "Fuckin' smartass," he mumbles. "Not what I meant, you son of a bitch, and you know it. You look like you're not sleeping again."Sighing, I put my cigarette up to my lips, taking another drag. This one I hold for a moment, allowing the nicotine to run through my veins and hope like fuck it calms me down. "Didn't sleep for shit last night."His eyebrows raise at the last night admission. Both o
DrewSunshine is bright on my face, warm on my back as I drive along the Kentucky back roads that have been my home for all my life. At one point I thought they would trap me, keep me in a situation I didn't love, one where I only knew struggle, sacrifice, and anger. It wasn't until I got on a bike behind the man riding alongside me, though, that I knew how important these roads would end up being in my development. The first time I got on a bike with him, I knew things would change for me. It was a pounding in my chest and a turning in my gut, but it wasn't fear. For the first time, it wasn't fear. My insides didn't shake when he got close to me, I didn't look to my mom, silently asking for permission. I knew if we were with him, she trusted him implicitly.The sound of the wind in my ears, the feeling of freedom I'd never had before. The open road was my first love as I let all the stress of my young thirteen years fade away when I ride behind him. He helped me buy and fix up my
Charity"When will Daddy be home?" Harley asks as I help her brush her hair. Even at ten, they enjoy me being around, and I'll take this for as long as I can. One day they won't want me to help. My mom never helped me with things like this, and I swore to myself when I had my own kids, I'd never let them wonder if other families lived better than they did. Which is something I wondered my entire childhood.They've just had their baths, and Drew still isn't home yet, as evidenced by the questions being thrown my way. I hide my anxiety at the fact he hasn't walked through the door by giving her a smile. Months ago, I wouldn't have worried, but now, everything has changed. "Soon, he's at Papaw's." I remind her that Liam and Drew had a few things to do this afternoon.A few things to do is the extent of what I know. The part of me who knows the man like the back of my hand, realizes that something is going on and he hasn't told me about it. Since last summer, things have been tens
DrewFuck I need this. It's been way too long. Too long since I let all the shit go that's been weighing me down, and enjoyed my wife. How long has it been since I wrapped my fist around her hair? Since I made her moan by shoving my cock just a little too far back into her throat? My eyes meet hers, drifting lower to her mouth. Too fuckin' long, I remind myself. There's a sassy smirk there, one I haven't seen in months."I've missed you, Drew.""Missed you too." I cup her neck in my palm, pushing my fingers up into her hair, tangling through the strands. The stress of the last few months have made it hard for us to get time alone together. I'm not even sure when the last initiation between either of us for sex was, and how fuckin' sad is that? I've got the love of my life in front of me, in my life every damn day, and I can't remember the last time we got naked together. Her smirk turns into a smile. She holds her finger up in front of her, getting off the bed. I stretch my ar
Charity"What's with the grin on your face?"I glance up at Mandy, not able to keep the grin from turning into a wide smile. "Had a great night with my husband." I laugh as she grimaces."Please remember he's my twin brother, and he used to annoy me by telling me that everyone I fuck is someone he fucks too, because of our twin connection." She rolls her eyes. "He thought that would keep me from sleeping with guys in high school. Ha! Joke's on him."I snort, crossing my legs with a slight smirk. "He's always been overprotective of the women in his life. Doesn't matter who they are to him, he's going to be one hundred percent annoying about it."Mandy cuts her eyes to the side, a grin on her face. Leaning forward she brushes her hair behind her ear as she organizes things on her desks. She's almost OCD about it, and as her boss, I can't help but approve."I feel bad for the girls when they start to date."The thought makes me shudder. I reach into my bag, pulling my planne
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,