All Chapters of Loving the Bad Boy Series: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lola, happy birthday to you!" Jenna laughter at the godawful singing of a house was filled with guests attending Lola's birthday. She laughed even harder, Vince chuckling at her side, as Lola blew on her candles so hard her little face turned red with the effort. It was her fourth birthday and she was beyond excited for the cake, presents and friends. She bounced around like only a little girl on a massive sugar high could."Excuse me," Jenna said, slipping out of Vince's embrace and heading to the kitchen for the plates and forks. Her mother reached out to squeeze her arm as she passed and Jenna grinned and touched her mom back. It had been a heartbreakingly wonderful reunion when she finally went to see her parents again. They had tearfully accepted her explanation of why she couldn't see them until now, listening to her describe her years with Zach and his constant threats. They were grateful for Vince's pres

Try as he might, Jared could no longer concentrate on his bike. He cleaned his tools and put them away, then moved his bike back to its spot inside the garage.He strode back into the house, grabbed a beer and his laptop and sat in his favourite reclining chair. He crossed his ankle over his knee and opened the laptop, entering his password. He opened a search engine and typed in the words "Funk family." He wasn't sure exactly what to search. Funk drowning? Funk dad goes to prison? Hell, he couldn't even remember the dad's name. He didn't remember anyone's names except for Amy. Which was weird to contemplate now. Why had he bothered to memorize the name of a teenage girl who'd barely made an impression on him?He didn't need to worry though, just the words "Funk family" brought up a plethora of links. He spent the next few hours poring through news articles, blogs, and Facebook posts. The tragedy was even worse than Amy had hinted at. It seemed, according to the news outlets, th

"Enrico called, said the Ghosts got our message. They sent a message back. They say the death of Buffalo makes us even."It took Jared a moment to re-adjust his thinking, away from his curvy black-haired neighbour to his boss. Vincent, the guy Jared would happily follow into death. The guy who had his back no matter what. They'd grown up together, part of a local biker club, the Ghosts. The club that had betrayed them in a drug hand-off gone wrong and nearly gotten them both killed. In retaliation, Jared and Vince had taken out a good portion of the club. They'd been at war ever since, for well over a decade now.Jared snorted. "There's no such thing as even for those guys."Vince's eyes glowed with an unholy light. "You don't want to stop our vendetta?"For some reason, Jared's thoughts flitted to his cute next-door neighbour. Amy shouldn't affect this decision. Hell, he was just getting acquainted with her. But, for some reason, his heart and his head were telling him that

"What would your parents have said about you getting a job like this?" As soon as the words were out of Jared's mouth, he regretted them. He'd momentarily forgotten that her mother was dead and her father was in prison. She probably didn't want to speculate on how they'd feel.Amy surprised him. She raised a brow and continued with their playful banter. "Well, my mom definitely wouldn't have liked it. She would've wanted me to get a more cerebral job. Like in a library, or tutoring. My dad? He probably would've spanked me."Jared's mouth fell open in shock. Had her father actually spanked her? What the fuck was wrong with this family?Amy's shoulders shook, then giggles began to spill from her lips. She laughed heartily at him and the expression on his face. "I don't actually know what my dad would've said. He didn't spend a lot of time with us, preferring to be at work or out with his drinking buddies. Honestly, I don't think he would've cared. I just wanted to see your face whe

After dinner, Jared grinned to himself as he watched Amy step inside her house and softly close the door, her eyes boldly locked with his until the last second.He continued grinning like a teenager after a first date as he walked back to his place, picturing those curves tightly packed into a pair of jeans and a crop top. Then there was her phone conversation. Goddamn that phone conversation. At first, he'd been furious with the idea that she was forced to work as a phone sex operator in order to make ends meet. He listened to the conversation though and quickly picked up on her love of the subject matter. He'd stood silently behind her, absorbing every word, like a peeping pervert.The more he learned about Amy, the more he wanted to spend time with her. Everything about her was a turn on, from her sexy voice and body to her deep sense of responsibility to her siblings. She was exactly the kind of woman he wanted in his life.He headed to his kitchen and began cleaning up the s