“That bitch,” Mom hissed. “I’m gonna make sure she hangs.”
“We don’t hang people anymore, baby,” Dad said.
“Then she’d better make sure the police find her before I do.”
“Jaxon’s already got her down at FBI holding,” Dad pointed out.
“Well, then your brother had better let me have ten minutes with her without cameras.”
I chuckled. “I’ve never seen you so bloodthirsty.”
Mom burst into tears. “She took my babies! That bitch is gonna pay.”
Dad pulled her into the shelter of his body and wrapped his arms around her. “Okay, baby. She’ll get what’s comin’ to her.”
“How did you find us?” I asked.
“Ryder.” Dad slid his hand to Mom’s neck and stroked her gently. “He said that now that Brick is dead, Char will probably double down, so he’s getting everyone ready.”
“I really thought Ryder was gonna be a problem,” I admitted.
Dad chuckled. “Ryder’s in, bud.”
“So’s Sadie,” Mom interjected. “That woman’s going to be our best friend... I can feel it.”
“Think she already is,” Dad said, and Mom nodded.
I slid my hand to Lily’s belly. “Is she okay?”
“She had some cramping, but Alec checked her and determined it was just from stress,” Mom said.
“Shit,” I hissed. “This wasn’t supposed to touch her.”
“Can’t keep it all from us, honey,” Mom said. “But she was covered.”
I kissed Lily’s head, biting back a yawn. “Thanks.”
“You should rest, honey.” Mom kissed my cheek. “We’ll be right here.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. My world was right again with my girl in my arms.
* * *
Lily
Two days later, Maverick was itching to “get the hell out of” the hospital. I kind of wanted to as well. Mom had grabbed us both clothes from home, and I’d managed to shower in Maverick’s bathroom, but I really wanted my own bed.
Maverick had to stay for a few more days, but he was healing, and that was all I cared about. His room had seen a steady stream of friends and family checking on him. Tillie wouldn’t be allowed to go back to school for at least a week, and she had the added irritation of Liam. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight.
Poor Rooster lost his shit for a bit. Ace had planned a “beat down like no other,” however, Rooster was such a mess that Ace decided he’d punished himself enough... Ace didn’t need to add to it.
At about noon, we were blissfully alone, and I was sitting in the chair by Maverick’s bed when a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I groaned and shifted, trying to ease the pain, but nothing seemed to help.
“Babe?”
“I’m okay,” I managed.
“I’m getting a nurse.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s passed.”
I was surprised when Macey walked in and smiled. “You rang?”
“Lily’s in pain,” Maverick said, shifting in an effort to sit up.
“Don’t you dare move,” I ordered.
Macey leaned over me and lifted my chin. “Lily?”
“Just some cramping.” It hit again, and I cried out.
“Fuck!” Maverick snapped.
Macey laid her hand on his shoulder, pushing him back to the mattress. “Don’t panic, buddy. Let me check her over first, okay? You tear those stitches, and Alec’ll lose his shit.”
“So will I,” I ground out.
Macey focused on me again, giving me a cursory exam, and smiled. “You, my darling, are in labor.”
“It’s too soon.”
“It’s not really; you’re technically full-term.”
“I can’t have her without Mav.”
“Let me see what I can do, okay? I’m gonna call your mom, and then I’ll figure out what to do with you. Do not move from this chair until I come and get you.”
I nodded, rubbing my belly, trying to ease some of the pain. Macey left the room, and Maverick took advantage of her absence by sliding off the bed.
“Stop, Möosh. If you hurt yourself, I’ll be really pissed.”
He leaned against the mattress, and I couldn’t stop a snort. He wore nothing but the hospital gown and the little socks with the non-slip bottoms.
“My woman would not be laughing at me, would she?” Maverick challenged.
“I would never.”
He inched his way over to his bag.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“Baby, you’re not giving birth while I’ve got my ass hangin’ out of a hospital gown.” He pulled his clothes out of the bag and hobbled back to the bed.
All of a sudden, I was soaked, and I squeaked in disgust. “I think my water just broke.”
Maverick hit the call button again, and someone other than Macey walked in. “Hi Maverick, I’m Ada. I’m looking after you today. Everything okay?”
“Pretty sure my water just broke,” I said.
Ada went into rush mode, and I was suddenly in a wheelchair before I could protest.
“Macey Stone said for me not to move,” I said, rather pathetically.
“Honey, we need to get you down to L&D.”
“She’s not going anywhere without me,” Maverick said.
We didn’t have to argue since Macey walked in just then and sorted everything out.
“Ada’s going to help Maverick get changed and then she’ll bring him down, Lily, but right now, you need to get hooked up to a monitor and out of your wet clothes,” Macey instructed.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Maverick promised, kissing me gently.
I nodded, and Macey wheeled me to labor and delivery.
Six hours later, Charleston Payton Cassidy Quinn arrived, weighing in at nine pounds, two ounces, and measuring twenty-one inches long. She had a full head of blond hair, and she was perfect.
Maverick, Mom, and Cassidy had been my coaches, while our dads paced the hallway outside the door. Maverick had been forced to stay in his wheelchair, but once Charley and I had been cleaned up, he climbed into the bed with us, and we snuggled close.
I kissed Maverick then Charley and smiled up at him. “Thank you for always keeping your promises, Möosh.”
“Thanks for giving me our daughter, baby doll.”
We spent the rest of the night holding each other and our daughter, our world back on its axis.
* * *
Two months later...
I woke with a start and sat up. Maverick wasn’t in our bed, and Charley wasn’t in her bassinet. My boobs felt like they were going to burst, and looking at the clock, I realized why. I’d slept for almost ten hours.
Sliding out of bed, I went looking for my family. I found them in the living room. Maverick had Charley cradled against his bare chest, and she was staring up at him with total adoration and besotted-ness while he fed her.
“Mama’s sleeping, baby girl,” Maverick whispered. “So it’s Daddy’s turn to get up with you.” He stroked her cheek, and she grinned up at him. “Do you know how lucky that makes me? Hmm? I get you all to myself for a little while, so that means I get to tell you all the ways I love you and plan to keep you safe.”
I didn’t make a sound as I watched them, totally transfixed.
“Let’s see,” he continued, “I’m going to buy a couple more guns, and I’ll plan on cleaning them when the boys come around. I have a feeling your granddads will do the same thing, so you’re going to be a virgin until you’re forty, and that works fine for me.”
I bit back a giggle as I shook my head.
“I’m going to need to get your mama pregnant again quick-like. You need a brother to protect you when I’m not around.” Charley grabbed his finger, and he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “In the meantime, we’ll get a recruit on you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I know you’re there, baby doll,” Maverick said and
met my eyes.
I headed toward them and sat on the sofa. “Forty? Really?”
“Really.”
“Don’t you want grandchildren?” I challenged.
“Not if it means she has sex before she’s forty.”
I laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”
Charley turned her head and smiled at me. I leaned over and kissed her. “Good morning, my sweet girl.” I glanced at Maverick. “How much has she had?”
“About three ounces.”
“Want me to finish up, or should I pump?”
Charley let out a scream, and he set the bottle aside. “It looks like she wants you to finish up.”
I took her and settled her to my breast. Charley wouldn’t take a bottle if I was around, so I tried to give Maverick one-on-one feeding time at least once or twice a week. Maverick rose to his feet and leaned down to kiss me deeply. “How’d you sleep?”
“Amazingly. Thank you for the full ten hours.”
“You’re welcome. How about I make breakfast?”
“I love you so hard right now, Maverick Quinn.”
“Back atcha, Lily Quinn.”
While I continued to feed Charley, Maverick went to work preparing breakfast. I leaned down and kissed my girl. “We totally hit the mother lode with him, huh?”
Charley grinned up at me, pausing her eating for less than a second before digging back in.
“I’m glad you agree,” I whispered. “You’re the most loved little girl in all the world.”
“I’m kind of partial to both of you,” Maverick countered, turning away from the stove.
I glanced at Maverick. “I don’t think I’m considered little anymore.”
“Until you grow another foot, you’re still little to me, baby doll.”
I chuckled. “Okay, big man.”
Charley was done with me keeping her from her daddy, so I changed her and then handed her off to Maverick. I served breakfast while he told our daughter all the ways he planned to keep the boys away. I didn’t point out that he was a boy and couldn’t be kept away from me. I’d let him have his little fantasy for the moment.
My man was safe, my daughter was perfect, and my life was complete.
All because a promise is a promise is a promise...
Lily
One year later...
I KISSED CHARLEY one more time and forced back tears as Maverick and I stood at the end of the security line at PDX. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I admitted.
Maverick chuckled, pulling me close. “It’s one week, baby doll. Charley will be well taken care of.”
We were finally taking our honeymoon, and our flight to Charleston left in less than an hour.
“I will text you every few hours with proof of life,” Mom promised.
“Once a day,” Maverick corrected. “She’s gonna be busy.”
“Maverick!” I admonished.
“What? You will be.”
“I’m sure I will, but my mother does not need to hear that.”
Mom giggled, hugging Charley closer. “It’s okay, huh, Charley girl? You want a little brother or sister, don’t you? Tell Daddy he needs to make that happen.”
“Ohmigod, no. No more babies for a while,” I countered.
“We’ll practice for when we’re ready,” Maverick promised.
I waved my hands in front of my face to dry the tears threatening to spill. “Okay, okay, let’s go. If we don’t go now, I won’t be able to.”
“Say bye-bye to Mama,” Mom instructed.
Charley gave me a backward wave. “Mama.”
I kissed her a few hundred more times. Maverick kissed her and guided me away, wrapping his arm around me from behind in order to keep me moving forward. “She’s going to be fine,” he whispered in my ear. “So are you.”
“I know that in my head, but I miss her already.”
“I know, baby doll.”
We made it onto the plane, and I relaxed in stages, giving me a chance to think about everything that had happened over the last year.
Jenny had been given life without the possibility of parole for kidnapping and attempted murder. She was finally out of our lives, and I couldn’t have been more relieved. Unfortunately for her, she’d made enemies within the Spiders. Six months into her sentence, she’d been found stabbed to death in the women’s showers. I couldn’t muster up any emotion for the woman who gave me life. She’d tried to take everything I loved away from me, and she was dead to me... Now, she was dead to me permanently, and there was a measure of relief in that.
Ryder and Sadie (along with Reese and the rest of the crew) were now officially part of the club. I didn’t know that they’d ever officially patch in, but they were part of the family just the same.
The Spiders had stopped messing with us for the moment. Ryder was keeping an eye on them, though, and I was glad we had more backup in that regard.
Maverick and I loved our little family. We still lived in the basement, but we knew we’d need to find something bigger soon. Maverick had been given a raise, but I hadn’t gone back to work and didn’t plan to for at least another six months. I was loving being with Charley too much.
All-in-all, though, life was perfect, and now, we were heading to our much overdue honeymoon. I lifted the armrest between Maverick and me and scooted as close as the seatbelt would allow.
“Hey, baby doll,” he said, sliding his arm around my waist and kissing me gently.
“Hey, Möosh.” I grinned. “I can’t believe we might actually get more than eight hours of sleep.”
He chuckled. “I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.”
“Love you, Lil.”
“Love you more, Möosh.”
He kissed me again, and we settled into comfortable silence as we journeyed to the next adventure.
Life was perfect.
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Previously Titled “A Nun Goes to Jail”
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She was lost to me.
I vowed I'd get her back, but she fought me at every turn.
Now, she was being threatened and I was done being patient.
She would be mine whether she liked it or not.
Alexa
Portland, Oregon
Eight years ago...
FOR AS LONG as I can remember, my mother has always told me that I was a descendent of the House of Romanov, but unless there was a survivor from the massacre, it would be impossible. But Mama loved her stories and you didn’t argue with Mama or you’d find yourself on her “list,” so we always played along.
I might not have been imperial by blood, but I was Mob royalty... a fact I abhorred. And because of my “royal” connections, I had several secrets I was forced to keep. The biggest one being that I’d fallen in love with the son of a notorious biker and if my father discovered our secret, he’d kill him... then me. I was seventeen, after all, and couldn’t possibly know my own mind. My father had all the power when it came to my life... the father who killed people who defied him, so I was kind of stuck.
My parents moved to the US from Russia one year before my brother was born, and they’d quickly acclimated to their new life, taking over most of the West Coast while managing to keep me in a protective bubble. The bubble had burst the second I’d met Reese Alden and he explained a few things to me about how the world of one-percenter motorcycle clubs and Mobs worked.
“Lex!” my brother snapped.
Sergei pulled me from my thoughts, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yes, darling brother?”
“Her name is Alexa, Sergei,” Mother said. “Don’t make me remind you of that again.”
“Da, Mama,” he said, and met my eyes again. “Alexa. Are you going to homecoming with Vlad?”
It was family dinner hour (or, as Sergei and I referred to it, the witching hour), so it was imperative we played the adoring children, even if it was far from the truth.
“No,”
I said (for the umpteenth time). “I’m not going anywhere with Vladimir Kozlov, Sergei, we’ve had this conversation before.”
“I’d like you to go with him,” Father said, his Russian accent heavier than usual, an indication he was tired.
I scowled at Sergei. This was his doing, the little bastard. I schooled my features and faced my father with a serene smile. “Papa, Vladimir is not respectful to me, and I’d rather not subject myself to his wandering hands.”
My father set his knife and fork down and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “He touches you?”
“Alexa,” my brother hissed under his breath.
I ignored him.
“Yes, Papa. Often. It’s disgusting,” I whispered. “And he scares me.”
My brother let out a painful groan, albeit quietly, but I refused to let it affect me. I had to get the Kozlovs off my father’s radar in reference to an appropriate family match. If I didn’t, the second I turned eighteen, I’d be forced to marry Vlad.
“He scares you,” Father said, his voice pitched low.
“Da, Papa.”
“I will take care of this.”
Okay, maybe I’d gone too far. I wanted Vlad off my back, not dead.
“Papa, please don’t hurt him,” I rushed to say. “I’m sure he doesn’t mean to scare me.”
“Solnyshko, I will take care of it.”
Well, crap. Whenever Papa called me his small sun, he was on optimum protect Alexa mode.
“Spasibo, Papa.”
“Pretty sneaky, sis,” my brother whispered for my ears only.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and he was mentally stabbing me to death... I knew he was. I knew this look all too well, over far too many games of Battleship and Connect Four. Pretty sneaky sis, indeed.
Vladimir was a friend of his... a disgusting, douchebag friend, but still a friend. I sighed internally. I’d need to figure out how to minimize the damage somehow.
Dinner finally wrapped up (thank God) and we were excused. My brother grabbed my arm and dragged me up to our suite of rooms, pulling me into his room.
“Does Vlad really touch you?”
“Yes,” I said. “All the time. How do you not know this?”
“Maybe because you didn’t tell me.”
I sighed. He was right. “I’m really sorry, Sergei. I should have.”
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