King's Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Nicole Fox

  “She takes after her daddy,” Crusader said.

  Gunner grinned and rubbed his shaved head.

  “They’re supposed to be,” Jones put in. “They get hair when they’re older and their heads fuse and shit.”

  Kelly rolled her eyes. She wasn’t sure how wise it had been to let the entire Horned Devils Motorcycle club into her hospital room right after giving birth — she was exhausted and sweaty, and part of her just wanted to sleep. But she appreciated the show of support.

  Silverback was gazing down at the baby like she was a wonder. He looked up at Kelly, then at Gunner. “And you’re really gonna do it? The name?”

  Gunner grinned broadly. “It’s already on the certificate.”

  “Man, that’s badass,” Spider said.

  Gunner reached out to brush his daughter’s cheek with the back of one finger. “Durango Rose Powers-Wilson.”

  Kelly smiled. She’d expected the nurse to look at her strangely when she’d said she wanted to name her little girl Durango, but he hadn’t batted an eye — just wrote it down on the certificate. That was Texas for you, she thought.

  “Kind of a mouthful,” Crusader said.

  “You’re kind of a mouthful,” Spider said, elbowing him. They started to wrestle, but Silverback gave them a death glare, and they stopped. Silverback looked at Kelly. “She’s going to be very much like her namesake. Brave. Bold. Kind.”

  Kelly felt a surge of emotion. She tried to reply to Silverback, but the words caught in her throat.

  Gunner placed a hand on her shoulder. “Like her mother, too.”

  “Exactly.” Silverback said gruffly.

  Kelly managed a laugh. “You two. Cut it out.”

  “It’s true,” Gunner said.

  Kelly focused on her daughter.Like her grandmother, too.

  Mom, I wish you were here.

  And the voice came to her, sweet and rich as the sunlight that filtered in through the window:

  I am.

  I am, Kelly. And she’s beautiful.

  Kelly closed her eyes briefly.Thank you. She looks so much like you. I see you in her eyes.

  She’d worried a little about what this day would feel like — if it would be lonely, giving birth without her family present. A foolish worry. Her family was here. Noisy, fumbling, a little rough around the edges, but good-hearted all of them. Her brothers.

  “So when you gonna teach her to ride?” Chevy asked.

  “Dude, she was just born.” Gunner said.

  “Exactly. Gotta start ’em young.”

  “And whose bike it she gonna learn on?” Jones asked. “Yours, or Kel’s.”

  Kelly grinned. “I don’t know if I trust anyone on my bike.”

  The guys laughed. “You sure are attached to that thing,” Chevy said.

  “How could I not be? You’ve seen how fast that baby goes.”

  She and Gunner had picked out her Suzuki V-Strom 1000 ABS a couple of weeks after the showdown at her father’s house. Kelly had spent hours online comparing different models, asking Gunner questions, chatting with people in biker forums before she’d decided on the Suzuki — sleek, built for speed, good off road. She’d managed to get a good few weeks of riding in before her doctor had tactfully suggested she back off a little and focus on getting bed rest. Mostly she’d ridden it to and from the university. But sometimes, on her way home from campus, she’d gotten an itch that wouldn’t leave her alone, and she’d pulled off into the desert, laughing at the wind in her face, the sand stinging her calves as she blazed across the unspoiled land.

  She and Gunner had purchased a little house in town, not too far from campus. They’d used only money from Gunner’s auto shop, the sale of her father’s house, and Kelly’s freelancing for the down payment. None of Russell Powers’ dirty money. Kelly had enrolled for a semester of nursing school. She’d be taking the summer off for maternity leave, but she hoped to be back at school in the fall.

  “I don’t know if I want her anywhere near a motorcycle,” Gunner muttered. “Those things are dangerous.”

  “Hey, dude, don’t be sexist,” Spider said. He looked at Kelly as if for approval.

  Kelly looked at Gunner. “That’s right. Our daughter will do just fine on a bike.”

  “I’d say the same if she were a boy!” Gunner insisted. “I never realized how terrifying motorcycles are until I started picturing my kid riding one.

  They all laughed.

  Silverback shifted. “Maybe we ought to let mama and baby rest.” He glanced around at the others. “We’ve got club business to discuss, anyway.”

  “Um, excuse me,” Kelly said with a laugh. “I want to hear the club business.”

  Silverback grinned at her. “Sure you don’t need a nap first? This is pretty big news.”

  “I do not need a nap,” she said firmly. Like hell she didn’t. But the boys had been hinting for a couple of days now about some big news involving the club. She wouldn’t miss it for the world.

  Silverback sat back in his chair. “Well. Basically, Chevy and me have been talking for a while now about rebuilding the Horned Devils.”

  Kelly nodded. This wasn’t news; they’d already accepted a couple of new members, and had been working for weeks to renovate the clubhouse. Which had needed some work anyway, but particularly required some sprucing up in the wake of her father’s men’s raid on it. The guys had done a deep cleaning, and had even picked out new furniture — mismatched though it was.

  Silverback ran a hand through his hair and went on. “So, the plan is to rebuild it as a legitimate business organization. He looked from Gunner to Kelly. “No more drugs. No more turf wars. Nothing shady.”

  “Wow,” Kelly said. “That’s fantastic.” She meant it. She’d been trying to reconcile her own role as a Horned Devil with the club’s shady history. She liked the idea of a new start.

  “So we’re gonna start a repair shop of our own,” Chevy added. “Gunner, we’d be most appreciative if you’d oversee that aspect. Give the rest of us any training we still need.”

  “Of course,” Gunner said.

  “Thinking about a motorcycle licensing school, too,” Silverback said.

  “Awesome!” Kelly said. “I have some friends from school who’d sign up in a heartbeat to learn to ride.”

  “Well, steer them our way, please!” Chevy laughed. “We don’t have much experience being legit.”

  “I’m not sure that’s true,” Kelly said. “From what Gunner’s told me, your club always tried to do right, for the most part.”

  “Yeah!” Spider said. “Right ain’t always the same as legal.”

  “Words to live by.” Jones clapped him on the back.

  “Yeah,” well now we’re gonna be both,” Chevy said. “Right and legal.”

  “Well,” Kelly said, amused. “Then I’m particularly thrilled to be part of the club at such a monumental time.”

  “We are, of course, honored to have you.” Silverback smiled kindly. “Glad that your family is a part of our family now.” He stood slowly. He hadn’t recovered from his time as her father’s hostage quite as well as the others. Some of it was old age, but he might always carry the vestiges of the beating he’d taken at her father’s hand. “Well,” he said. “We really should give you some time alone with your daughter.” He motioned to the others, and they shuffled to the door, calling out congratulations. Silverback gave them one last smile and a nod, then the door shut.

  They were alone at last. They gazed at each other. Kelly wondered if her smile was as goofy as Gunner’s. “So, we did it,” Gunner said. “You did it, I mean.”

  “We did it.” She cradled Durango closer to her. The baby was sound asleep. Very bald, Chevy was right — except for one tuft of dark hair.

  Kelly looked back at Gunner, her smile fading. “Is it hard not to have Durango here?”

  Gunner shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, it’s always rough. He would have loved to see her. But I think … maybe he can.” He smile
d softly at her. “What about you? How are you holding up?”

  She nodded. “Same. I believe my mom can see her. See us. I feel Mom here with me. I don’t know if that sound silly…”

  “Not at all.” Gunner stroked her hand, then tucked the blue blanket up more closely around little Durango’s chin.

  “I’m glad the club’s getting a makeover,” she said after a while.

  “Me too.”

  The nurse came in to check on them. He offered to take Durango to the nursery so Kelly could sleep, but Kelly said she’d rather keep her baby with her a while longer. The nurse left.

  “I’ve been thinking,” Kelly told Gunner shyly. “Maybe I’d like to specialize in prenatal nursing.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I’d like to help other people through the process of — of this miracle. You know?”

  He nodded. “I think that’s awesome.”

  She gazed at him for a long moment. “It’s gonna be quite a future, isn’t it?”

  The grin stretched across his face. “Oh yeah. Lots to look forward to.”

  She adjusted the bundle in her arms so she could reach out and take Gunner’s hand. “I’m glad you’re sharing it with me.”

  He looked at her quite seriously. “I am…” He shook his head. “The luckiest man alive.”

  She squeezed his hand. “They’ll be here with us. To help us. Won’t they?” All of them: Kelly’s mother, Durango. The other fallen club members. Even the man her father had been before he’d become corrupt. The man posing with Goofy at Disney World. She believed he was still out there somewhere.

  Nobody was ever all one thing. You needed balance, like Gunner had said. Someone to bring you to the light when you were battling your own darkness. Someone to make you laugh when all you could see was despair. Someone to remind you of what was real and serious when you’d tried your best to numb yourself through sarcasm and feigned levity.

  “Of course,” Gunner said quietly, running his thumb along her knuckles. Durango let out a small, sleepy sound, and Gunner smiled down at her, then back up at Kelly. “We’re a family. All of us.”

  Kelly tried to swallow the lump in her throat. They’d both finally found what they were looking for. A place to belong. People to care for them.

  Gunner squeezed her hand again. “Now try to get some sleep. Maddy’ll be here later, and you know she’s a whirlwind.”

  Kelly smiled. She’d been back in touch with Maddy over the past few months, and had even visited one another a couple of times. And when Kelly had texted Maddy after going into labor last night, Maddy had immediately gotten into her old Camry and started driving south.

  “All right,” Kelly murmured, closing her eyes. “You might be right for once.

  She could hear the answering smile in his voice. “Go to sleep, darlin’. I’ll be right here. Always.”

  She knew he meant it.

  THE END

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  Rip’s Baby: Hounds of Hades MC

  Rip won’t rest until he puts a baby in my belly.

  Rip Harris is just like the rest of the Hounds of Hades MC – loud, obnoxious, and always looking to get laid.

  And just my luck – he’s now going to be working in my dad’s auto shop.

  He might be sexy as hell, but if I truly want to break free of this town, I need to stay far away from him.

  But when a star professor tries to force himself on me, there’s only one place to turn for help.

  Too bad the price of Rip’s protection is my mind, my body… and my womb.

  All I ever wanted was to get the hell out of this podunk town.

  It’s a dusty backwater filled with boozy bikers and washed-up losers.

  I’ve got bigger dreams.

  And when I land a prized scholarship to study design at university, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

  Attracting the attention of the department’s preeminent professor seems like the cherry on top of a too-good-to-be-true ice cream sundae.

  Turns out that’s exactly what it is.

  Professor Ellsmith didn’t pick me out of the crowd because I was talented.

  He picked me because he wanted to shove his filthy old hands between my legs.

  And he threatens to derail my budding career if I say no.

  I’m caught in the worst possible position.

  Do I let this predator take advantage of me?

  Or do I give up on my dreams?

  I need help.

  Rip seems like the last person in the world I want to owe a favor, but it’s not like I have a lot of choices.

  There’s just one problem:

  His services don’t come for free.

  And if Rip is going to solve my professor problem, his demands are steep.

  He wants to strip me, own me all night long…

  …and use me to carry his baby.

  Biker’s Baby: Devil’s Wings MC

  I can feel the biker’s baby growing inside me.

  A whorehouse, a police raid, and a case of mistaken identity…

  It’s a brutal recipe that’s left me tied up in the bed of a sexy, vicious biker.

  Connor Ryan is determined to wring the truth out of me, by any means necessary.

  I’ll resist all I can, but we both know the truth: he’s going to break me, and then he’s going to use me – in any way he wants.

  When I promised my friend that she would never have to go back to whoring, I had no idea I would be forced to take her place.

  But when she betrays me, I’m given to Connor Ryan… and my life takes a turn for the worse.

  I’ve spent years running from my past.

  But now, this bad boy biker is going to tie me down and make me do whatever he wants.

  Connor knows I’m lying, and he’s determined to make me confess – or else.

  The longer I defy him, the more determined he is to twist my body to its limits.

  The sick truth is that part of me doesn’t mind this sinister game…

  As long as it’s him I’m servicing.

  But when I find out that my loved ones are dying while I hold out,

  I’m forced to make a decision:

  Do I keep up this charade…

  Or do I submit and bear the biker’s baby?

  Bad Boy’s Toy: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  I’ll put a baby in the escort’s belly.

  She’s a whore on the run from her pimp.

  I’m an enforcer looking for a new gig.

  She thinks she can use me to help her climb out of her sh*thole of a life.

  But I know how much her body is worth, and I’m determined to wring it for every last cent.

  Micah

  Don “Daddy” Williams is a sadistic bastard.

  He painted a pretty picture of his business when I first arrived, desperate for cash.

  But it didn’t take long before I realized his house was the farthest thing from legitimate.

  He’s a pimp, a flesh trader – not a businessman.

  And he doesn’t like taking no for an answer.

  So when I tell him I don’t want to sleep with strangers for money,

  He drops me off at a rough roadhouse with no protection.

  I was about to get manhandled – or far, far worse…

  Until Ford showed up.

  The hired thug might be my only chance to escape.

  And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it to Hollywood.

  Even if it means letting him own me completely.

  Ford

  I was sick of my life.

  Sick of hurting people.

  Sick of stealing.

  And most of all, sick of working for an old fox like Daddy Williams.

  I want out.

  But the future seems bleak, until a little gem named Micah catches my eye.

  She’s in way over her head, and without me, she
’s dead meat.

  I lend a helping hand and get her out before something bad happens.

  But she’s no fool – she knows I want something in return.

  Her body.

  I take her over the hood of my car, in a diner, in a filthy motel.

  And when I find out she’s stolen from me,

  I chain her up in a dungeon and make her beg for my forgiveness.

  But when I learn that Daddy desperately wants his best working girl back,

  I’m forced to make a choice.

  Do I sell her back to the violent sex trafficker?

  Or do I keep her for myself?