LOST KING: THE KINGS OF RETRIBUTION MC

by Alvarez, Sandy

  "Prez?" Every eye at the table looks towards the entrance of the clubhouse to see Grey and standing next to him are my parents. The sight of them has me choking on the bite of waffle I just shoved in my mouth. It's my mother who speaks first. "We're sorry to drop by your…uh clubhouse unannounced, but Emerson wasn't at her apartment, and her supervisor said she no longer worked at the hospital. I tried calling multiple times, but there was no answer," she finishes.

  She and my father both look nervous. Standing, I look at Jake. "I'm so sorry they showed up like this."

  Jake waves me off with a look of understanding. I'm sure Quinn has informed him of what went down with my parents a couple of months ago. "No apologies needed, sweetheart. Go talk to your folks."

  With Quinn at my side, we make our way over to my mom and dad. I'm shocked when my father reaches his hand out to Quinn. "Good to see you again, Quinn." With bated breath, I wait to see what Quinn's reaction will be. The last time we were in the same room together, my parents were very disrespectful to not only me but to him. But my man shows us just how wonderful and forgiving he is by accepting my dad's offered hand, and they shake. "You too, Mr. Evans."

  "Please call me Martin."

  A beat later, Quinn ushers us over to the sofa. "Why don't we sit."

  My parents take their offered seat then look around the room awkwardly while everyone sitting at the table behind us watches. A giggle bubbles up in my throat because they are so blatant about it. God, I love them. "So, uh…what are you guys doing here?" I ask.

  "Easton called us," my father replies.

  "What!"

  "He called us two days ago," my mom says fidgeting with the purse on her lap. "He said it was time your father and I removed our heads from our asses. Excuse my language." I hear a bark of laughter from behind me but don't know who's. "Anyway," my mother continues. "We haven't heard from Easton in over a year, so we figured if he was reaching out on your behalf then we owed it to him and you to come to Polson and see you. To tell you the truth we are ashamed at the way we left things the last time we were here. We had no right passing judgment on Quinn. I've also come to realize that our past behavior towards you was wrong. All we ever wanted was for you to be happy, but we now realize that you can't choose someone's dreams for them. That's exactly what we were doing to you. We're sorry if at any time you ever felt we weren't proud of you, Emerson. Your father and I couldn't be prouder of the talented, caring, and beautiful woman you have become. You are NOT a disappointment. To walk in here and witness the speech that was just given made me realize why you chose the man sitting next to you, and why you chose this family. I am grateful that you had them when your own family wasn't there for you like they should have been. Can you ever forgive us?"

  By the time my mother finishes, I'm a sobbing mess. And by the sounds of the sniffles coming from the table behind me, I'd say my girlfriends are just as affected. Throwing myself into my mother's arms, I murmur, "I forgive you."

  My father then joins in on our hug and wraps his arms around both my mom and me. "We love you, Emerson."

  "I love you guys too."

  "Damn," Quinn pipes up. "There's a whole lotta love in this room today. Now that we both have our parents in the room together I think it's a good time to discuss titles," Quinn turns to my parents, "what would you like to be called? Grandma and grandpa, nana and papa, or mawmaw and pawpaw? You guys have roughly seven months to figure that shit out."

  My mom and dad look at Quinn for a minute like he's lost his mind before my mom snaps her head in my direction. "Are you pregnant?"

  With a big smile, I nod. Then my mother shocks me again when she jumps from the sofa, her purse spilling to the floor as she screams and claps her hands. Vicky comes over and whisks my mom away and I hear the two of them rattling on about a baby shower as Quinn wears a cheeky grin, wraps his arms around me, and pulls me into his chest. Closing my eyes, I breathe in his scent and place my palm over his heart, and he puts his hand over the top of mine. "It beats for us, Sunshine."

  Later that night Quinn and I are lying in bed, and I begin to reflect on today's events. I called my brother and thanked him for sticking his nose into my business and convincing our parents to come to Polson. I just hope the next relationship they repair is the one they have with Easton.

  Mom and Dad left two hours ago with a promise to visit again in a few weeks. My mother even exchanged numbers with Vicky. The two of them are in full grandmother mode.

  "What are ya smiling about, babe?"

  "Nothing, I'm just happy." Quinn is about to reply when someone begins banging on our door. Without waiting for an answer, Logan burst through. "Mila's water broke. Let's move!"

  Without wasting time, Quinn and I jump out of bed and throw on our clothes. By the time we make it downstairs Reid is carrying Mila out the door bridal style while she gives him sass. "I can walk."

  Six hours and forty-seven minutes later, Reid walks into the waiting room of the maternity floor where the whole club is waiting on pins and needles. The chatter in the room comes to an abrupt halt at his presence. With a massive smile, Reid delivers the news. "We have a son. Noah Quinn Carter weighed in at 8lbs 5oz. Mom and baby are doing good."

  The room erupts into cheers as Reid makes his rounds with his brothers and they congratulate him on the birth of his son. When he gets to Quinn, Reid says something into his ear right before he takes Quinn's head in his hands. They stare silently at each other for a moment before they pull one another in for a hug and clap each other on the back.

  It's after sunrise the next morning when we leave the hospital. Quinn and me, along with Logan and Bella, Gabriel and Alba are standing in the parking lot about to load up when Jake speaks. "Ma just called. She said breakfast would be ready in about an hour."

  "Fuck yeah, Prez. You don't have to ask me twice," Quinn says. Mounting his bike, Quinn holds out his hand. "Come on, Sunshine. My stomach waits for no one."

  Rolling my eyes, I take his offered hand, climb on behind him, and wrap my arms around his waist. As we cruise down the road, through the countryside and we pass the lake on the way to Jake's parents place, I look around at my beautiful surroundings. The sun rising over the mountains is lighting the lake up with colors of orange and yellow, and with the cool crisp breeze beating down on my face, I can't imagine a moment more perfect than this one.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Quinn

  I wake to the sun creeping through the slates in the window blinds, and Emerson tucked into my side. It's been several weeks since shit with the Reapers took place, and I'm feeling great. So, my life and the clubs has finally started to get back to normal.

  My woman and I had a long talk about all the things we plan to do, and she really likes the way thing are right now. She has become very comfortable staying here at the clubhouse, so Emerson decided not to renew the lease on her apartment last week.

  Laying here in bed, I watch my woman sleep while I think about our future. I haven't asked her to marry me yet, and Emerson hasn't brought it up. Not that I don't want to make her mine legally, I only want to give her a moment she will remember for the rest of her life. Plans have already been set in place long before now to make sure that happens.

  As much as living here at the clubhouse has been great we've also talked about finding a house before the baby arrives. What she doesn't know is we won't need to find a home because I had one picked out and paid for several months ago. The only thing I'm waiting for is the final phase of remodeling to be completed in the master bedroom before I surprise her. Reid should have that wrapped up by the end of the week.

  Emerson stirs, and her eyes flutter open. "Good morning," she smiles. "What time is it?" she blinks letting her eyes adjust to the sunlight.

  "Good-mornin' to you too, beautiful. Time for us to start the day. We have to be at my mom and dad's place in an hour," I rub her thigh.

  "Sorry I crashed on you last night. I've been tired more than usual these days." Emers
on stretches her arms above her head causing her tank to rise and expose her baby bump. I love that she's finally starting to show. The fact she is carrying another life inside her leaves me awestruck all the time.

  "Sunshine?"

  "Hmm?" she moans through her stretch.

  "You're beautiful," I confess watching the sunbeams dance across her skin. "I love you."

  Giggling, she teases as she rubs her tummy. "I'm gonna gain more than I should if I continue to eat my weight in waffles every day. Will you still love me then?" her bottom lip pokes out, and she looks down at her body.

  A body I see nothing wrong with.

  Whether she's serious or not—I don't like her asking that sort of question. Gently grabbing her, I bring her to straddle my hips, and I let my eyes roam her body. She is absolute perfection in my eyes. "Don't joke about somethin' like that," my eyes stay fixed on hers. "I could never unlove you."

  Her face softens. Grabbing my hand, she places it on her chest. Her heart thumps against my palm. Then she puts my other hand on her growing belly, and my little girl kicks. "They beat for you," she smiles down at me.

  I smile. Fuckin' Perfect.

  Feeling my cock harden, Emerson rotates her hips. My hands fall to her ass helping her grind down harder. Tilting her head back, she moans. Clasping the hem of her t-shirt, Emerson pulls it off over her head and discards it to the floor. Bringing my hand up, I cup her breasts. When I pull on her sensitive nipple, she grinds down on my aching cock and I can feel the heat of her pussy through the thin material that's separating us. Needing to taste her breast, I swipe my tongue over her sensitive rosy tip before pulling it into my mouth. Her hands go to the back of my head and she fists my hair. Using my teeth, I tug on her piercing.

  "Oh god," she moans. As if my mouth on her nipple has caused some sort of switch to be flipped, Emerson's movements become frantic. Scooting back slightly, she grabs the waistband of my boxers and slides them down just far enough to release my raging hard on. In lightning speed Emerson tugs her panties to the side and I barely get a glimpse of her glistening pussy before she grabs ahold of my shaft and impales herself down on it, all the way to the hilt causing me to curse. "God damnit fuck!" I've heard that woman who are pregnant become extra horny. I'd say by the way Emerson is bouncing up and down on my dick right now it's true. Her pussy is eating every inch of my cock up. I have to say it's a huge fuckin' turn on seeing my woman use my body for her pleasure. Digging my fingers into Emerson's ass, I stare up at her bouncing tits and watch her face as she rides me. "That's right babe, take what you need."

  "Oh god, Quinn. I'm going to come," she says digging her nails into my shoulders nearly drawing blood. "Come now, Sunshine." Before the last word leaves my mouth her pussy clamps down on my cock triggering my own release. Emerson's limp body falls against my chest as we both take a moment to catch our breath. "I swear I don't know what just came over me," she confesses.

  "Babe, that was hot as fuck. You'll get no complaints from me."

  My dad had my car parked in the driveway waiting for us when Emerson and I finally arrived an hour late this morning. I wasn't even aware he knew someone had vandalized it until he informed me Jake talked to him about it the week he was camped out at the clubhouse while I recovered. Dad made some calls, had it towed to Bozeman and a few weeks later here it is.

  I run my hand across the hood of the car, then walk around and open the door. "It looks fuckin' amazing, Dad. How much did this set you back?"

  "Don't you worry about all that, Son," he says waving his hand, "a friend of mine owed me a favor."

  I glance back at the house. Kat ran out and kidnapped my woman the moment we parked and got out of the car. With Emerson being inside it gives me the perfect opportunity to talk to my dad. "I'm gonna ask Emerson to marry me."

  His face lights up, "I'm happy to hear that. When do you plan on popping the question?"

  Closing the car door, I prop my arms on the hood. My dad does the same on the opposite side of the car. "You planning on asking her dad for her hand?" he questions.

  I've thought about this question many times. Each time I always come back around and asks myself the very same question. Would I expect a man to ask my permission to marry my little girl? The answer is always the same—he damn well better. "Her parents are coming for a visit this week. I plan on talking with him then," I tell him.

  He nods, "you plan on marrying her before the baby arrives?"

  If everything goes according to plan—"That's what I'm aimin' for."

  "Breakfast is ready," Kat yells from the front porch then skips back into the house.

  Dad steps back and rubs his stomach, "it's a good thing I've started back to work. I've put on twelve pounds eating the leftovers your mom keeps in the fridge."

  The two of us walk towards the house. "That's why Mom hasn't dropped food off by the garage in forever? You've been hoardin' it all for yourself?"

  My exaggerated reaction causes him to chuckle, "Quinn, don't ever change," he pats me in the back.

  The morning flew by and before we knew it Emerson and I had spent more than half the day hanging out with my family. Mom even dug out the family photo albums. Emerson's favorite was one of me when I was around four years old. My mom had snapped a picture of me from behind while I stood out in the snow-covered yard with my pants around my ankles takin' a piss.

  "He went through a phase where he only wanted to tinkle outside. Once, after coming home from the grocery store he started to pee right there in front of the house on the hedges. His pants around his ankles and his little toosh visible for every neighbor to see," my mom's laughter fills the room, and Emerson breaks out in a fit of giggles herself.

  "This is good to know. It prepares me for what I could expect if we have a boy," Emerson rubs circles on her belly.

  "It's going to be a girl, Kat joins in on the conversation.

  I point in her direction, "see, what did I tell ya. Even my sister knows," I boast. I keep telling her and everyone else my woman is going to give me a daughter.

  "What makes you think the baby is going to be a girl, honey?" my dad asks smiling down at her as my sister continues thumbing through photos scattered across the living room floor.

  "I keep having the same dream at least once a week. Emerson is wearing a yellow summer dress. She is sitting on a white blanket at the edge of a lake holding a little girl on her lap." She looks up to see us all staring at her. "What?" she shrugs, "I mean, I guess I could be wrong. It is only a dream."

  But my heart believes every word my baby sister says.

  We stay a while longer before we decide to leave. "We have to get going," I stand and help Emerson off the couch. With the sun starting to set, we make our way to the front door and say our goodbyes.

  "It's been such a wonderful day," my mom hugs Emerson then embraces me. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek before KitKat wraps her arms around my waist giving me the tightest squeeze she can.

  "You kids be careful, and Quinn," my dad clasps my shoulder, "you need any help with anything let us know," he smiles.

  He's referring to the plans I've made and have already begun to put into motion after shooting off a few texts earlier. I have big ideas, and it's going to take the entire family coming together to make it all happen. "Thanks, Dad," I return a smile.

  "Emerson, Sweetie. Isn't your mother supposed to be in town soon? I'd love to have lunch with her," my mom asks.

  "Oh, yes, I forgot," she looks at me, then back to my mom. "My dad texted earlier. They decided to come see us a couple of days ahead of schedule, so you'll have plenty of time for a visit," she tells her.

  Finally making it out the door, Emerson stops.

  "You okay, Sunshine?" I ask.

  "I'm just happy," she smiles and I smile back.

  Pulling the car door open, I grin, "hop in, beautiful."

  We're cruising down the road with the windows down. I look over at Emerson with her hand out the window dipping it high an
d low through the breeze. The weather is starting to change. Personally, this is my favorite time of the year. The leaves are beginning to turn from green to bright hues of orange and red, and the air carries the smells of delicious food from the county fair that rolled into town two days ago. I still can't believe my woman has never been to a fair. Mom and Dad took me every year to both the county and state fair. We would get up early in the morning and make a three-hour drive to enjoy the rides and stuff our faces with fried food.

  All that is about to change, because I'm going to surprise her by takin' her tonight. It's not as big as the one in Great Falls but big enough she can experience the sights, smells, and bright lights of the Ferris wheel after dark.

  "Oh my god. Do you smell that?" she inhales and closes her eyes. When she opens them, the Ferris wheel comes into view, and her eyes light up. "You're taking me to the fair?"

  "If you're not too tired," I reach across the seat and grab her hand. Her eyes water a bit, and she vigorously shakes her head no.

  After parking, we start walking down the short midway. "So, what do you want to do first, Sunshine?"

  "I want one of those footlong corn dogs coated with hot mustard sauce."

  "You read my mind, sweetheart."

  Later, after the sun has set, we walk hand in hand. "Well, beautiful. I think we have played every game on the strip," I announce holding a giant unicorn, a sizeable inflatable hammer that makes a squeaky noise whenever you bop someone with it—I know this because she has used it a few times on my head, and a goldfish—a living goldfish.

  Grabbing the bag containing the fish from my hand, Emerson examines it. "What are you going to name it?"

  "Name it? It's your fish, Sunshine."

  Her eyes lift to mine, "I won this for you. You have to give it a name."

  I pull her close, "we can name it later. You ready to take a ride with me on the Ferris Wheel?" I kiss the tip of her nose. She smiles.

  Leaving our loot next to the ride operator, I help her onto the seat then sit down beside her and pull the lap bar down. I wrap my arm around her shoulders as she snuggles into my side as the wheel begins to move. I watch her face light up like a kid at Christmas as she takes it all in.