I loved the pain so much that I had another tattoo a month ago. My daughter is my life, and Tate, or Jett as his grandfather renamed him of late, has become my son. So, I had a willow tree on my right rib cage with a small Jet plane flying above it.
I also had the lights of a supernova right above the plane, so it looks as though the jet is flying towards the lights. When Shepard asked me, ‘Why the supernova?’
I told him, ‘Because Nova will be home one day, and I want her to know we never forgot about her.’ He broke down in my arms and cried. He told me, he loved me so much that he knows he'd never survive if he lost me. He will never lose me; I hope I never lose him. It's not like that isn't a real fear for me being the wife of a bikers VP. They could quickly lose their lives at any point in time. It scares the shit out of me on a daily basis.
However, thinking about my wedding day, and how it all happened, keeps me from having a breakdown with worry. I always get such a warm feeling inside of me when I think about the lengths Shepard went to, to make it all perfect for me.
My parents weren’t there that day. I would rather have died than have either of them there. My father is dead to me after what he did, and my mother, a stranger after she took his side. Shepard asked me repeatedly why I wouldn’t invite my family. I don’t have any, that’s why. It’s been just Willow and me for so long that I don’t feel we need anyone but the family we chose. The Snakes Henchmen are our family. Vincent and Tate are our family, and we need nothing and no one more.
Of course, Shepard told me that if I wanted we could marry in church, have a big white wedding. However, I didn’t care where we got married, how we got married, as long as we got married. It was the best day of my life, and I'm so excited about spending my life with him. Truly, I am.
However, right now, I am having a heart attack!
Two pink lines.
Two pink lines!
“Lyn, what you doin’ in there, gurl?” Taylor calls from outside the bathroom door. Hadn’t realized how long I’d been in here. “Babe, is everything okay in there?”
“Yeah!” I yell back while stuffing the pregnancy test into the unit beneath the sink. Out of sight is out of mind. “I’ll be out in just a minute!”
When I asked the girls around, I didn’t expect to have a breakdown. I just felt out of sorts and needed some girl time. I’ve spoiled that with the fact I felt sick and had to rush to the bathroom. While in here, I decided to get it out of the way and do the damn test I've had hidden from Shepard for the past few days.
I hadn’t done it before now because I was too damn scared in case it was positive.
How the hell did I let this happen? I’m twenty-eight years old; I didn’t expect to find myself pregnant at this age. I’m not old by any means, but I was nothing more than a child when I had Willow, we grew up together. However, here I am twelve years later, pregnant!
“You look like hell.”
“Thanks,” I mumble while dropping into the seat opposite the girls at my kitchen table.
Shepard was right when he suggested we move into his house; it’s bigger in every way. Big kitchen/dining room, huge living room, a bigger den, four bathrooms, four bedrooms. It looks like the extra bedroom is going to come in handy. Shepard will have to move his gym equipment to the basement, though, and that big backyard will be an excellent place for the baby to play when it gets big enough.
Listen to me, already decided to keep the baby without even talking to Shepard first.
“What’s going on?” I shrug at Hillary before dropping my head on the table.
I don’t want to deal with this right now, I feel like crap, and I assume I look it too. Hillary is so glamorous, tall, graceful. You can’t even tell the woman has had two kids, and there’s no way in hell you’d believe she’s the mother of a twenty-year-old.
She married Titus when Hammer was still in her belly. Hammer isn’t Titus’ kid by blood, but if anyone so much as says that to him, he’ll blow their heads off, and I do mean literally. Hammer doesn't know Titus isn't his father, and Titus doesn’t want him ever to know. He loves Hammer as his own, and that's that.
They also have Haiden, who’s around Tate’s age, couple months older, they’re best friends, and he often stays over with us.
Then there’s Taylor, my beautiful mixed-race best friend. Such a tough time she and BlackJack had when they first fell in love. BlackJack’s racist, very white family banned him from going near Taylor. He was seventeen, and she was fifteen. It almost broke him in two. They may have been kids, but they were so in love.
My Vincent, because they’ve been friends since Jack was a little boy, made Jack see that if he loved Taylor, he’d fight for her. By the time he was old enough to leave his family, he was a prospect with the Snakes. Jack told his father that if he couldn’t accept Taylor, then he wouldn’t be coming home. Both his parent’s said to him that if he went to Taylor, then he needn’t come back. He’s never seen them since.
Taylor’s parents weren’t too happy with her falling for a biker, but they allowed her to be with the man she loves, and they have two beautiful little boys together, Dante and Dominic.
I love both of these women like sisters. I’d be lost without them.
“Don’t give us that, something’s wrong. This isn’t like you.”
“I’m pregnant. How’s that for something?” That shot out my mouth before I could stop it. I lift my head to face them. I thought they'd go into it, but they don't, they both hug and congratulate me.
“How far along?”
“I don’t know, Taylor, I haven’t had time to think about it. I’m scared right now.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” Hillary smiles. “You are an amazing mother, Lyn.”
That’s nice of her to say. I don’t claim to be anything special. I love my children with ease because loving them isn’t hard to do.
“Mommy! Mommy, you have to come quick!”
“Willow, calm down.” My daughter is practically jumping up and down anxiously on the spot, trying to get me to follow her. When she yells how some older boys are fighting with Tate and Haiden, I’m out the door faster than I can blink.
Everyone in this town knows this house is the property of Shepard, Vice President of Snakes Henchmen MC. Only an idiot would cause trouble here.
The two men – and I say men because they have to be at least twenty – standing on my driveway, threatening my son and his friend, should know better than to try anything here. Tate isn’t quite fifteen, what the hell do these men think they’re playing at?
Neither man is all that built in size, they’re around six-foot, scruffy looking surfer types. I’ve never seen them around here before. Probably from out of town. All I know is, if they lay one finger on those boys there won't be a place in the world they can hide from their father’s.
Having made sure Willow stays inside, I make my way toward the men; my best friend’s in tow. There is no way on this earth I will sit back and watch these little fucks touch either boy.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“These stupid assholes think they can say shit to my sister!”
“Jett,” I take his arm, he’s so angry; he looks like he could kill someone, and he looks so much like his father right now. “What do you mean?”
Tate’s - or Jett as I indeed should refer to him as - chest rises and falls in quick succession. I’m terrified he’s going to blow. He’s not a small teenager by any means. He’s taller than me by a few inches. He works out with Haiden every single day, and it’s starting to show on his young body.
I look to the men in front of me, one of them, the tallest, smuggest looking prick with the stubble is smirking at me while looking me up and down like he wants to fuck me where I stand.
“Haiden, tell me what the hell is going on?” Hillary demands, just as I notice Taylor run inside the house. Haiden is also a tall kid, taller than Hillary. I'm guessing these two men don't realize they’re messing
with two kids five or six years their junior.
“We were just out here teaching Will self-defense when these idiots started wolf-whistling at her. They were saying stuff about taking her somewhere to do vile shit to her. They scared the shit outta her!” Haiden yells, without taking his eyes of the two men.
My stomach drops to the floor, and my head is suddenly full of memories I’ve tried so hard to forget. Things I will never allow to happen to my daughter.
‘You’re my special little girl, Lynette. Daddy loves you so much. That’s why we have to keep this our secret. We mustn’t tell Mommy. You promise?’
‘I promise, Daddy.’
‘Good girl,’
“Your boys here,” The smaller of the two seems to be talking to Hillary rather than me. I don’t like the way the bigger guy is looking at me; it’s creeping me out. “Seem to have gotten the wrong idea.”
“The wrong idea?” I step closer; I’m not a weak little girl, I fought all my life against pigs like this, and when it comes to my daughter? I’ll fucking kill any man who so much as thinks about her in that way! “You think that shouting obscenities at a twelve-year-old is them getting the wrong idea? Do you have any idea whose house this is?”
“Come now,” The taller one steps closer; he’s close enough to touch me. I’ll kill him if he tries. I’m psyched up enough right now to do it.
He reaches out his hand to touch me when I’m suddenly pushed back a little. Jett is now right in front of me, holding me behind him. He’s not even fifteen yet, and he’s as strong as a man twice his age. I suppose he would be when he’s pumped full of adrenaline like this. Anybody would be. “Lay one finger on my mom, and I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”
He called me his Mom. I know that’s not what I should be concentrating on right now, but it touched me deeply.
“Your mom?” Big guy laughs sarcastically. “She doesn’t look old enough, but she’s fuckin’ hot, man.” He high-fives his buddy, both of them laughing. “There’s a lot I could do to a woman who looks like your mama.”
“Cunt!” I hiss, and then scream when my boy punches the biggest of the men so hard, he falls to the ground. Wind swipes past my head, and it takes a second to realize Haiden is now wailing on the other guy.
Hillary yanks me away from them. “Don’t get too close; you could get hurt.”
“They could get hurt!” I point to our sons, but she shakes her head.
“They are their father’s sons. They aren’t little boys no more, Lyn. You can’t get in the middle of this, especially now.” I nod, but my heart is so torn. I want to stop Jett from fighting a grown man, a man who could kill him.
I don’t want this life for Tate, but I know nothing I say will ever change his mind. The man he’s becoming is biker through and through. A proud, honest, loyal young man, who will fight to protect his family to the end. I have to be proud of him for that.
I hear the rumble of bikes in the distance. Taylor must have called for backup, but I can’t look, my eyes are stuck on Jett as he pummels the biggest of the two men. I can see the guy has landed a few punches on my boy, he’s got bruises on his face, but it hasn’t stopped Jett. He’s like a man possessed, and I say, man, because no normal child could hit with as much force as that boy right now, except for Haiden.
God, they’re crazy, and they’re going to end up in juvie at this rate!
“No motherfucker ever looks at my mom and sister like that!”
As proud of Jett as I am for taking care of Willow the way he has, I can’t condone this kind of behavior. I will not sit by and watch him carted off by the police for this. Not that anyone in this town would willingly call the cops on the son of Shepard. They’d die within an hour. Plus the Sheriff turns a blind eye to certain things the Snakes do. Certain things. Don’t go thinking the sheriff is so stupid that he’d turn a blind eye to murder. Not with concrete evidence, anyway.
“Jett!” I yell his name, but it’s futile. Either he can’t hear me, or he’s too dedicated to actually committing murder. The guy isn’t even moving any longer!
“Thank god,” I mumble and rush toward the convoy of bikes. “Shepard! You have to stop him!”
“Fuck!” He yells loudly, throws his brain bucket to the floor, and runs to Jett. He grabs him around the waist and lifts him off the now bloodied and battered asshole. I hadn’t even noticed Haiden had stopped hitting the other guy. “What the fuck is going on?!”
Neither boy answers. Both are out of breath, both bruised. I scrub my hands over my face. I can’t believe how many club members are here. What the hell did they think was happening? Why would we need ten of them? Even Apollo is here. I guess that was a given as he is Jett’s grandfather. He’d want to see what damage his young grandson has done to another human being.
Taylor is quietly talking to BlackJack. He’s going to be so angry that his young son’s witnessed this. From inside the house, but still. Little Dominic is just six years old, and he’s now in his father’s arms crying. I feel so guilty about what just happened here. I should’ve dragged the boys inside and called Shepard right away.
Titus is kissing his wife's head while throwing daggers at his son. Hammer is giving Haiden what for. Apollo is looking in on everything. The other guys are all standing around talking about the fact two kids beat the shit out of a couple of scumbags, and how they should be patched members of the club already. Might be joking, but I don’t find it funny right now.
“Answer me!” Shepard yells.
“These stupid fucks!”
“Jett!” Shepard has also taken to calling Tate by his chosen name. “Since when do you go around beating the shit outta men twice your size?”
“Since they told my sister, they were gonna rape her, and then tried to touch my mom!” All eyes shoot to me, then back to Jett, who’s wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. “Ain’t no fucker in this world ever gonna touch either of them and live.”
“You’re a good man looking out for them, but you didn’t need to do this, Son.”
“I ain’t losing my mom and sister. I already lost one sister, ain’t no one threatening to take Will from me. No one!”
I watch the two of them as tears fall from my eyes, Shepard grabs the back of Jett’s neck and pulls him against him. Jett grabs his father tightly, trying to be brave, trying not to cry. He lost so much when Celia selfishly took Nova and left him behind. I’ve spent two and a half years showing Jett that he is loved, and I won’t let him think that he’s going to lose Willow or me because he never will. I love that boy as if he was mine. Hell, he is mine.
“Jett!” We all turn to see Willow running across the drive towards Jett, crying and calling his name.
He manages to pull away from Shepard in time to catch her. She’s so much shorter than him, and he lifts her off the ground with ease, her arms around his neck, his tight around her back. “It’s okay, Will.” “
I thought they were going to hurt you,” She sobs, and it breaks my heart. I clasp my hand over my mouth while watching them.
“I’m okay, I promise. I will never let anybody hurt you. You’re my baby sister, and I’ll always take care of you.”
“I love you, Jett.”
“I love you, too, Will.”
After Jett sets Willow on her feet, Shepard lifts her up and holds her, while Jett and Haiden tell Apollo everything that happened. Apollo orders a couple of the guys to get rid of our unwelcome guests, and we all know what he means by “get rid of.”
As soon as they’re gone, everyone makes their way to the backyard. I stay back so I can comfort Willow. Besides, Shepard needs a few moments alone with Jett.
However, I search the house for Willow to no avail. She came in with Jett, but she seems to have disappeared into the crowd of people. In the end, I see her through my bedroom window. She’s in the yard with everyone else, wrapped in Shepard’s arms. She’s laughing at something Apollo is saying to her. I thought she’d still be more upset, but she seem
s fine now. I can hear her laughing as Shepard tickles her.
“Daddy!” She yells happily, causing everyone to stop dead in their tracks. She called him Daddy. Jett told those men that I was his Mom. Have they been talking again? I wonder whose idea it was to call us Mom and Dad?
“I’m sorry,” I hear my little girl mumble sadly, her little head hanging down. It brings a tear to my eye to see her so sad.
The man I love adjusts Willow’s weight in his arms while tipping her chin up with his free hand. He holds her so effortlessly. God, all she has ever wanted is a father of her own. Like every kid who doesn't have one. “What you sorry for, princess? I am your daddy, and I love you so very much. Never be sorry for calling me that.”
Willow’s arms come around Shepard’s neck; she’s whispering something in his ear. Then his eyes catch mine like he knew I was watching him the whole time. There’s something about the way he’s looking at me. He seems confused or angry with me; I can’t quite tell which. He has no right to be mad at me about anything!
If he’s angry because I’m not out there entertaining everyone, he can go fuck himself. I’m not in the damn mood right now.
I have so much I need to talk to the kids about, and I should be out there with all of our friends, being the happy hostess. Not to drink and party, but demanding that they don’t treat those boys like little heroes. Jett needs a lesson in how to control his anger, even if it comes from a good place. He needs to know there will be consequences in the future should he act that way again.
Then there’s my little girl and the fact she needs me. I want to hold her and tell her that nothing and no one can hurt her with me around. But the truth is, I am so tired I’m emotional. I am completely drained of energy. That’s why I lay down on my bed and close my eyes for a second. I just need a couple of minutes, and then I’ll go down and join in with whatever is going on out there.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
Chapter Seven
Shepard
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