by Lauren Hunt
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Kayla was on her way up.
It was all over now.
Chapter Eleven
Kayla
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the top floor.
Please be gone, Rebel.
But it was worse than I ever could've imagined.
The door to my father's office was wide open and Rebel stood there with his hands raised above his head. Why didn't you try to hide?
“What are you doing in my office, Rebel?” my father's voice boomed.
Mayor McCain came into view, holding a gun pointed right at Rebel. My stomach flipped over. I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my open mouth.
“I'm glad you all could make it,” the mayor announced.
My father stepped forward. “Morty? You can't be serious. Put the gun down.”
Rebel laughed. “Your name's Morty? Morty McCain? You must've been picked on a lot when you were a kid.”
McCain pointed the gun higher at Rebel. “Shut the fuck up, Rebel. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough.” He turned back to my father. “I won't let you control me anymore, Spencer. With you gone, I'll be free and Spencer Enterprises will be done for.”
My father stood in front of me and put his hands up. “Put the gun down and let's talk about this, Morty.”
The mayor swung his gun around and pointed it at my father. “We're done talking.”
Rebel and I locked eyes. He was so calm in such a tense situation. That's when I knew he had everything under control.
Rebel reached down behind his waistband in slow motion. He pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the mayor. The mayor realized what was happening in the corner of his eyes. He swung back around to meet Rebel but it was too late.
Rebel fired off two shots, hitting the mayor in the chest and head. Blood sprayed in large arcs, splattering over the ceiling and walls of my father's immaculate office. A scream finally escaped my lips and I grabbed onto my father for comfort.
Mayor McCain slumped to the ground like a bag of bones, blood pooling around his body.
Rebel quickly jumped to the mayor and picked up the gun. He pointed both of them at my father. “Get on your knees, Mr. Spencer.” Rebel's eyes glowed with rage.
I stepped in front of my father and spread my arms out. “Don't kill him, Rebel. Even if he's a bad man, he's still my father.”
Rebel stared at me, his chest expanding and contracting. The rage left his eyes and he lowered the gun. “Call the police, Kayla. Your father is going to prison for a long time.
Rebel
The cops had everything they needed to take down Mr. Spencer. The DA made a deal with him to send Kayla's father to a lower security prison in exchange for a confession.
Mr. Spencer agreed.
He was going to jail just as fast as I did. And everything was right in the world again.
The next day, Kayla called me over to her father's house. When I arrived on my Harley, the place was swarming with government agents. Big moving vans were parked outside and they were loading furniture.
I walked into the grand entryway which was so familiar to me since that was as far as Mr. Spencer would usually let me into his home. A double staircase led to the second floor. A glass chandelier hung from above. “Kayla, you in here?” I called out. My voice echoed through the large room.
“Up here, Rebel,” she replied, standing at the wooden banister of the second floor.
I smiled at her and made my way through the crowd of agents moving files and furniture. I walked upstairs to the unexplored second floor. I passed by so many different rooms: library, sitting room, gallery, and too many bathrooms to count.
I almost walked by the room with Kayla in it. “I thought you got lost for a moment,” she said.
Kayla was sitting on a tall white bed covered with stuffed animals, wearing a long black dress. The room was spotless like nobody had ever lived in it before. A bookshelf of porcelain dolls stood in a corner and a white desk with a lone sheet of paper in the other corner.
“Don't even say a word,” Kayla said. “I already know what you're thinking and you can save it. This is not what my room looked like when I was a teenager. I had a different bed, the dolls didn't exist, and I had boy band posters plastered all over the walls.”
I couldn't help but chuckle. Kayla was being so defensive. “So what happened then?”
“When I moved out, my father changed everything back to the way it was when I was five years old.”
I walked over to the shelf of dolls. They looked way too expensive.
“I always hated those dolls. They gave me the creeps.”
I could see how their always staring eyes could frighten a kid. I plopped down on the bed next to Kayla and stretched out my legs. “What's with all the government downstairs.”
Kayla lay next to me with her hands behind her head. “Pretty much confiscating anything that had to do with my father—including the house.”
“That's a bummer. We could've thrown some killer parties here with the MC.”
“They're also freezing all his assets. So I won't be getting any money.”
“No problem, baby. You're going to move in with me. We'll make it work somehow.”
Kayla nuzzled her head in my neck. “I'm so glad you came back to me, Rebel.”
“Will you marry me, Kayla?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could even think about it. My brain was on autopilot. How could I be so stupid? I was supposed to propose in a romantic way—not in her childhood bedroom.
Kayla raised her head from my chest and stared me in the eyes. “Are you serious, Rebel?”
“When am I not serious, Kayla?”
Water filled her eyes. “You better not be playing around with me!”
My heart drummed louder in my chest. “What's your answer?”
Kayla slapped me on the arm. “Of course the answer is yes, you big dumb biker.”
I squeezed her to me and kissed her hard. The rock in my pants pressed against Kayla's soft body. “Do you have a present for me down there?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.
I nodded and Kayla began undoing my pants like they were a bow. When my boner flopped out, Kayla gasped. “It's like Christmas morning.” She stroked my shaft, my body sinking deeper and deeper into the bed.
Kayla had no idea how much power she had over me. I'd do anything she asked just to make her tighten her grip on my cock and make me come.
Kayla let go of my length and rolled over next to me. She hiked up her dress to her hips, showing off her long legs. “Take me, Rebel King.”
Oh fuck...she wasn't wearing any panties.
“You're definitely the wife for me, Kayla.” I spread her smooth legs and slid into her gushing slit.
We moaned to our heart's content, not caring that every government agency could hear us. Kayla's hips bucked against my thrusts, shoving my cock deeper inside, stretching out her tight pussy.
We kissed as I pounded Kayla on her childhood bed. I pulled down her black dress straps until her juicy tits poured out. I ran my tongue along her cleavage, tasting the sweat that had collected there.
“Come with me, Rebel. Come with me now.”
It wasn't hard to find my release—especially with Kayla tightening her pussy around my cock and shuddering as she came. I unloaded inside her, thrusting in and out.
“I love you, Kayla” I said, exasperated.
“I love you too, Rebel. Can we go again?”
I laughed. “We're going to spend our entire lives together. That means a ton of sex. And you can't even wait a moment before you want more?”
Kayla rolled over and nibbled on my ear. “I can't help myself. You're too delicious.”
“Well I won't be the one that ever says no.”
We kissed and made love two more times before the government agents kicked us out.
—
The next day, Kayla moved into my house. She unloaded the last box of her th
ings from her BMW onto the driveway.
I helped her carry the last box into the house. “Maybe we could sell your car for some extra cash? Help pay for the wedding,” I proposed.
“We won't need money for a little while,” she replied with a knowing smile.
“What are you talking about?”
Kayla waved an envelope in front of my face. “I totally forgot about it.”
“What is it?”
“The check for the painting I sold at the art show.”
I snatched the check from her. Twenty thousand dollars. My legs became like rubber and I had to sit down for a moment.
“There's more where that came from. The man who bought the painting has commissioned another one from me. We're going to be all right.”
“We're going to be all right,” I repeated.
Kayla was all mine. Could life get any better?
Epilogue
Kayla
Two Months Later
“Why can't you sit still, Rebel?”
Rebel squirmed in the chair, fixing his jeans and shirt. “I wasn't made to sit for paintings, Mrs. King.”
I laughed, stroking the brush along the canvas. “Yeah that's apparent.”
Mrs. King. I still got goosebumps whenever I heard it.
Our wedding was a whirlwind that blew right by us. Rebel wanted the wedding as soon as possible so we needed help. The Reavers MC took care of all the planning and expenses. I was really nervous about the MC planning my dream wedding. I expected leather jackets and a motorcycle to drive me down the aisle.
But it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Right on the beach, the sun shining, the waves crashing in the background. I couldn't have asked for more perfect weather. White chairs were set up along the grass facing a modest altar. It was all so simple, yet elegant.
I always imagined my father walking me down the aisle, his arm nervously shaking. But it wasn't to be. Diesel offered to walk me down. He was a father figure to Rebel and that was good enough for me.
Rebel was dressed in a tailored black suit that barely hid his bulging muscles. I giggled on my way down the aisle—I'd never seen him look so dressed up before.
And he looked damn good.
My white off-the-shoulder gown showed a generous amount of cleavage that got Rebel's eyes wandering. I tried to keep from tearing up as we exchanged our vows but I couldn't help it. The priest announced us as husband and wife, we kissed, and the crowd cheered.
Happiest day of my life.
Our honeymoon was spent in a hotel room right on the water. We never even left the bed.
“How much longer do I have to sit here?” Rebel complained.
“Almost done.” Everything looked great except for his expression. It didn't capture Rebel at all.
“Why are we even doing this today? There's so many dirtier things we could be doing.”
I leaned over past the canvas and gave Rebel a death glance. “I wanted to capture this moment.”
“What moment? Why don't you capture the moment I come inside you? That would make for a great painting.”
I rolled my eyes. “Keep it in your pants, honey.”
My hand moved independently of my body, spreading the paint across the canvas. I rarely had to actually think about what I was painting. It all came out of me naturally.
Rebel was right to complain about this. I didn't give him any special reason for it. But I was about to. I wanted to tell him at the perfect time. That time was now. “The reason I wanted to capture this moment is because it's the moment you find out you're having a baby.”
I continued painting like I hadn't just dropped a bomb on Rebel.
His jaw dropped to the floor and it came right back up to form the biggest smile ever. That's what I was waiting for.
Rebel stood up. “Are you joking, Kayla?”
“Sit back down and no, I'm not joking.”
Rebel dropped back into the chair and sat still, his face beaming.
I put the last finishing touches on the painting and stepped back to take it all in. I couldn't have done a better job.
“Can I get up now and kiss my wife?”
“Get over here, you dumb brute.”
Rebel rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. “I'm going to be a father?”
“Yeah and you better not fuck it up.”
Rebel put his hand on my stomach. “I'm going to spoil the hell out of him or her. Do you know yet?”
I shook my head. “Still got a couple more months until we can find out.”
Rebel showered me with kisses, choking my body with his arms. He stared at the painting, tilting his head side to side. “You were actually able to catch the surprise look on my face.”
“It came out perfectly.”
Rebel turned to me and smiled. “I'll love you forever, Mrs. King.”
“Until the end of time, Mr. King.”
The End
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My life is hell...It's no place for a baby.
Breaker
It was supposed to be only one night.
One night of pure raw passion.
But then she shows up pregnant and I'll do whatever it takes to protect them both.
My family is all that matters now.
Chapter One
Breaker
My fingers danced around the rim of the shot glass. I lifted it up to eye level and swirled the clear brown liquid around. The shot of Jameson burned as it ran down my throat, warming my insides. I slammed the glass down on the bar and waved the bartender over.
Hunter and I had known each other since we were boys. I remembered us playing cops and robbers in the trailer park, the old people yelling at us to keep it down. Those were carefree days. Now Hunter owned the Stinky Goat and I joined the Devil's Hellions MC. It's weird how things turned out.
“Want another, Breaker?” Hunter grunted, wiping the bar with a white towel. His long brown beard almost touched the floor.
I nodded and watched as he poured me another shot of whiskey. I nursed this one slowly, taking a few sips at a time. My head was already fuzzy and the room was spinning. Soon enough I'd be in the restroom puking my guts out into the nasty toilet. Maybe Janine's number was still scrawled up on the bathroom stall. I wouldn't mind licking that wet slit of hers again.
“Anymore and you won't be able to drive home,” Hunter said.
I grinned stupidly. Hunter knew me too well. “I think we passed that point a long time ago.” Hunter smiled and left the bottle of whiskey next to me. filled my glass again and took another drag. The alcohol churned in my stomach.
“Who looks good tonight?” a voice to the side said to me
I looked over to find Dagger sitting next to me at the bar. I wasn't sure if he'd been sitting there the entire time or not. He wore the same leather cut as me with a big Devil's Hellions spider on the back. He ran his hand through his shoulder-length blond hair and scratched the stubble hugging his chin. Dagger was the Vice President of the motorcycle club and he was the one that pushed me to become a prospect. Now I was a full-fledged member and there was no turning back.
I looked around the room at all the chicks. It was Friday night and the bar was almost half-full. The Stinky Goat had become a become a popular hangout over the years for outlaws and degenerates. Hunter wasn't entirely pleased by the type of customers but he loved the cash it brought in.
I scanned through the crowd and recognized most of the women—that meant I'd slept with each and every one at least once or twice. I glanced back at Dagger. “Looks a little boring to
night.”
