Breaking the kiss, I straighten up and look at the nurse, winking at her blushing face.
“No dirty-minded boy is getting anywhere near my daughter, no way in fucking hell,” I state, making the two women laugh.
“I second that, except my sister, not my daughter. Oh, hell, God forbid I have a girl and she looks like her mama,” Austin pipes in. We fist bump before I look at Indie.
“What makes you think you will be with a beautiful girl?” Indie asks him. He sniggers before puffing out his chest, then answers her.
“Mama Ind, have you seen me? I don’t go for the ugly chicks only the hot ones belong on my arm.” We fist bump again and Indie punches me in the stomach.
“Damn, woman.” I smile down at her.
“You deserved that. Don't encourage him. One day, the perfect girl next door will knock him on his ass and I can’t wait to see him fall to his knees for her,” Indie says, smirking at Austin, who looks terrified, like Indie just cursed him or some shit.
“Oh, you are in for it, boy.” I laugh, helping Indie to sit up and right her clothes. We leave the hospital with a few grainy black and white photos of the baby to show the boys at the club.
We say ‘goodbye’ to Austin as I help Indie into my truck. Pulling out of the parking lot, I spot three bikes that tail us for a few minutes. I try to keep my reaction at bay, so Indie doesn’t pick up on it, but my girl is inquisitive and she picks up on the tail as well.
“Who are they? Are we in trouble?” she asks, trying to keep her voice firm, but I pick up the slight tremor.
“They are the Viper, baby. Not good.” I hand her my phone. “Call Zero, give him a heads-up, yeah?” With a nod, she calls my brother. I keep my eyes flickering from the road in front of us to the fuckers behind, who are closing in. I need to get us out of here safely because I have very precious cargo onboard and I will not let them get hurt or be taken from me.
Losing my first love almost killed me, I will not lose the second.
“Zero, we have a tail. Three Vipers, closing in. We are on Sixth and Blake, heading to the clubhouse. Shit,” she mutters as I am forced to swerve because one of the fuckers comes to the side and aims a gun at us.
“Fuck,” I yell, trying to keep us on the road, but these fuckers are not letting up.
I look over at Indie and I see her relaying what is happening to Zero and the club, but I can see the fear on her face as her eyes glass over and one hand covers our unborn daughter in her belly.
Losing them is not an option.
The window smashes right next to my face as more gunfire follows. Hearing her screams makes my blood boil and my heart ache.
Gripping the wheel, my knuckles turn white with tightness. Keeping the car on the road while waiting for my brothers is nerve-wracking, but I know it is a must. Swerving and dodging other cars on the road, I head to the clubhouse, knowing we will be safe behind the gates.
The rumble of bikes grows louder, the sound letting me know that more bikes are joining the fucked-up chase. I look in my mirrors, only seeing cars and a shitload of black and chrome. No clue if they are my brothers or not until the red and yellow blur gets closer.
Zero.
“I see Zero and Trace,” Indie yells, fear lacing her voice.
“Hang on, baby. The clubhouse is not far. I need to get us there and get you and our daughter safe.”
Seeing the tears roll down her face guts me, but I tear my eyes away and floor the truck, getting us to the clubhouse. Shots ring out behind us. Crunching metal has me snapping my gaze to my side mirror and I see a bike sliding across the asphalt.
Praying it is not one of my brothers, I keep heading forward. I see the clubhouse gate come into view and a prospect must be prepared for us because the gate slides open in a flash and we go sailing through it. The brakes of the truck screech when I slam on them and we skid and slide, but I keep us upright.
Not waiting for anyone, I jump from the truck and run around to Indie’s door, swinging it open, and helping her out. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she is in my arms.
“Fuck, baby, I love you. So damned much.”
11
Indie
My heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest. My skin is vibrating in fear and adrenaline. I hope this won’t hurt the baby. Oh God, the baby. A sob breaks free as Brian holds me tight to his chest, his scent invading my senses. With my arms wrapped tightly around his trim waist, I hold tight for fear of him leaving me.
“Fuck, baby, I love you. So damned much.” I suck in a harsh breath and lift my head up to see his face. I want to see his eyes when he tells me again. Giving me a gentle smile, he uses one hand to wipe away my tears.
“Yeah, baby, I said it. Not scared to say it over and over again. I fucking love you, Indie Smoaks. The world is ours, baby; me, you, and our kids.”
His voice is raw with emotion, making the tears flow even faster. This man can completely destroy me, but it’s worth every second I get with him. He wants us to be a family and I can’t fight what he wants anymore. We need to move forward; the last hour has taught me that.
Pulling back a little, I tilt my head to look up at the gruff biker who has captured my heart and smile at him through watery eyes.
“I love you too, Brian Tatum. I love Austin. This baby will know what love is, being around our family and the club. Our daughter will be loved, cherished, and a biker kid through and through,” I say, smiling at him. My words hit their mark because he buries his face in the crook of my neck.
The smile on his face presses against my neck, his laughter has his shoulders shaking. After a beat, he lifts his head to look into my eyes. Tears fill his eyes, but he has a beautiful rugged smile on his face.
Leaning in and taking my lips in a soft but affirming kiss, the world around us fades away, like we are the only two people in the world right at this moment. This is my biker man laying claim to me in front of his club, to the world and God above.
A throat clears next to us and we break apart, well, our mouths anyway, Rip keeps his arms firmly around me, holding me tight to him. Turning my head, I see Wolf and Zero standing there with smirks on their faces. Zero winks at me when our gazes connect and I smile at him, burying my face further into Rip’s chest.
The smell of his leather cut seeps into me, making me feel safe.
“So, you doing it, huh?” Wolf asks Rip, nodding at me. With a chuckle, Rip replies.
“Yeah, man. Indie is mine and so is our girl.” Turning me slightly, he rests his hand on my stomach. “I’m claiming her as my Old Lady. Already claimed her in private, but now I need the club to know. She is mine; they both are.” With a nod, Wolf and Zero accept me as his Old Lady, not that I think Rip would have backed down on the decision.
“Fair enough. Welcome to the family officially, Indie,” Wolf says, stepping forward and pulling me in for a hug before handing me off to Zero, who says his piece.
“Not that you weren’t family to begin with, we kinda knew you came with my woman, who by the way is itching to get a hold of you. I am fucking surprised she hasn’t come busting through the doors yet,” Zero says, winking at me.
“She knows to stay put until we clear things,” Wolf adds. “Did you see who was chasing you?” he asks Rip. He gives a curt nod before looking down at me. Kissing my nose, he smiles at me.
“I need to get Indie to my room and make sure she is settled. I’ll come and find you and fill you in.” Wolf nods. With a hand on my lower back, Rip leads me into the clubhouse, where we find Pepper chomping at the bit to get to me.
“Oh, my fucking God, are you okay? Is the baby okay? Did you find out what you were having? Rip, do you know who the fuck attacked my best friend?”
She fires off question after question without taking a breath. I chuckle and so does Rip.
“Fucking hell, woman, breathe. Give them a chance to answer one of your damned nosey questions at a time,” Zero tells her, taking his place at her side, ignoring the sc
owl she is throwing his way. That’s my best friend.
“I’m fine, honey. Rip got us out of there fast. Me and the baby are doing great. We did find out what we are having. It was amazing, and even Austin turned up.” I choke up again at how this young man has accepted me into his life as a stepmother.
Pepper sniffs, wiping away a few tears before she speaks.
“Oh God, that’s amazing. I know you were worried about him feeling left out and shit.” I sniffle, seeing the tears in her eyes also. I have talked to her about me and Austin, how he feels about his dad with another woman and having another baby.
“Things are fine between us. Austin has been amazing,” I tell her.
“Of course, he has, he is my son.” I elbow him in his stomach, but he doesn’t flinch. Damn him and his hard abs.
“Cocky.”
“So, what are you guys having?” Zero asks, holding Pepper around the waist as if she will pounce on me the second we tell them the news.
Looking up at Rip, he leans in and kisses me softly before letting out a loud as hell whistle to get everyone’s attention. The room goes quiet and everyone looks in our direction, my cheeks heat up from all the eyes on me; us.
“I’m officially claiming Indie as my Old Lady. You will show her the same respect you show me, or I will slit your fucking throat. Also, she is pregnant with my kid, which I know most of you know, but today we found out that we are having a girl.”
Cheers and hollers go up around the room, the noise is crazy. We are pulled in for hugs and slaps on the back for Rip, not me. The brothers look genuinely happy for Rip. They know what he has been through and clearly, they support this new path he has found with me and our baby.
“Right, you fuckers, I am going to get my Old Lady settled in my room and I will meet you in church to sort out how we take these cunts down,” Rip growls then takes my hand, pulling me toward his room down a darkened hallway. I giggle at his determination to get me to his room, where I know he will want me naked in a flash.
Pushing the door open, Rip gently tugs me inside, before kicking the door shut behind him. I smile up at him, knowing what he wants. Slowly I slide the straps of my dress over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
His eyes go dark and his breathing picks up with an added growl to it, making my pussy quiver like it always does around this man.
“You are wearing too many clothes, Mr. Tatum,” I say, biting my lip. Standing in front of this man, in my matching bra and panty set, he makes me feel sexy beautiful, even with my baby bump.
With wanton eyes, I watch as he pulls his cut off his shoulders, draping it over the chair. Then he grips the back of his t-shirt and he pulls it over his head, dropping it on the floor. His large hand goes to his belt buckle and slowly, teasingly, he unbuckles it, then pops the buttons on his jeans.
They drop to the floor, then Rip tugs off his boots and socks before bringing his eyes back to me. Licking his lips, he closes the gap between us. Resting his hands on my hips, he leans in kissing my bare shoulder, before sliding a finger under the strap of my bra and sliding it down.
His kisses follow the path of the material, until his lips reach my full breast thanks to the pregnancy. With one hand he reaches around me and unclasps my bra, letting it fall from my body, leaving me almost naked except for my panties.
“On the bed, baby.” His voice is low and husky.
I obey his command simply because I want to feel his body against me and inside me.
Kneeling on the bed, he slides his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down my legs, leaving me naked and waiting for him.
“I need you, Brian. Now.” I whimper in need. Not one to leave his woman waiting, Rip climbs on the bed and settles between my thighs, he doesn’t check to see if I am ready because he already knows.
“I love you, Indie.” He breathes his declaration as he slides into me. I gasp at the intrusion that I so desperately want and need. With slow movements, Rip slides in and out of me. His long, deep thrusts fill me up, causing my body to react to this overwhelming feeling. Tears prick my eyes as he gazes into my soul.
Resting on his elbows on either side of my head, our noses are almost touching, our breaths are mixing as we pant out our desire. The delicious movements of his hips bring me closer to my climax.
“Oh shit,” I pant out when Brian leans forward, sucking on my neck, no doubt leaving a mark for all to see. I gasp at the sensation rushing through my body.
“Mine. All fucking mine. There is no leaving me now, Indie. Forever ‘till we die, baby.” His words send me over the edge and I come in a blazing fire of sparks. Every muscle locks up as I scream out his name just as he comes inside of me, making his cock swell and sending off another rush of desire through me.
Panting, we breathe each other in, savoring the moment before he has to go and sort all the shit that has just happened. But for now, it is just us. Me and my Old man.
We are here, just us, alive, being loved and ready to face what the world has to offer us, taking one day at a time.
12
Rip
A few months later
Adjusting the kid against my chest, she stirs but makes no attempt to wake up. She loves just laying there, chilling while the world around her passes by. The little girl is just three weeks old and is loved and protected by all her family. We decided to let Austin name her. My son named my daughter Ashton.
Ashton is an image of Austin when he was a baby, but she has Indie’s eyes. She jerks when Pepper bursts out laughing at something my girl said to her. I pat her back, soothing her back to sleep. Zero pinches Pepper’s ass, making her squeal again, but then warns her about waking the baby.
“How’s the princess doing?” Wolf asks, sitting down next to me on the sofa in the main room, the very room where Indie told me she was pregnant and I walked away, almost fucking up the best thing that’s happened to me.
“She is good, pretty much sleeps all night, which is good for Indie, she needs to rest.” I look over to my girl, and as if sensing me, she looks up, catching my eye. I wink at her and she sends a blinding smile my way. I am a lucky son of a bitch because she gave me a second chance.
“That’s good, brother. The women need rest after bringing a human into the world.” I smile, kissing the top of my daughter’s head.
“Looks good on you,” Trace says, sitting his ass in the chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. Smiling, I offer him a nod. These boys have been with me through thick and thin and I am fucking pleased they are here to see my second child being born.
“Yeah. So fucking happy she took a chance on me, man. I almost lost them both. Losing Esther was hard enough, but the thought of losing Indie and Ashton makes my gut tighten and my anger boil. Fuckers need to be put down,” I bite out, rubbing Ashton’s back, soothing her, even though she is settled.
“I hear you, man. You can’t risk shit these days. Take it while you can. Enjoy them. I bet the sex on tap is off the charts.” He winks at me and I laugh.
“You got that right, brother. She is a fucking beast in bed,” I reply.
“I heard that, Brian Tatum,” Indie yells across the room.
“Yeah, baby, but you know I’m right.” I smirk back at her.
“Damn, I need me a woman that will let me fuck her anytime and anywhere,” Trace adds, shaking his head and finishing off his beer.
“You will one day, man. One will drop right into your lap and you won’t know what the hell to do with her,” I add, winking at him.
“Hey, I know how to handle women,” he smarts off, making me laugh.
“Sure, you do,”
“Fucker” is all he says.
“Any word on the fuckheads?” I ask.
We have been out looking and put the word out to try and find out more information on the cunts that almost ran me and Indie off the road when she was pregnant with Ashton. We have even called in some favors from surrounding clubs who we are friends with, bu
t we got fuck all so far.
“Not much, brother. I did hear they were holding a girl against her will, but no clue whether that is true,” Trace explains.
“Fuck. Let’s fucking hope not, man.” He nods, taking a sip of his beer.
We sit and talk about anything and everything club business that we can discuss in public, mainly legal businesses that we have. The main door to the clubhouse slams open, making everyone jump, including my newborn daughter on my chest.
“Shh, pumpkin.” Her cries fill the room. Indie rushes over, taking her from me just as a woman’s body falls through the door. She is a fucking mess, blond hair matted, blood-caked over what we can see of her body, her dress is torn, and she is barefoot.
“Fuck, someone call Doc,” Wolf yells. Trace and Dax race over to the girl, turning her gently, making sure not to hurt her even more, but she is unconscious and not responding.
“Fucking hell, it’s Angelica,” Trace mutters. Rage showing on his face. Closing the gap, I see the girl stir, her eyes flickering open and closed. She struggles, but finally opens her eyes fully, focusing on Trace. She gasps before speaking.
“Rory?” she says before passing out again.
“Who is she, Trace?” Zero asks him, looking between him and the girl.
Trace moves more hair from the girl’s face, then brings his gaze up to us. His face is filled with rage and anguish.
“We dated in high school. For a few years in total. I was going to propose to her before we started college, but one day out of the blue she broke up with me and moved away. The last I heard; she was engaged to some dick down in New York. I had no idea she was back.”
“Well, she is, brother. We need to get her treated and find out what the hell happened to her,” Zero told him. So much for some quiet time to enjoy my daughter.
Fuck it all to hell. Here we go again.
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