by Jamie Begley
Razer stood up, twirling her around before stopping and kissing her.
“I owe Cash a beer.” He laughed.
“Razer, you owe him a couple of beers. The ultrasound didn’t show the sex of the other one. I thought that I would wait and get their tat after they got here,” Beth said, surprising Razer with her news that they were expecting not one baby but twins.
Razer buried his head in her neck, remembering how much of a jerk he had been when they first met. If she hadn’t forgiven him, they wouldn’t be standing here in their new home with two babies on the way.
“I’ll be right back,” Razer said, avoiding her gaze.
He walked out of their bedroom, leaving her standing naked. She bent down, picking up her robe. She had thought he would be happy. Doubt set in. She should have told him he was having twins more gently. He had gone from being a man who was determined no woman would ever have a hold over him to a married man and now a father in a few short years.
They had been trying to have a baby for the last year. She had let her excitement overrule her common sense. The reality for Razer must have been too much to handle. She should have known that this was going to…
She slid her robe on, tying the belt. Upset, she started to move away from the window when a movement outside caught her attention. She moved closer to the window. A tender smile came to her lips. Razer was on his knees on the still damp, muddy ground with his head bowed. He had known who to thank after all.
Epilogue 1
Digger sat, finishing his coffee. He was waiting to be moved to the next safe house.
The dumbasses were keeping him safe from the families who wanted revenge for those that had been returned and from those who had learned their women wouldn’t be coming home again.
Digger stood, stretching. The worst part was the fucking boredom. He was used to his business or some bitch to keep him occupied. I’ll get that back again, he promised himself. He would give it six or seven months for their anger to fade and get careless. They would forget all about him, and that’s when he would make his escape and start over.
He would have to start again. He didn’t have a contact left. He had burned them all to save his life; not from the fucking police, they couldn’t wipe their own ass. No, he had to give up everything; the location of his houses, his contacts and the women. That was what had hurt the most; they were his moneymakers.
He had made a mistake going to that little town. If he had stayed out of there, he wouldn’t have met The Last Riders. He sure as shit wasn’t ever going to forget meeting them. They had nearly killed him without leaving a mark on him. He hadn’t even known that was possible.
He had been locked up in that little piss-ant jail after that clusterfuck of a shootout, waiting for his ride back to Queens City, when his cell door had been opened by the biggest motherfucker he had ever seen, taking him into a holding cell.
He had known he would have another interview where he could play like he was going to give his bitches up then, not just to give them shit. He had taken a seat and waited. That’s when they had come in. The meanest motherfuckers he had ever come across. Fuck, they were mean. King was mean, but those men, they had taken it to another level. They had given him one choice and that was to give up his information or he was going to die in that room. He had called their bluff. They couldn’t hurt him; he was in police custody. The law was supposed to protect him.
That had been the second biggest mistake of his life.
They had spread him on a table. One of them had chains with padded cuffs, cuffing them around his hands and feet. Then they had nearly ripped him apart. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he hadn’t lasted long. When they had given him a chair and pencil and paper, he had started writing, making shit up to get him through the night until the Rangers could come and save his ass.
After the first two names, they had taken the paper away and left the room, and he had begun to sweat. Then they came back, throwing him back on the table; this time the one with brass knuckles went at him. He had begged to give them the names when another had come toward him with that long-handled razor.
He had given them names and places. Every so often, they would take the paper away and give him a clean sheet. He wasn’t stupid, this time he knew they were checking and making sure he was still telling them the truth. He had given them most of his businesses, trying to hold onto enough so that he would have something to start fresh with when he got away. He had lied and said he had given them everything. That’s when one had shoved a revolver down his throat.
He gave them the rest.
The next day, when the Rangers came to escort him back to Texas, he had almost broken down and cried. The big sheriff had warned him to keep his mouth closed, take the deal, and they would leave him alone. They had the information they wanted. Digger was no fool; he kept his mouth shut and took the deal the state offered. Now he was sitting sweet, away from The Last Riders and still breathing. He had kind of won.
He didn’t have to see them again, and given time and his ingenuity, he would rise again. Digger laughed at his pun. The world was full of women, his for the taking, and he had one he was going to make sure he got his hands on. He would just be smarter next time.
King’s brat would be his first bitch. He would make sure of that.
“It’s a go. Let’s move,” the police commander gave the order.
They kept him in the middle—two men in front, two in back, three on each side—as they jogged through the hallway into the large elevator. They came out of the elevator into the underground parking garage, jogging in the same position just a few feet to the waiting SUV.
The ones in front slid into the vehicle while the others still kept his body covered with theirs. As he took a step up into the SUV, he didn’t even hear the shot, only felt a millisecond of pain between his eyes, then complete and utter darkness descended.
* * *
“Do you think we have enough steaks?” his wife asked, worried there wasn’t going to be enough for their guests tonight.
Ray pushed the buggy to his car. Opening the trunk, he started putting the groceries in the back of his BMW, not worried about jarring the secret compartment hiding his equipment. He didn’t make mistakes; well, except when he had paid someone to do a job he should have done himself.
When he had missed his target with the car and hadn’t been given another opportunity to make it look like an accident, he had tried to get in her house. He had been planning to play with the woman before slitting her throat, but he had heard the bike of that scary fucker who was always watching her. He’d had to lay low after that. The one tracking him had almost caught him twice.
His mistake had been not to have hired someone smarter to start the fire. She hadn’t even started a decent fight. She had been the one to come running out of that church.
Never mind. The next time he was out on a job, he would swing by and check on her. He couldn’t let her live now; he had already spent his fee. Once paid, he made sure he completed a job.
When he rose up from putting the last bag in the trunk, Ray noticed his wife’s horror-stricken face. It was the last thing he saw before darkness descended.
* * *
Georgia sat down at the picnic table at the minimum-security prison. Taking the cigarette out of her pocket, she lit it, taking a deep breath before releasing it.
She looked around the yard. Her eyes lit on the brunette sitting across the yard with a frightened look on her face. Fresh meat.
Georgia had seen them bring her in that morning. Georgia was going to have to introduce herself at lunch and make sure that, when that new bitch opened her commissary account, she picked up a few things for her. She would, too. She would be too scared not to. She reminded her of that mousey little Willa. Well, she would handle her just like she’d handled Willa—with an iron fist.
She took another deep draw of her last cigarette, inhaling the smoke as darkness descended.
* * *
When Rider’s truck pulled to a stop on The Last Riders’ parking lot, Shade opened the passenger side door, getting out. The other doors opened as Rider and Cash hopped out. Shade opened the back door, reaching inside and pulling out his canvas bag, looping it over his shoulder before slamming the truck door closed. He then moved around to the bed of the truck, reaching inside to help Cash pull out the big ice cooler.
“You go ahead; we got this.” Rider grinned, coming around the back of the truck.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Have fun.” He smiled mockingly, reaching inside the truck bed for the fishing poles.
“Later,” Shade said to both men, turning toward the path that led to his house.
He was halfway there when he saw her running toward him, her purple dress and black hair blowing in the breeze. Spring flowers she had planted lined the pathway.
His somber expression broke into a smile as he came to a stop, lifting his shades to the top of his head so he could see her clearly. When she got close, he held out his arms and Lily jumped into them, her mouth already turned up for his kiss. He gave her the kiss he knew she wanted; he’d take his when he got her inside their home.
“Did you have a good fishing trip? Did you catch anything?” Lily asked, gazing up at him with love shining in her violet eyes.
“Yeah, two big fish and a small fry.”
“Was it fun?”
“Always.” He looked down into her shining violet eyes. “Did you miss me?”
“Always.”
Epilogue 2
“Where is she?” Vida screamed from the bed.
“She’s right here,” Lily replied, setting her purse down on the chair. “My flight was delayed.”
She went to the other side of the bed, grasping the hand Vida handed her and was immediately squeezed tight. Lily watched the midwife between Vida’s legs and the nurse standing by the necessary equipment. Colton was standing on the other side of the midwife, looking ready to pass out.
Vida screamed.
Lily looked down at her in sympathy. “You do know they invented epidurals just for this purpose?”
“I wanted a natural childbirth. I did it with Lexi and Axel,” Vida panted.
“I told you it wasn’t a good idea then, either,” Lily reminded her.
“I did, too,” Sawyer chimed in.
“Will you two not pick on me when I’m in labor? I know I should have taken the fucking drugs, but it’s too late now.”
The three women looked at the midwife. She nodded back.
Vida’s head fell back as she screamed in pain.
“I don’t remember it hurting this bad,” Lily said, biting her lip in worry for her friend.
“That’s because you took the drugs,” Vida said, grimacing in pain.
“And because your doctor was scared to death of Shade. I thought that doctor was going to have a heart attack by the time you delivered John. That’s why he refused to deliver that one.” She nodded her head at Lily’s protruding belly.
“Shade’s out in the waiting room. Do you want me to go get him?” Lily asked, only half-teasing. Her friend was in a lot of pain.
“No!” everyone in the room yelled.
“Okay.” But if this wasn’t over soon, Lily was going to give the midwife heck herself.
Three hours later, the three of them were fighting over holding the babies. Lily stood, holding one in her arms at the same time that Sawyer sat in the rocking chair, rocking the other one. Their husbands had taken the other children for dinner and were going to bring them all back to the hospital to say goodnight to the babies.
“Have you picked out names yet?” Lily asked, moving toward the bed to lay the baby back in her mother’s arm.
“Yes, I have,” Vida said, clearing her throat.
Sawyer brought the other one back, laying it against her mother’s other side.
“This one,” she nodded toward the baby who Lily had beside her, “is Callie and this one, Sawyer.”
Lily stood, staring down at Vida as she lay on the hospital bed, holding her precious babies. She didn’t know what to say.
Sawyer didn’t have that problem. “That’s going to drive you crazy. You’ll have double tats with the same names.”
Lily sat down on the side of her bed. “Or how about when we go on vacation and we’re all together?”
“I already thought of that,” Vida said ruefully.
“Then why?” Sawyer asked.
“Because I can have it again, and I don’t want to miss that chance,” Vida explained.
“What chance?” Lily asked, reaching out to cover the small, wiggling baby who had kicked off its blanket.
“Watching little girls grow up again together like we did. When I hear them giggling together, I’ll think that’s Callie and Sawyer. When they’re driving me crazy, I’ll think that’s like Sawyer and Callie. But most of all, I couldn’t think of two better namesakes.”
Lily’s finger touched the cheek of her namesake.
“She’s a lucky girl to have both you and Colton as her parents.
“Both of them are,” Sawyer said.
Lily watched as baby Sawyer grasped her namesake’s finger in a tight fist.
“I have something for you, Lily. It’s on the table there.” Vida nodded at the table beside her bed.
Lily got up from the bed, picking up the thick, yellow envelope.
“I found it a couple of months ago when I was cleaning our spare bedroom out for the girls. I had put some stuff in there that was mine and Sawyer’s from our apartment we’d shared. In one of Sawyer’s boxes were her school folders. Her mom had saved all her school stuff. When I looked through it, I found that picture. I’ll understand if you don’t want it.”
Lily looked at her friend to see Vida bury her face in her baby’s neck. Her shoulders were shaking. Her eyes went to Sawyer’s own pained expression.
Lily’s eyes went back to the envelope in her hands, sliding the picture frame out. She gazed down at the picture in her hands. The picture was of the three of them when they were children, sitting at a small table at Sawyer’s apartment. They were obviously playing school. Vida was cutting something, Sawyer was obviously gluing things together, and she was coloring. Sawyer’s mom had taken the picture when the three had been chatting away.
When Lily looked at the picture, she didn’t see the obvious neglect of her dirty hair, clothes that were out of season, or even the bruise on her cheek. All she saw was the love and affection the three little girls shared for each other at that brief second in time.
Lily walked back over, sitting down next to Vida on the bed. “Thank you, Vida. I’ll treasure it. It was the best part of my childhood. Those days of playing with you two were very special to me. I learned everything any child needed from you two; what I hope to pass down to my children, and what I will always thank you for teaching me.”
Lily lay the picture frame down on the bed, reaching for the sweet baby snuggled in Vida’s arms. Her sleeve fell back, revealing the tattoo on the underside of her forearm. Clusters of forget-me-nots clustered around three white Easter lilies with her son’s name, John Wayne; Shade’s name; and Sawyer, Vida’s, and Beth’s, their children’s names written inside the small forget-me-not flowers. Each Easter lily held a different word—Love, Hope and Faith. Only Colton could have given the tat the final touch it needed. Part of the tattoo was shaded, but the other half was enveloped in a golden light carrying the darkness of her pain away forever, leaving behind the birth of a new beginning to be shared with everyone she loved.
Books By Jamie Begley:
The Last Riders Series:
Razer’s Ride
Viper’s Run
Knox’s Stand
Shade’s Fall
Biker Bitches Series:
Sex Piston
The VIP Room Series:
Teased
Tainted
The Dark Souls Series:
Soul Of A Man
> Enjoy an excerpt from Cathryn Williams’ book
Stand Of Honor (Stand, #1)
Prologue
“Sweep, sweep!” Melanie screamed at her brother. He was in the best position to take down his opponent and there was no time to spare. Of course, Nicholas could not hear his little sister, but he performed the command perfectly on cue. Nicholas had the stamina. He was known for being the best at wearing down his opponents. Once both fighters were on the ground, he was able to force a tap out by applying a choke hold.
The crowd erupted with cheers. Nicholas had been the favorite in this match.
Melanie waited breathlessly until the referee raised her brother’s hand in victory. Once the hand was in the air, she ran past the guards to be near her brother.
Both her father and she reached Nicholas at the same time. Her father was beaming with pride, sweeping Nicholas into a bear hug. Melanie was jumping up and down, wanting to be included in the celebration.
“Dad, Nick, Dad!” She continued to yell until her dad finally put Nicholas down, picked her up, and spun her around. They embraced in a family hug and had a brief moment of silence. This moment had been a long time coming.
Melanie’s father had been training Nicholas since he was thirteen-years-old. Now nineteen, Nicholas was in the running to become the next champion in his weight division. He still had to prove himself by winning a few more matches against some formidable opponents, but he was well on his way to the coveted title.
As Melanie hugged both her brother and father, she couldn’t wait until her father told her that now that she was thirteen, she was old enough to start training to become the next women’s champion.
* * *
Zane felt something pop. He was pretty sure he’d just cracked a rib, but it was worth it. He was about to defeat his biggest rival, Tobias. Zane had already lost to him once and he wasn’t going to let it happen again in this rematch. Even though he had just taken an elbow strike to his ribs, he was able to get his opponent into a leg lock and knew it was just a matter of moments before Tobias tapped out.
