[Montgomery Ink 00.5 - 01.0] Box Set

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  Her phone rang from her purse sitting on the bed, and she stepped over to answer it. Her shoe got caught on shirt Austin had left on the floor, so she answered the phone without looking at the screen. “Hello?”

  “Sierra, it’s Rodney.”

  Her heart sped up, and she sat shakily on the edge of the bed. She’d heard from her lawyer and friend a few times since that horrible phone call from her in-laws, but not often. Thankfully, she hadn’t heard from Todd and Marsha again. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more that worried her. If they had nothing up their sleeves, they’d call and harass her like they used to when they were out of options. Now they’d left her alone. That could mean they’d given up, but Sierra knew better. They were up to something, and she had no idea what it was.

  That ball of worry turned into stone in her belly, and she had to take a deep breath before answering. “Yes, Rodney. What is it?”

  “Well, I have good news and bad news.”

  She swallowed hard. “Okay.”

  “The good news is that we haven’t received any court documents about their suit. The bad news is they are still trying to make waves.”

  Her body shook. “What does that mean?”

  “It means we’re not out of the dark yet and they’re looking for ways to sue you. I’m sorry, Sierra.”

  “Thank you for letting me know. I have to go now.”

  She hung up before he could say anything back and tried to find her composure. Marsha and Todd wanted to sue her and take Eden. They wouldn’t be able to. There was no way unless they found a way to pay their way into that outcome. The fact they’d almost done that before worried her, but she had to breathe. She had a family barbecue to attend and a little boy who needed her.

  A little boy who wasn’t her own, but she was damn sure acting like he was.

  She put her phone back in her purse, straightened her dress, and then walked out of the bedroom, putting away her fears and what-ifs. She’d tell Austin about the call and what she was thinking after the barbecue. She didn’t want to ruin the party and Leif’s introduction with her own problems. They had enough on their own without adding hers into the mix.

  Austin and Leif sat in the living room, both silent, not looking at each other. Well, they looked, but only when they thought the other wasn’t. She knew Austin was trying to get to know his son, but it was hard. They honestly didn’t know how to go about it and were failing in some respects. Yes, Austin had gone full steam into being a father and hadn’t pushed Leif away, and Leif had come to Austin in the first place, but it wasn’t enough. They were two strangers in an impossible situation.

  “Ready to head out?” she said, startling them both.

  Austin stood quickly, running his hand over his hair. She held back a smile as Leif did the same thing. The two of them were so cute she just wanted to hold them and never let them go.

  “Ready,” Austin said gruffly.

  “Ready,” Leif said as the same time.

  Too. Cute.

  The number of Montgomerys in one place was a little startling—no, overwhelming and “of the oh-my-God variety.

  “It’s like they multiply when they’re together,” Shea whispered from her side.

  “Exponentially,” Sierra whispered back, grateful for the other woman’s presence, though she did seem a bit pale. “You feeling okay, hon?”

  Shea met her gaze, her eyes wide. “I’m fine.”

  Huh, Austin was right. Shea kept saying fine, and no one believed it. Poor Shep must be out of his mind.

  “If you’re sure.”

  “I am. I’m going to go find Shep. You okay right here?”

  Sierra nodded and watched Shea walk away toward her husband. Whatever was going on with that woman, she hoped she’d be better than fine soon.

  A small body leaned into her, and she looked down at Leif, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

  “What’s up, honey?”

  “Just looking,” he mumbled, and she rubbed his back.

  Poor guy. There were a lot of Montgomerys congregated in Marie and Harry’s backyard. Thankfully, no one had brought any significant others that they weren’t married to, other than Maya who brought Jake. Sierra still didn’t understand that relationship other than the fact that the two were best friends who didn’t sleep with each other. If that worked for them, good; however, Sierra still didn’t understand the odd undercurrents. Not that it was her place to judge in the first place.

  Well, that wasn’t quite right, Austin had brought Sierra. Since when had she thought of him as her husband? Must have been a slip of the tongue.

  They stood together silently, watching the others talk and joke around. Leif had already made the rounds with Austin at first. She’d held back so she wouldn’t interfere. She’d make her own introductions later. It wasn’t like she hadn’t met them all before—Leif as well. This was just the first full family event for the both of them.

  There was that word again.

  Family.

  She shook it off. Today was about Leif’s future, not hers. Her gaze landed on Harry, who sat in an outdoor chair, a smile on his pale face. God, the man had to be in pain, but he looked like he was just resting. Apparently, he was doing better than what they’d all thought, so that was good. However, she knew prostate cancer didn’t go away overnight. He was fighting, so that was all that mattered then.

  Austin prowled toward her then, his gaze on hers, his shoulders wide, his stride strong. God, she loved him. If only she could actually buck up the nerve and say that. She didn’t know what was holding her back, but it was something.

  His gaze left hers to Leif at her side, and a cold glint washed over his eyes before he blinked it away.

  Yes. That. That was part of why she held back from telling him she loved him. Leif went to her first. Always. He trusted her and leaned into her hold more than he did with Austin…if he ever leaned at all.

  God. Was Austin jealous of her? No, that couldn’t be it. She must just be imagining things.

  “Hey you,” she said softly, shrugging off her feelings. She was blowing things out of proportion. That had to be it.

  “Hey.” He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. He pulled away, reaching out for Leif, then put his hand down as Leif burrowed into her side more.

  The shattered look on Austin’s face broke her heart.

  “Having fun?” Austin asked after an odd moment of silence.

  Leif shrugged.

  A clatter of feet on the deck and Cliff ran up to them, Sasha right on his heels, even at such a young age. That little girl wasn’t about to be left out of whatever her big brother got into. Sierra couldn’t help but smile.

  “Hey, Leif. Want to go play?” Cliff held a rubber ball like the one she’d used in gym for dodge ball or even kick ball.

  “Play!” Sasha said as she clapped her hands.

  Sierra’s ovaries—the ones she’d thought long dead—perked up.

  Well, that complicated things.

  “Can I?” Leif asked. Her. Not Austin.

  She met Austin’s gaze, helpless. Leif wasn’t hers, no matter how hard she tried. She was only Austin’s girlfriend, not a replacement for Maggie.

  Austin gave her a slight nod, his mouth drawn tight.

  “Sure, honey. Have fun and make sure you let Sasha play without hurting her.”

  Leif rolled his eyes and hugged her hard before running off with Cliff, Sasha trailing behind. There went those damn ovaries again.

  “Be careful with Sasha, Cliff! And let her play,” Meghan called out as she and her husband, Richard, walked toward Austin and Sierra.

  Austin turned, holding out his arm so Sierra nestled under it, resting against his side. Honestly, there were only a few other places better than where she was right then.

  “Hey, little sister,” Austin said as the other couple came closer.

  Meghan smiled and leaned into her brother, kissing his chin before coming over to hug Sierra too. This family
sure loved hugging.

  Well, most of them. Richard hadn’t even looked her way or bothered to say hello. She hadn’t liked him the first time she’d seen him, and that attitude hadn’t changed.

  Nor did she think it would any time soon.

  “Richard,” Austin said, his tone cooler.

  The other man raised a brow. “I believe we already did introductions when you brought over that child about twenty minutes ago. Is there a reason we are doing this again?”

  “Richard,” Meghan whispered.

  Yep. He was an asshole.

  “We like to say hello to people when we walk up to them,” Austin said casually, his body strung tight against Sierra. “You know, being polite and all that crap.”

  “Whatever you say,” Richard said dully then turned to Meghan. “This is the second one we’ve come to in a row. I think we can call it a day.”

  Meghan’s eyes pleaded for Austin to not say anything, and Sierra felt for the woman. There was clearly something going on here that Sierra wasn’t privy to, and Austin didn’t like it one bit.

  “I see Griffin and Alex over there. Let’s go talk to them since I really haven’t seen them today,” Sierra said, blinking up at Austin.

  Austin growled softly then sighed. “I need to go ask Mom a question, so you head on over. I’ll be there in a bit.” He glared at Richard. “Let me know if you need anything, Meghan. Anything.”

  “I believe my wife is just fine,” Richard bit out.

  “I’m fine, Austin,” Meghan said, her voice tired. “I just need to say goodbye to Richard and then I’ll mingle. Promise.”

  “Excuse me?” Richard asked, his cheeks going red.

  “You’re right, honey. If you’re busy, then head on home. I’ll take care of the kids, and since we came in separate cars, we’re fine.”

  Sierra pulled Austin away as the couple fought. Meghan stood up for herself, saying she and the kids were staying at the barbecue at least, but Sierra had a feeling things weren’t about to end there.

  “I’m going to kill that bastard for putting that look on her face,” Austin ground out.

  Sierra stopped him then stood in front of him. “Don’t do anything here. Not in front of their kids. Not in front of Leif. Okay?” She stood on her toes and kissed the bottom of his chin along his beard.

  Austin growled again then kissed her hard. Right there in front of the entire Montgomery clan. “For them and for you. If it wasn’t for that, I’d beat the shit out of him.”

  “I don’t think that’s what Meghan wants.”

  “Screw what Meghan wants. That guy is an asshole.”

  Sierra snorted. “He is, but you not doing what Meghan wants puts you in the same lump with that jerk, so respect her wishes.”

  He narrowed his eyes then nodded. “Fine. I need to go talk to Mom like I said I was going to. You gonna be okay with Griffin and Alex?”

  She patted his chest and smiled. “Of course I will. They’re your brothers.”

  “That’s what scares me.”

  He left her laughing before she walked over to where Griffin and Alex sat on two lawn chairs. A third one sat next to them, empty.

  “You mind if I join you?” she asked.

  Griffin grinned at her and waved her to sit. “Of course. We’re just talking about random crap.”

  Alex gave her a nod then took a sip of his drink.

  “What Alex means to say with that nod is, hello there, Sierra, are you enjoying yourself?”

  Sierra searched Alex’s face and held back a frown at the glassy look in his eyes. It was only the afternoon. Surely he couldn’t have drunk that much already?

  It wasn’t her business, but from the worried look in Griffin’s eyes, it was going to be a family problem soon.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” Griffin asked after yet another awkward Montgomery moment passed.

  Sierra smiled. “Yes, you have a lovely family.”

  Alex snorted but didn’t say anything, merely took another drink.

  Griffin sighed then leaned forward. Since he was on the other side of Alex, he had to talk over his quiet brother in order to speak to her. “Have you heard any good Austin stories yet?”

  Sierra perked up. “Austin stories?”

  “Oh yeah. We have tons of them. Wes and Storm have more since they’re closer in age, but we have enough for blackmail.”

  Sierra laughed and shook her head. “Are you sure Austin wants you dishing these out if they’re blackmail material?”

  “Hell no. That’s why we’re going to tell you.”

  Sierra leaned back in the chair and listened to Griffin tell her stories of Austin’s youth that included a trip or two to the ER. The kid might have wanted to take care of all his younger siblings, but he got in a lot of trouble with a younger Shep. God, she really loved this family. Even the grumpy people opened their arms for her. Well, maybe not Alex, but he didn’t spit at her at least. They were just getting to the really juicy stuff—Austin’s teenage years—when Wes and Storm joined them, bringing over their own chairs.

  “There was this one time we caught him and what’s her name down in his truck near the train tracks,” Wes said. “Damn, what was her name?”

  Storm smiled. “Susan. Susan Lady.”

  “Lady? Hell, I forgot that,” Wes said on a laugh.

  “What are we laughing at?” Maya asked as she strolled over with Jake by her side. The man didn’t talk much, but, damn, Maya had one sexy friend. Not that Sierra was really looking.

  Much.

  “They’re telling me Austin stories,” Sierra answered.

  “I have a few of those,” Jake said, his voice low and deep.

  Maya rolled his eyes. “We all do. You don’t get much privacy in this family. So, what do you want to know? I’m pretty sure we all know the night he lost his virginity since Mom freaked out.”

  Sierra raised a brow, holding back a grin. “I’m good without knowing that.”

  Maya shrugged. “Your loss. Hmm, there was the night he turned twenty-one and got really, really drunk. That was fun.”

  “If you are all done making fun of the man who can’t stand up for himself, I’m here to rescue Sierra,” Decker said as he came over.

  Sierra cocked her head. “I need to be rescued?”

  Decker snorted. “No, but Austin does. Griffin, buddy, I expected better of you. What would you do if you brought a woman over and they told her all your stories?”

  Griffin smiled. “I did. Once. Never again. Oh, the humanity.” He shuddered even as he laughed, and Sierra rolled her eyes and stood.

  “I wouldn’t want Austin to feel bad, so lead the way.”

  Decker held out his arm, and she linked hers with his. “Thanks for all the stories, guys. I’m glad I came.”

  They waved her off then started back on Austin stories. Apparently when they had one, there were three more to be told. What a family.

  “Are you really having fun?” Decker asked as he led her to Austin.

  Sierra nodded. “Totally. Your family is a hoot.” She held back a wince.

  “It’s okay, Sierra. They’re my family if not by blood.”

  She relaxed, keeping her eye on where Meghan watched over the children. Leif was having a blast it looked like, so at least that was one less thing to worry about.

  “I’m glad to hear that,” she said then held back a reaction at the look on Miranda’s face. The woman stood by her parents but watched Decker move, never letting her eyes leave him.

  Interesting.

  Seriously, she loved this family.

  “Hey, Legs, having fun?” Austin asked as he met them halfway, drinks in his hand. “Thanks for rescuing her, Decker.”

  Decker smiled and shook his head. “No problem. Now I’m going to go back and tell them that story about you and the turkey baster.”

  Sierra coughed up her drink. “Turkey baster?”

  Austin blushed. “It’s not what you think.”

  “I’m
not sure what to think.”

  Decker just laughed and left them alone.

  “No really, what did you do with the turkey baster?”

  “There was alcohol involved, but it wasn’t a sex thing. I promise. Let’s just leave it at that.”

  Sierra’s mind went in so many different directions she shuddered at what else could have happened. “Nope. I don’t want to know.”

  Austin wrapped his free arm around her then leaned down, kissing her softly. “Thanks for coming.”

  She sighed, closing her eyes as she leaned into him. “I love this.”

  He froze before relaxing as if he’d figured out exactly what she’d said. She swallowed her disappointment and let it go. Something was going on with him, and she couldn’t tell what it was. But whatever happened, it scared her more than threatening phone calls and the unknown.

  Much more.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Austin guided the needle across his client’s skin, paying extra attention to detail. He did not want to fuck up this tattoo. The man in the chair, Saint, was one big-ass motherfucker.

  Scary too.

  Austin knew he was part of the local Hell’s Legion MC, but that was about it. He didn’t know what else the guy did, nor did he particularly want to know.

  While Austin was big, Saint was bigger. He didn’t have as much ink as Austin did, but it was cutting it close. Over the years, he’d worked on a few pieces on the man, but unlike what he normally did, he never asked what they meant.

  He valued his life too much.

  Not that he thought Saint was going to kill him or anything.

  Maybe.

  He finished up the shading of Anubis on Saint’s side, wiping it clean for the last time. The scary-ass dude hadn’t moved an inch during the entire five-hour session. The man hadn’t even groaned or twitched.

  Austin even winced sometimes during his sessions.

  Not Saint.

  He went through the aftercare instructions as Saint stood, that bored yet I-will-cut-you look on his face telling Austin everything he needed to know.

  Do not mess with this guy.

  Saint left a roll of hundreds on the front desk then walked out, throwing his colors—his leather vest that told what MC he was part of—back on without wincing at the contact with his tattoo.