“One more, baby. Just one more push and we’ll be holding our boy.”
I won’t lie, during the course of the next half an hour, I cried, I screamed, I threatened to castrate Jake, and I may have accidentally on purpose kicked the doctor in the side of his head. Whoops. Oh well, that will teach him for telling me he understands my pain now, won’t it?
But when the last excruciating contraction rips through me, I bear down and push as hard as I can, begging and pleading for this it be over. I’m drained, sore, and covered in God knows what, but the moment I see the dark shock of hair on my son’s head, I break into body-wracking sobs of sheer relief.
He’s beautiful. Axel Knox Hansen looks just like his daddy, and I couldn’t be happier. I mean, I can’t see the color of his eyes since they are scrunched closed, but the rest of him from the tips of his tiny toes to the cute button nose on his face is all, Jake.
With Axel being checked over by the doctor and one of the nurses, Jake leans forward to place a tender kiss on my lips and brushes a lock of hair off my face that has fallen in my eyes.
“He’s fucking perfect, Farrah. I’m so proud of you, baby. So damn proud.”
My eyelids are heavy, and I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to miss out on seeing Jake hold out son for the first time. And I’m glad I didn’t. The sight of my husband holding a newborn is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever witnessed.
“I love you, Jake,” I whisper, my valiant efforts to stay awake fading fast.
“I love you more, baby. Now sleep. We’ll be right here when you wake up. We’re not going anywhere. Ever,” he reassures me as I drift off into dreamland.
EPILOGUE
~ Jake ~
“Eli dropped off your report to me this morning on his way out. I take it you informed the client her stalker has been found?” Lyric asks, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest.
With his motorcycle boots propped up on the edge of his desk, a leather jacket hanging from the back of his chair, and a good portion of his body covered in tattoos, no one would think he was the owner of one of the most successful celebrity protection companies in L.A. Yet, that’s precisely what he is.
When I pitched the idea of D.I.C.E to Lyric, I never expected to be sitting here today, talking about opening another office in New York so soon. I knew between us we could make a go of it; the guys Lyric employs are highly skilled and work their asses off under some tough circumstances. Trust me, being mobbed by hundreds of crazy fangirls, desperate to get within a foot of their favorite pop icon isn’t fun. But this? Two offices with the potential to open three more within the next twelve months? Never.
Nodding, I lean forward resting my elbows on my knees.
“Yeah, I called her. And let’s just say, Leandra won’t be trusting everything to one person ever again.”
What Eli and I thought was going to be a quick in and out assignment turned into months of chasing our tails, followed by a solid week of confirming what we’d come across on the hidden camera we placed in Leandra’s study. It seems that her manager, Jeffery believed he deserved more than the cool quarter mill he was getting paid each year, and was helping himself to Leandra’s personal accounts. Worse still, he was responsible for the letters and texts she was receiving.
There was no stalker, just a greedy bastard who thought he was above being caught. The moral of the story – something Jeffery has plenty of time to learn while he serves out his eight to ten – is that no one is bulletproof. Everyone fucks up; it’s just a matter of time before you’re caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Oh, and who’s around when it happens. Let’s put it this way; Alex was even more pissed than Leandra. He didn’t think twice about breaking Jeffery’s nose when he came face to face with him as I dragged him out of the house. And if it weren’t for Leandra’s plea for him to stop, Alex could and would have done a lot worse.
“Since that’s done and I’m still officially on leave, I’m going to head out unless you’ve got anything else for me,” I prompt, hoping like hell he doesn’t. I want to get home to my wife and son, not sit around shooting the shit with Lyric.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” he mutters. “When you come back, I’m going to need you to keep an eye on, Ford. I spoke to Eli earlier, and he’ll be partnering up with Talon for the foreseeable future until I can get a read on what’s going on with the moody bastard.”
“Something happen with him I should know about?” I ask, curious to see where this is going.
Shaking his head, Lyric groans.
“Nothing I can put my finger on, but something’s up with him. He’s been an asshole since he took off for a week without telling anyone. Now, I can barely get a word out of him, he’s not showing up to work on time, and he’s drinking more than my dad does. And that’s saying something because my old man can drink me under the table.”
And I’d believe it. Jonas, Lyric’s dad, owns a tattoo shop in Furnace, and is good friends with all the men who make up Vengeance MC. He’s probably been drinking since he was in the womb, building up a steady tolerance to anything less than ninety proof.
“Sophie,” I mumble. “This all started the day Sophie showed up to see Farrah but ended up meeting Ford instead.”
“Yeah, but he talked to her for what? Ten minutes at the outset. I don’t care how attractive she is, ten minutes arguing with a woman doesn’t account for his fucked up attitude and crazy mood swings.” Lyric maintains.
“Then you haven’t met, Sophie,” I state, cocking an eyebrow at him.
I might be married, but I’m not dead. Sophie is stunning, and you’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to see the effect she has on men. Small enough to be classed as petite, her height is the only thing tiny about her. Sophie has huge crystal blue eyes that suck you in, hypnotizing even the strongest of men. Her big tits, nipped in waist and white-blonde hair that reaches all the way down to her ass is simply the icing on the cake. It’s those eyes that have the ability to slay a man. Ford is no different. He’s just her most recent victim.
“You saying this chick has a magic pussy, or she’s just that hot?” Lyric smirks at me.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Ford bellows from the doorway.
“Fuck me,” I hiss under my breath, wondering how much of our conversation he heard.
“Yeah, fuck you. And you too,” he says pointing at Lyric. “I suggest you shut your mouth about Sophie or you and I are going to have bigger problems than we’ve got already,” he warns.
“Look, you two have fun but I’ve got better shit to do than sit around and argue over a woman who’s long gone,” I interject.
Standing up, I make my way to the door stopping directly in front of Ford.
“Listen to me when I tell you, she’s not coming back. It’s been six months, Ford and if she were going to come home, then she would have by now. Her best friend got married and had a baby, and she never turned up, never called, didn’t even send a fucking card. Her sister got engaged, and her brother came home from his last tour of duty, and where was Sophie? Not. Fucking. Here. So give it up, brother. Give her up.”
Not bothering to look back at him to see if he’s headed my words, I stride out of the building, determined to get home to my little family. Part of me can’t blame Ford for holding onto hope where Sophie’s concerned – she’s one hell of a woman – but no one is worth the torment he’s putting himself through. Unless it’s Farrah, and then I would walk through hell barefoot if it meant I could have her in my arms every night and wake up with her every morning.
On second thoughts, I wish Ford all the luck in the world if he plans on ignoring me and chasing after Sophie. Why? Because he’s going to need it.
I’ve been where he is, feeling as if a piece of you is missing when they’re not around, and it’s not a good place to be. In fact, it’s downright unbearable at times. There were moments when I considered packing up and moving just to get away from the memories of Farrah that assaulted me wherever I went
, but I couldn’t bring myself to follow through with it. She had made a home in my heart, so no matter where I went, how far I ran, or how long I was gone, the truth is, I would never get over Farrah. She was so deeply embedded inside me that there was no forgetting her either, not that I would ever want to.
Just thinking about her and our son makes my heart ache. They are my entire world and I don’t know what I would do without them. The good thing is, I’ll never have to find out.
Years ago, Farrah claimed my soul, but I’m the lucky bastard who got to claim her heart.
Forever After series
~ Please Note ~
These are novellas, not full-length books. They were designed to be short, sexy reads filled with insta-love, steamy sex scenes, and plenty of alpha males that will make your panties melt. Some of these alpha males have been mentioned in the Devil’s Spawn and Vengeance MC series, others you have yet to meet. but don’t worry, hopefully, you will come to love them just as much as your old favorites.
So… welcome to the world of Forever After where happily or not is yet to be seen.
Mine
Yours
Claimed
Owned
Seduced
Desired
Taken
Dark Knights Series
Tarnished – January 9th, 2017
Nate
Tainted – February 20th, 2017
Locke
Devastated – TBA 2017
Rhodes
Destroyed – TBA 2017
Slade
Damaged – TBA 2017
Tyson
Books in the Vengeance MC series
Available Now On Amazon & Free On Kindle Unlimited
Call Me…Vengeance – January 3rd, 2016
Fury – February 29th, 2016
Jonas – April 30th, 2016
Gage – May 29th, 2016
Cash – June 30th, 2016
Knight – August 3rd, 2016
Jump – September 30th, 2016
Sarge – December, 2016
Books in the Devil’s Spawn MC series
Available Now On Amazon & Free On Kindle Unlimited
Burnt – January 29th, 2015
Declan and Kendall
Floating – February 26th, 2015
Arrow and Veronica
Saviour – March 27th, 2015
Tank and Priscilla
Captive – May 10th, 2015
Reaper and Adelyn
Broken – June 17th, 2015
Glock and Alexis
Forged – July 24th, 2015
Saint and Tilly
Legacy – October 3rd, 2015
Children of Devil’s Spawn MC
Books in the Patricks’ Brothers Series
~ Please Note ~
As I get closer to releasing each book in the Patricks’ Brothers series, I will update my website and Facebook with the specific dates.
Staking Her Claim – November 17th, 2015
Alysia and Robert
Eye See You – January 28th, 2016
Brookes and Harper
Eye’ll Find You – TBA, 2017 – I promise it’s coming
Finn and Keira
Eye’ll Catch You – TBA, 2017
Brandt and Giselle
Eye’ll Save You – TBA
Landen and Avery
~ About the author ~
Wife of a workaholic, perfectionist, amusing and altogether too sexy husband. Mother of three, and let me tell you this is not easy seeing as they are sixteen, fourteen, and ten. Not to mention, the owner of a large, occasionally ill-mannered Rottweiler called Caine, lastly, I am an indie author.
Born in, New Zealand, I moved to Australia the year I turned eight. Growing up with a younger brother and two loving parents, it wasn't long before I realized my love of reading, creative writing, all things rock 'n' roll, concerts, ripped jeans and vintage heavy metal t-shirts.
With the support of my family, I was able to make my dream of publishing my own book come true in early 2015 with the release of the first book in the Devil's Spawn MC series. Now, with seven books in my first series, it's on to my next projects, the Vengeance MC and Patricks' Brothers series with hopefully many more to follow...
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