Loretta weighed ten pounds and she is the chubbiest, cutest baby I have ever seen. My mom is staying with us for the next couple of days to give Etta and me an extra break.
I help Etta sit up with Loretta when Trey puts down the tray for her and I see he made her a huge breakfast. “Eat up, you need to regain your strength and you’re taking a huge-ass nap after. Give me the baby.”
Etta and I laugh out loud knowing the whole reason he wants her to take a nap is because he wants to cuddle Loretta.
My mom sneaks her head in the door and she eyes Trey to see if he has the baby. “It’s my turn, Trey.”
I have never seen him glare at anyone the way he does my mom. He leans over and gently takes her. “She is mine right now,” he tells her bluntly.
My mom looks at me and then at Trey dramatically. “How dare you!” Trey slips past her with the baby and my mom chases after him, yelling the whole time about how it’s her turn to hold her.
The second they’re out of earshot, Etta and I burst out laughing at them. “Oh my God, that’s great.” She wipes under her eyes and I kiss her cheek. I love seeing her laugh.
The last few days have been rough for her. “I love you, darlin’.”
She smiles at me happily. “I love you, thank you for giving me this life and our precious baby.”
My heart is so fucking soft and gone for her.
I never thought someone could come along and fucking wreck me the way she has. She has completely taken my life and it’s hers, forever.
“You’re the one who made this life, angel. Without you I am nothing. I went over forty years without you in my life and I will never go another second without you.”
She tears up and I kiss her, her tears mingling with our kiss. Love is not easy, but it’s so worth it because she is worth everything.
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Konrad
Two Years Later
Today is the day I’m putting an end to it all, the day I tell Etta it’s over. It’s not, because it isn’t over for me and it isn’t over for him.
I push open the door, ignoring the stench that I have gotten used to over the years.
“Hello, Michael, how are you today?” I say sadistically.
He doesn’t even acknowledge me. His mind left him a long time ago. He has had every bone broken in his body and he has become Liam’s test subject to test out new tortures.
What he did to Etta is unforgivable and death is not something that he should have had easily, no.
He deserved so much more and he got that.
He has been here in the dark, with enough food and water to just get by like he did her. After all of the pain he caused her, he has suffered it in his own way.
I could hear him screaming from the top of the stairs, hallucinating in the dark. He’s so pale that he glows.
It’s time to let the shit pass now. I walk up to him, my gun pressed against his forehead. “Say hi to the devil for me, fucker.” He doesn’t even blink.
I pull the trigger and he falls back on the floor in his own shit and piss. Now it’s over.
I turn around and don't look back.
Inside of the house I built for us, Etta is in the kitchen feeding Loretta her dinner and she turns around when she hears me walking in.
I smile at her little baby bump. I press my hand to it and give her a sweet kiss. “How was my girls’ day?” I ask them both.
Loretta gives me a toothy grin, spaghetti sauce covering her face and all in her hair. She is the spitting image of her mother and so beautiful. “Hi Daddy.” I will never grow tired of her calling me that.
“Hi Daddy,” Etta repeats, and I give her a heated look that lets her know I have plans for her later.
“We have a babysitter later, Daddy.” She changes her tone when she gets to Daddy.
“Oh really?” I reach around and squeeze her ass. I put my mouth up to her ear. “I can’t wait to eat my dinner later.”
I watch in satisfaction as she shivers.
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Etta
The wait for Trey to pick up Loretta was a killer. I handed her off and ran up the stairs, where I find Konrad sitting at the foot of the bed in a chair.
“Oh my God, this again?” I snort-laugh.
“Darlin’, I am starving. Get your ass on the bed.” He points and I hurry out of my clothes, lying down in front of him. “Yes, sir,” I moan in anticipation.
He grips my legs, sliding me down to where he wants me. He licks his lips and gives me a wicked grin. “Now sit still and let me feast.” His lips press against my inner thighs.
It’s straight torture before he does exactly what I want.
Fucking bliss.
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Loretta
Sixteen Years Old
“Dad! I need some money.” I shush Dylan behind me, banging on their bedroom door once again for them to answer.
Dad swings open the door and gives me a stink eye. “Where do you think you’re going, lady, at this hour?”
I smile, giving him my best smile that lets me get away with a lot of things. “Me and some of the kids are going to the movies. They’re outside right now.”
He walks to the window and looks out to see who I am talking about. I try not to roll my eyes because I only hang out with the rest of the MC kids.
He reaches into his pocket and hands me a hundred. “Don’t come back until midnight.” Then he walks into the bedroom once again and I hear mom squealing with laughter.
Dylan looks like he’s going to throw up and I feel exactly the same way, but I do hope that one day I find love like the love my parents have.
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Author note: Don't worry, she finds the love of her life and her dad definitely does not approve.
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Ronny Grim Sinners MC Next Generation Book One Coming in 2022
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SMILEY’s
Adeline
I never expected my life to turn out this way. My daughter and I were trapped in the middle of nowhere, living with pimps and drug dealers. Her father was a piece of shit, a piece of shit I was forced into living with as a means of survival.
The moment I hit age eighteen, I’d been kicked out of the house. No money, no belongings, and stuck in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people who wanted me to be their next whore. I couldn’t do that.
This was selfish of me, but this older guy had been after me for years, and I had nowhere else to go. I knocked on his door, and that’s the worst thing I’ve done in my entire life.
My life was never the same after that. I became the one thing I’d never wanted to be: a prostitute. My life was completely controlled by him. I lived in fear, and I wanted out so bad. I hated him so much—I hated my life. I also became pregnant. And when my daughter was older, around the time she should have started school, he began to scream at her and threaten her.
I would not let that stand; I loved my daughter more than life itself. She deserved more than the life she’d been dealt. She was way too sweet for the world she was living in.
We were two hours outside of civilization. For years I saved up what little I could find; it would be enough to get us into town.
He caught me sneaking out of the house with my daughter. Alisha ran away and hid, and I took the brunt of it. Then he did the unthinkable. He injected me with drugs, and I became someone I never thought I would be. My life was taken away. He would pump so many drugs into me that I couldn’t even tell you my name. Years of my life were gone in a split second.
I saw my daughter in glimpses of memory throughout the years. I wanted to reach out to her, but he would see the moment of clarity in my eyes and jab me with a needle—then I was gone again.
I overdosed so many times, and afterward I wished I had died. I was worthless, the worst mother in the whole world, because I had abandoned my daughter when I should have taken care of her. Eventually she grew up, but she was still trapped in this life.
Now I am staring at his body. He is dead, with a bullet right between his eyes. He has been dead a couple of days, and I am finally conscious enough to realize it. Pain is the first thing I feel, and the next thing is a fluttering in my chest. Hope. Pushing myself off the floor, I walk into the kitchen and check the place where I hid money oh so long ago.
Opening the cabinet, I see the money is still there. I press my hand to my mouth, crying. Crying for the first time in so long, because I am free. But Alisha is gone.
I am going to get help and get myself back to the person I used to be. Then I am going to find my daughter, if it’s the last thing I ever do.
Adeline
One and a Half Years Later
When I walk into Alisha’s house, she is sitting on the couch with her twin babies. Her husband, Techy, whose real name is Jordan, is sitting with them, doting on the twins. Alisha and Techy met online, and he took her away from a hopeless situation—and Techy and his group killed my husband.
I don’t even want to say his name, the thought of him sickens me so much.
From the moment I met Techy, I’ve been so happy that my daughter knows what a real man is, and what real love is. I am so happy for her.
“Hey Mom, right on time.” Alisha gives me her blinding smile, which reaches her eyes. For years I never saw that.
I smile back at her. I reach down and take a baby from her, smothering her in kisses. I have basically taken over the role of grandmother to every single member of the Devil Souls MC.
The MC has become a huge part of my family. In the beginning they were very wary of me. After all, the past couple of years had been hell. I was barely down from my high, and I couldn’t remember much of my past. I did everything I possibly could to gain their trust and, over time, I did. I babysit their kids when they want a night out. I am the person they call if they are sick and need someone to help take care of them.
After missing so much of Alisha’s life, I’ve done everything I can to be integrated into every part of her world. I have become exactly who I wanted to be.
Alisha, Jordan, and all the other MC members have this love that I never knew could exist. I’d never known men could be this way. For as long as I could remember, every single male in my life had been mean, abusive, and just a horrible person. My dad couldn’t stand me because I was just another mouth to feed.
I want that kind of love more than anything else. I want to feel safe. I want to be so happy with someone that I can barely sit still. I want all of that, and I hope I can have it someday. But the most important thing is that I have my family.
The baby in my arms starts squealing with laughter, and I smile at my precious little Vanessa. Jordan sets the baby boy on the floor, helping Alisha off the couch. “Thank you so much, Ma, for watching the babies.” Jordan smiles and gives me a side hug.
He lets me go and Alisha takes his place beside me. “I love you, Mom.”
My heart is filled with happiness. “I love you, baby girl.” I kiss her temple. She kisses both of the babies, and she and Jordan walk out the door.
I sit down, and little Joseph scoots over to the edge of the couch and lifts his arms for me to hold him. “Aww, Gigi’s boy.” I bend down, lifting him up and kissing his chubby cheek as I snuggle him.
They are both the sweetest little babies. I want more kids of my own someday. I want to do it over again. I want to do it right. I want to have a real family, with a husband who truly loves me. But I will never have that, and I will forever carry guilt over what my daughter went through. I wasn’t strong enough to take her out of the situation we were in.
I wish that everything had been different. I wish my life had never gone down the path it did, but the life I have now is something I will be forever grateful for.
My demons haunt me. I am tormented by nightmares, and I’ve slept in the bathtub because the bed made me feel so vulnerable. I panic when strange men touch me in public. I get so paranoid; I expect the worst out of people. I put on a show for my family, but I am broken on the inside. And when I look at myself in the mirror, I am half disgusted by what I see. My body is scarred from my neck down, and I do everything in my power to keep that hidden.
This is my pain to bear; my daughter doesn’t need to know any of the hell I went through throughout the years.
My story started out with making a horrible mistake, out of desperation, and being forced to have sex in exchange for food and a roof over my head. But my daughter is the best thing that ever happened to me. She was my life, and for six years I did everything I possibly could to be the best mother in the whole world. The split second he turned his anger on her, I was going to leave. But he injected me with so many drugs that I am not sure how I am alive. I was comatose. It was my worst nightmare coming true.
“Ba-ba.” Joseph breaks me out of my thoughts, pulling on the ends of my hair and giving me a slobbery grin. I run my finger down his cheek, my tear landing on the back of my hand. One day I will be able to breathe freely.
I smile, my heart filled with hope. One day.
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Later That Night
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I put on a cheerful face for everyone but, on the inside, I just hurt. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. I dread closing my eyes and knowing what I will see.
Something bangs the wall behind my head, my neighbor being a dick again. I close my eyes tightly, trying to be calm and focus on my breathing. Everything is okay, what happened to you is over and you’re a free woman.
But I’m not. I’m afraid the people who still haunt me are alive out there, enjoying their fucked-up lives. One thing I do have to look forward to is babysitting Ryan and Myra’s little girl. This is what I live for—I love kids so much. I run my hands over the blankets covering my hips, trying to soothe my nerves, something that has become a habit over the past couple of months.
When I first got clean, I never had nightmares. But as my mind cleared, horrible memories started to surface.
Stop these thoughts, Adeline! You’re not usually this bad, get over it, I scold myself. I turn over onto my side, my back to the wall, and relax.
I wake up the next morning, my neck hurting from sleeping in a cramped bathtub with only a blanket under me. I sit up, rubbing my face, staring at the faucet. What would it be like to have one full night of sleep? If I see a doctor they will prescribe slee
ping pills and, since rehab, I don’t take any drugs stronger than Tylenol.
Gripping the sides of the bathtub, I push my sore and tired body off the bottom of the tub just as there is a knock on my door. My body freezes with absolute terror. My first thought is, He has found me.
But that’s not true; he is dead. I close my eyes, shaking my head, trying to calm myself and my racing heart.
I go to the door after the second knock and peer through the peephole. I let out a huge breath when I see that it’s Techy.
I unlock my many locks and pull the door open. When I see his grim expression, I know that we are going on lockdown. “A down-low lockdown?” I ask. This means there is danger and the club wants to keep everyone close.
He nods, stepping into my apartment and shutting the door behind him. I walk into my bedroom to get some clothes. “Techy, how many days do I need to pack for?” I grab my bag from under my bed.
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