BAD Biker Bear

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Epilogue

I locked the door to my gun cabinet that was securely fixed to my garage wall. You couldn’t move for bike parts in here.

Gia would kill me if she saw what I brought home this time: a Captain America bike, just like out of the film ‘Easy Rider’.

It was an early eighteenth birthday present for my son, Blaze. Granted, he was only five but he’d soon grow into it.

The twins: my baby girls were two, toddling around, finding their feet and getting into fucking everything. Trip hazards, that’s what they were. Tiny little minefields that left a trail of destruction in their wake. Ava and Aimee, two mini Gia’s. Blaze and I were currently outnumbered. I fully intended on changing that soon.

I love my cubs. My girls are my angels, my boy is my little side-kick. Especially when he joins the MC one day and follows in my footsteps.

The bike is our thing. We’ll work on that together someday. It’ll be our first of many father and son projects. He takes after me...poor kid.

I finished clearing up the tools in my garage and any junk I had that I needed to throw out, then sauntered into the kitchen to empty the trash bin, killing two birds with one stone.

Gia was a stickler for recycling. She’d roast me alive if I left my shit lying around. It was my job to take the trash out, at home and at the motorcycle club...in more ways than one.

Our home is fairly decent. Not the white picket fence that most folks dream about. That lifestyle just wouldn’t suit me too well and we’d stick out like sore dicks in that sort of neighborhood. Gia knew that I wasn’t the suburb type of guy. I don’t get many people knocking on my door to borrow a cup of sugar, lets put it that way.

We found a nice, quiet fixer-upper barn that we converted along the edge of bear creek. It had everything we needed: it had five bedrooms that Gia insisted we fill with cubs, a vast open plan living area downstairs that we crammed with whatever mix and match shit we could find, just to add our own style to the place.

We couldn’t decide between my heavy metal style or Gia’s boudoir chic, so it ended up a clash of the two, which actually works quite well.

“Kian! Someone’s at the door for you.” Gia’s girly, sing-song voice chimed throughout the house. Curious to see who would be bothering me at this time of night, I stalked through the house carrying the big black trash bag.

The guy at the door was busy admiring the sign I put up in the side window, 'Never mind the dog, beware of the cubs'.

He was one of those pretty-boy types. Well groomed and wearing designer clothes. Sorta looked like he’d just come from a modeling shoot. I smelled wolf, not bear. This boy wasn’t from around here and he wasn’t no rogue, that much I was certain of. If I had to guess, I’d say he was one of those rich boys from Stonevale.

“This is funny.” He pointed to the sign on the door with a wide grin.

“Can I help you with something, boy. Are you lost?” I asked in my usual ‘hospitable’ tone.

He stepped to the side as I breezed past and threw the trash into the can at the side of the house. I had to cram the lid down to compact the mountain of bags.

Fucking garbage collection wasn’t due till next week and the side of my property had started to look like a landfill site.

The guy stood patiently waiting for me to finish the assault on the garbage. I glowered at him suspiciously as I made my way back to the front door. Gia was looking back and forth between the two of us, wondering what the hell was going on.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, oozing self-confidence. Clearly not intimidated by me, which I found interesting.

“I’m here on behalf of Alpha Alec White,” he revealed.

“Stonevale, eh?” I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“I was wondering if you’d be interested in a proposition he has to offer?” The rather large pretty-boy spoke, flashing me his pearly whites. He had charisma, I’ll give him that. Maybe that was why the Alpha dog sent him in his stead.

I narrowed my eyes. “Oh yeah, and what does the Alpha Dog want with me?” I asked eyeing him with suspicion.

“Guns and whatever else you got. He said he’d make it worth your while,” he replied casually, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“We have a common enemy. Vamps and hunters. What we propose is a partnership. You provide the weapons and we provide the ammo, and guess what? We have ammo that can kill a pure-bred vamp. Shifters across the world would pay anything to get their hands on this shit. You’ll hit the jackpot. So, what’ll it be?” He propositioned, throwing in the big bucks to reel me in.

With a growing family to support, this sure sparked my interest.

“What’s your name, kid?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He pulled a hand out of his pocket and offered to shake my hand.

“Jace Grayson. Stonevale’s Beta,” he introduced himself as Alpha Alec’s right-hand man.

I returned the handshake, impressed.

“Beast, lieutenant to Alpha Jax. Sort of like a Beta like you, kid,” I replied with an evil smirk.

Maybe I would have to take back what I said about having never met a dog I liked yet because this kid was growing on me.

He had the balls to approach me without flinching once and that earned my respect. “You go tell your Alpha Dog, he’s got himself a Deal.”

I turned to my woman, who was already getting ready to chew my left ear off without having discussed this with her first. “Gia, ask Lauren to take the cubs for a couple of weeks. We’re going on a little road trip.”

Her eyes flared with the realization that I was bringing her along. Our adventure didn’t have to end at parenthood.

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