The way he told me what was going to happen ticked me off and turned me on at the same time. I’m not the type of person that likes to be told what to do, but when it comes from the Adonis sitting next to me, apparently it turns me on. I never knew that I liked to have my control taken away from me sexually. I guess I didn’t know much about what I liked during intercourse. I only had it that one time and I ended up with Posey. It wasn’t the best feeling in the world and he was a very selfish lover. Once he got off, he was done. He didn’t take the time to make sure that I had finished as well. He was sloppy and only thought about his release. He also didn’t really make sure that I was wet down there. He just shoved his member inside of me. It was very painful, and after reading a lot of books, I hope that it gets better because if it doesn’t, I might just stop having sex forever. “How’s Posey?” Hannah asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“She was shaken up, but as we walked towards the school, she calmed down. She’s a strong girl. I would have been a wreck if I were in her place. I still am if I’m being honest. Seeing that man have his hands on my daughter shook me to my core. I don’t know what my parents would do to her. The last time I saw them they said that they’d make sure she was buried deep in the system. I can’t have that happen. After fifteen years, they decided to come into my life again.” I ramble. Trigger pulls me closer to his body and I snuggle in, allowing his warmth to soothe me. I’ve never felt this way and I can’t lie and say that I don’t enjoy the feeling.
“I don’t know what I would do if someone were to take my daughter away from me. I’d probably become The Silence again just to get her back. I never knew you could love one person so much until she was put into my arms.” Hannah murmured, hugging Linden closer to her body.
“You’d never have to become her again because I’d kill every motherfucker around here and burn this world down just to get her back.” Reaper says vehemently.
“I know my love. I’m just speaking my thoughts. I know you wouldn’t let me become her again.” Hannah replies to her husband, bringing her lips to his.
“Fuck that. If anyone tried to take any of my kids, I’d murder them myself. I may not be a retired assassin, but I’d do everything I could.” Aliana says.
“The fuck you would. You’d let us handle this shit. Especially being pregnant.” Cannon replied to his wife.
“You’re pregnant again?” Breaker asks his sister.
“I’m only a little over a month along. We were waiting to say anything until we were out of the first trimester. After this one, I’m going on birth control.” Cannon rolls his eyes and I wonder why. “Do not roll your eyes at me Axyl Brandon Sullivan! We agreed. We only got pregnant again because you weren’t there for Brantley’s birth. We agreed that we would take a break for a few years after this one is born.” I’m still confused. My face must have shown my confusion because Aliana proceeded to explain further. “Axyl likes to keep me pregnant. He loves the hormones that come with it and he loves seeing me round with his children. We were hiding out in Russia when Brantley was born and he missed it, so I agreed that when Brantley hit six months old, we could try again. After this one, we’re waiting until he’s out of diapers, and if I’m lucky, in school.”
“Good luck with that one. You know how your husband is. Mine’s the same way. He wants to start right away when my six weeks is up.” Hannah replies. “Where’s Royal?” Royal is the sweetest baby I have ever seen. When I’m working at the clubhouse, he’s normally with me. I’m not sure when it happened, but my office now houses things to keep a four-month-old child entertained. I guess I do know when it happened. I was taking a break and decided to go into the kitchen and grab a bite to eat. When I walked out of my office, I heard the poor little guy screaming at the top of his lungs in Breakers office. I tapped on the door and walked in.
“Can I help?” I ask Breaker, or as known to most, Westyn.
“God yes! I can’t get him to stop. He’s been screaming for the past two hours. I’ve changed him and fed him. I don’t know what to do.” He said, exasperated. I walked over and grabbed the baby from his arms.
“What’s his name?” I ask as I feel his head. He’s a little warm, but not enough to be worried about.
“Royal.” He says tiredly. I look him over before sticking my finger in his mouth.
“Well daddy, I found our issue. This little guy is starting to cut teeth early. Just get him a teething ring and some Tylenol and he’ll be just fine. How about I take him for a while, and you get stuff done that you need to?” I ask. He thinks about it for a moment before he replies.
“That would be great. You don’t mind?” I shake my head no and turn to walk out of the room. “Hey, Alanis, call me Westyn. You don’t have to call us by our road names. Even though he’s been busy, Eliot has claimed you as his ol’ lady. Being an ol’ lady of an executive officer gives you the right to call all members by their names.” I nod and walk back towards my office. I’m not sure what he meant by that, but I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.
“He’s with mom in the back.” Westyn says, breaking me from the memory. I now get what he meant. Eliot has claimed me as his ol’ lady. I’m still not sure what that means, but I hope to find out tonight when we talk. “She’s wanting to spend as much time with the grandkids as she can before they leave for the year.”
“Yeah. She asked to keep the kids tonight too. I’m glad they finally get to go. They’ve been wanting to go since I got back. They deserve it more than anyone. I’m sure you men can hold down the fort without the dads around, and us women can hold down the fort while the moms are away.” Aliana says. We talk more while we eat our lunch as we wait until it’s time to leave for Posey’s game. I guess that a lot of the members wanted to go to the games this weekend, so we’re making a trip out of it. It still catches me off guard with how they have accepted myself and Posey into their group. I’ve never had that happen before and I love the feeling of belonging that comes with it.
Posey is riding the bus with her teammates, so I don’t have to pick her up from school. Normally, we would drive home after the game, but with her having a game each day, we decided to stay instead of going back and forth. I love that we can afford to do things like that now. By the time we leave the diner, we have just enough time to drop my car off at home before we leave. Morgan is going to ride with Cameron and Susan since Susan is on kid duty today. Kelsey is also on the volleyball team, so I knew Posey would have her best friend with her on the ride. Since they day they met, they’ve been inseparable. If Kelsey isn’t at our house, Posey is at hers. I’m glad she was able to make friends so quickly, but that’s my daughter, shy but outgoing.
When I make it to the house, I quickly go inside to change into something more comfortable. I decided on a pair of navy leggings and a white tank top. I slip my feet into my flip flops, grab my bag, and make sure everything is locked up tight before meeting Eliot in the driveway just as he pulls up. I brought my tennis shoes with me so I could change into those for the game. I made sure my car was locked and got into the truck with Eliot and Morgan.
I guess he decided to ride with us instead, not that I mind. I absolutely adore Morgan. He’s came into my office a few times over the past month. He has a thing for numbers and computers. He said that he always wanted to be a medical scientist. I’m not sure how the two tie in together, but I’m just an accountant. It’s beyond my knowledge. Just from the few conversations we’ve had, I can tell he’s a bright kid with a good head on his shoulders. He told me how his mom would leave him locked in a room. He told me everything that he’s been through in his twelve years of life, and I wish, more than anything, that I could take that all away. “Hey Alanis!” Morgan greets, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Hey Morgan. How was school?” I question as I get settled in the truck.
“It was awesome. I love school. Dad said he was a straight A student but wasn’t valedictorian. I want to be just like him, but I want to be valedictorian of my class.” He shares. I look over to Eliot and see a blush on his handsome face.
“Well, if you work hard, I have no doubt that you can get there. Always work for your goals and don’t let anyone influence what you truly want out of life.” I tell him. I know this from experience. I was always living to make my parents happy and then when I got pregnant, they turned their backs on me. “Are you excited to go to the games and have a weekend away?”
“Yes. Dad said that Posey is my sister now. He said that since he claimed you as his ol’ lady, it’s like you two are married now in the biker world.” I gasp and whip my head towards the man driving. “Does that mean you’re my mom now?” I’m not sure what to say. This is happening so fast.
“Well, don’t you want to hold that position for your mom?” I question. I see rage, pure rage, and I instantly know I said the wrong thing.
“No. I don’t. She wasn’t my mother! She was mean and abusive. She is nothing to me. All she ever did was punish me and leave me in the room! She’s nothing to me.” He yells. I jump and Eliot curses before pulling off to the side of the road. Once he’s stopped, he jumps out and into the back of the truck.
“Morgan. Look at me.” He grabs his sons face and turns him to look at him. I can see him starting to calm the more his father talks to him. I’ve never seen him get so angry before. “She didn’t know. I haven’t told her yet. You’re never going back to her again. I promise. You’re safe here.”
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve been doing so good about it!” He seems distraught over getting angry over what was done to him. I should have never brought her up.
“Hey, it’s okay Morgan. I would love to be your mom. You’re an amazing young man. This isn’t your fault. I’m sorry I brought it up. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I would love if you were a part of mine and Posey’s lives.” I tell him, grabbing his hand. He flinches and I go to pull my hand away, but he squeezes it tightly, not letting me go.
“Are you okay now? Can we go watch the game? We’ll swim in the pool later. Why don’t you listen to your music?” After Morgan nods, Eliot gets back into the driver’s seat. I watch as Morgan puts his earbuds in and starts listening to his music. My heart aches for this kid and I vow, then and there, that I will do anything to make sure he has the life he should have had all these years.