Broken Angels MC Book 3

TRIGGER

Present Day

Watching the kids play around the clubhouse, I feel a strange warmth seeping into my frozen heart.

The day I found that note on Megan’s door, my world fell apart. I became a different person, and everyone noticed.

I joined the Marines and served two tours before coming back home for good. Being overseas helped me forget Megan.

I had to stay focused. If I let my guard down, I could have been killed. I couldn’t let that happen. My family was waiting for me back home.

Seeing my brothers settling down makes me wish Megan was still here. But she’s not. She’s fucking dead.

I searched for any information about a hit-and-run involving a girl like Megan, but found nothing. I searched for months, before I left for training and during my leaves.

I tried to find her family, but it was like they disappeared.

When I was eighteen, I wanted what Axyl and Jackson have now. But Megan’s death changed everything. Now, my heart is encased in ice, surrounded by a wall of cement.

That wall is impenetrable. I won’t risk feeling that pain again.

And I sure as hell won’t risk finding another “one” and going through what my brothers went through with their women. Fuck that shit.

“Hey, brother. We’re going to have a meeting before the food is ready. We need to discuss some things before tomorrow,” Westyn, our President, says, joining me at the bar.

I nod, finish my beer, grab another one, and follow my brothers into the room where we hold our meetings.

“You have an hour before dinner is ready! You boys better be outside before that hour is up. If you’re not, I will personally drag you out by your ears,” my mom, Susan, warns, and the other women agree.

We nod in response before entering the room. We all take our seats and wait for Westyn to start the meeting.

We noticed something was off with him before our trip to St. Thomas last year, but he wouldn’t talk about it. Hopefully, he will now.

He starts the meeting. “Alright, we have a couple of things to discuss. First, we have a new accountant coming tomorrow morning.

“Her name is Alanis Barton and she has a fifteen-year-old daughter. Our previous accountant quit because she and her husband wanted to travel before their baby arrives. Any questions?”

“How old is she?” Ink asks.

“Thirty. She had her daughter young. The father left to pursue his dreams of playing ball. It’s not my story to tell,” Westyn replies.

“Does she have any baggage that might follow her to the club?” Reaper asks.

“We just got over the mess with Blake. My woman is about to give birth any second and I’d really like a break between crises.”

“Agreed, brother. Ali said we could have another one when Brantley turned six months. He’s six months now and I’m doing my best to get her pregnant,” Axyl says.

“I thought she wanted a break?” I chime in.

“That was before I missed the birth of my son because of that asshole Blake,” Axyl growls. Axyl missed not only the birth of his son, but also his other two sons’ birthdays.

Evan, Hannah’s brother, missed a lot during his woman’s pregnancy, and Reaper missed some of his woman’s pregnancy too.

“I told her we could wait as long as she wanted, but she insisted on trying for another one. Who am I to deny my woman what she wants? Besides, pregnancy sex is the best.”

“I ran a background check on Alanis and as far as I can tell, she won’t bring any trouble. Her parents kicked her out and cut her off when they found out she was pregnant at fifteen.

“The boyfriend was eighteen and about to graduate before going off to Notre Dame on a football scholarship. She’s been on her own ever since.

“She worked her way through school while raising a baby,” Snoopy says. He’s our tech guy. One of the best in the world.

“Any more questions?” Westyn asks. We all stay silent and he takes a deep breath. “Last year, before we went to St. Thomas, Savannah approached me.

“She was two months pregnant and claimed the baby was mine. I didn’t believe her because I always use protection to avoid this kind of situation.

“She told me she would poke holes in my condoms. I never had a problem with anyone else because Savannah was my regular girl.

“She was the one I would sleep with when she was here. But I still didn’t believe her. I told her we would do a DNA test when the baby was born.

“He was born in May. We did the DNA test and the baby is mine.”

“You waited this long to tell us you had a kid?” Robert, Westyn’s dad, asks. “And not just with anyone, but with a club bunny!”

Our fathers are always here when they can be. They usually stay quiet and only give advice when we need it. Westyn sighs.

“I didn’t know, Dad. I really didn’t. I didn’t tell you until I was sure because I didn’t want to see the disappointment on your face.

“Hell, I haven’t even told Mom! She’s going to kill me,” Westyn says.

“You’re damn right she will! You won’t tell your mother until after this barbecue is over. This will break her heart,” he says, and Westyn nods, looking down.

If anyone can scold the President of the BAMC mother charter, it’s our parents. Especially the moms.

“Anyway, when the test results came back, she assumed I’d make her my main squeeze. But when I told her that wasn’t in the cards, she dragged my ass to court.

“She demanded fifteen hundred bucks a month for child support, plus my house and truck.” He pauses as the room erupts in a chorus of shouts.

He slams the gavel, restoring order, and continues. “That didn’t pan out. She didn’t get a single thing she wanted. I told them I wanted full custody of my son.

“I made it clear that she wasn’t stable enough to be a mom. She hadn’t held a job since she left. They were living in a homeless shelter, so I got custody of him.

“He’s arriving tomorrow. His name is Royal.”

“You need to break the news to your mom, and then brace yourself for your sister. It has to happen tonight.

“This kid will be here tomorrow, and if they don’t hear it from you, it’s going to be a disaster. Do you have everything you need for him at your place?” Calvin, Axyl’s dad, asks.

“Yeah. I stocked up on everything when I found out yesterday.” The dads nod, and Westyn surveys us all. “Anything else?” Silence.

“Meeting’s over. Let’s get out there before the mom squad drags us out by our ears.” I can already tell this is going to be a mess.

I have this gut feeling that something’s about to happen, something that will change my life forever. It’s the same feeling I had twelve years ago.

Shaking off the feeling, I head outside just in time to see Jackson being chased by the mom squad for doing something to his pregnant wife.

Some things never change. Especially when Ali, Axyl, Hannah, and Jackson decide to get frisky and have sex while everyone is in the same damn room. I swear, they get a kick out of it.

They always make sure no kids are around, which is good. They like to start things when their brothers are in the room, just for the reactions.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a little spice in the bedroom, but only in the bedroom.

Jackson’s dad swoops in to rescue his son because it’s time to eat. Thank God, because I’m starving! We all head toward the table and take our seats.

Westyn and Ali’s dad are just about to say grace when the back door to the clubhouse slams against the wall, and the one person I never thought I’d see again is standing in the doorway.

Everything seems to slow down. Hannah grabs Jackson’s gun and points it at her.

“Give me one good reason not to blow your fucking head off. You not only interrupted a family meal, but I’m a pregnant woman who is starving. Start talking.”

I’m frozen in place. I’m still frozen when Ali charges at her.

“You fucking bitch! You have a lot of nerve showing your face here. You broke him when you left.

“Did you fake your own death just to be the spiteful bitch we all know you are!?” Ali snarls in her face.

“Stop, please! You’re hurting my mom.” I glance at the doorway and gasp.

Standing there is a mini version of me. Westyn yells for Axyl to grab his woman, and I snap out of my daze.

“What the fuck are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead! They told me you died!” I demand. Before anyone can answer, or I can ask about the boy who looks just like me, I hear Hannah.

“Oh, shit!” I look over to see that the baby has decided to make her entrance now.