Broken Angels MC Book 4
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Riki Leigh Bishop
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In a world where loyalty and love are tested by danger and betrayal, Westyn, the President of the Broken Angels Motorcycle Club, finds himself captivated by Brighton, the mayor's daughter. As they navigate the complexities of their burgeoning relationship, they must also confront a sinister threat from a cult targeting Brighton. With a kidnapped girl to rescue and a community to protect, Westyn and Brighton's bond is forged in the fires of adversity, leading them on a journey of love, resilience, and survival.
Chapter One
Book 4: Westyn
January, One Month Ago
Westyn
Being the President of a charter is tough, but being the President of all the charters is even tougher.
Seeing my brothers find their ol’ ladies makes me yearn for one of my own. But being the ol’ lady to the President isn’t a piece of cake.
I’m always being pulled away to fix something. The woman I need will have to be strong, ready to be the Queen. She’ll also have to accept that I have a son.
We come as a package deal and I won’t settle for someone who won’t accept him. He’s my world, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
When I first heard about Royal, I was in denial. I was sure he couldn’t be mine because I always play it safe. Savannah used to be a club girl.
We kicked her out when we found out she was using drugs. We don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here.
So, when she confronted me before we went to St. Thomas, I thought she was messing with me.
I denied it the whole time we were talking until she told me what she did to my condoms. She said she poked holes in each of them.
I knew I didn’t have to worry about other women doing the same thing because the only club girl I’ve been with since Savannah arrived was her.
She wanted me to make her my ol’ lady and I told her that wasn’t going to happen. I also told her that I wanted a paternity test just to make sure he was mine.
I know how the club women can be. They want to snag one of the members and become an ol’ lady, even if that means trapping them with a baby. I wasn’t about to fall for that.
So, we waited for the baby to be born and had the paternity test done. He ended up being mine. I didn’t want to take him away from his mother, but I had to.
After I got back from the trip, I went to the address that she had on file only to find out she didn’t live there anymore. I had to track her down, and when I found her, she was living in a homeless shelter.
I offered to help her get a place, but she refused since it wasn’t going to be my house. Royal ended up with Savannah for the first couple months of his life, living in a homeless shelter.
When we went to court, I asked for full custody. I found out that she relapsed after she gave birth and I wasn’t going to have my son around that.
She didn’t have a home, a job, or any means to raise him.
I offered to send her to a rehab center so she could at least have some contact with her son, but she refused. The judge granted me custody and I brought him home.
My mom and sister weren’t very happy that I didn’t tell them right away. Mom gave me a beating like she hadn’t done since I was a kid for keeping this from her.
Aliana gave me the silent treatment for a while, but eventually came around. I’m just glad she didn’t shoot me in the ass again.
She said she would have, but she didn’t want to lose a bet she had going on with Axyl.
When I got the call a few days ago about Posey, I had just gotten to sleep after getting a very fussy and sick Royal to bed.
He hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of days, but Hannah said it was just a cold. Even the ob-gyn at the clinic said the same thing.
Royal hasn’t been sleeping very well, so that means that his dad hasn’t been sleeping well either. But when duty calls, I get up and handle my business.
I took Royal over to Aliana and Axyl’s and went to the clubhouse. Once everyone showed up, Eliot informed us all about the text that Alanis, his ol’ lady, had gotten.
We made a plan and took off. The only thing we found there was Megan, Trigger’s ex, beaten to within an inch of her life. We’re waiting for her to wake up to see if she can give us any information.
Until then, I’m on my way to Mayor Borders’ home to see if he can help. He’s not in the office today, so I have to go to his house.
The MC and mayor work closely together. We all help to plan the charities and keep the town safe for the families who live here.
“Come on, buddy. Let’s get to the mayor’s house,” I tell my nine-month-old son.
He just coos as I pick him up and carry him to the truck. I’ve found it’s easier to just leave his seat in the truck and carry him in.
I make sure to grab my keys, phone, and the diaper bag before walking out the door and locking it. I’ve had the truck running to get it warmed up so it’s warm when I put him in his seat.
“Dada!” I smile because it melts my heart every time he says it. He’s my entire world and I wouldn’t change him being in my life for anything. I would be lost if anything were to happen to him.
I can only imagine what Alanis and Eliot are going through right now. I’d lose my mind if the roles were reversed. I shiver at the thought of anything happening to my son.
I may not have wanted a kid with a club girl, but the minute I saw Royal, everything fell into place.
Not enough to make his mom my ol’ lady, but enough to want to help her get better for the sake of knowing this awesome boy. However, there isn’t much I can do if she doesn’t want to help herself.
“Let’s get going, little man. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” I shut his door and climb into the driver’s seat.
He babbles his baby talk the whole way to the mayor’s house, leaving a permanent smile on my face.
There are so many babies popping up in the clubhouse and it warms my soul to see them all. My sister has the most out of all the women.
She may complain about being pregnant all the time, but I know she secretly loves it.
I didn’t elaborate on why I wanted to see the mayor. I just rang him up and said I’d swing by today to chat about a few things.
He didn’t object—he never does. He and my dad were boot camp buddies. Mayor Borders didn’t serve as many tours as my dad, but they remained friends after they both left the service.
That’s why we work so closely together. Plus, he knows we’ve only done good for the community.
As I pull into his driveway, I take a moment to look at his house. You’d think the mayor would live in some grand, opulent mansion. But not Mayor Borders.
He always cracks jokes that if he’d bought a bigger house, his wife would have had a fit. She never denies it, but we all know they’re in it for the long haul. She wouldn’t leave, and neither would he.
His house is a typical two-story home. It’s white with gray shutters. The porch is enclosed and wraps around the entire house. They even have a balcony on the second floor that wraps around too.
It’s not my style, but that’s just me. Inside the porch, there are ceiling fans with lights, heated floors for the winter, and it’s surprisingly cozy when it’s chilly outside.
I’m not sure how they managed that, but I’ll figure it out when I have more time.
I barely get Royal out of the truck when the front door swings open and Mrs. Borders is rushing toward us. “Hand over that baby, young man! You haven’t brought him to see me since you got him!”
The petite, round woman is not someone you want to cross. I guess that’s why she fits in so well with the mom squad. I chuckle and let her take the squealing baby from my arms.
“Such a darling boy. Looks just like you.” We walk toward the house while she coos over my son.
“Westyn! How are your folks enjoying their vacation?” Mayor Borders asks as we step inside the house.
“They’re having a blast from what they tell us. Who knows what they’re really up to on this trip. They’ve earned it though. As long as they’re having fun, that’s all that matters.”
We make a bit more small talk before the front door slams open and the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen runs through the room, crying.
I know she’s the mayor’s daughter, but I’ve never seen her before. I usually visit in the mornings if we meet at his house. Otherwise, I’m at his office in town.
“Brighton! Honey. What’s wrong?” Mrs. Borders asks. Brighton keeps running and Mrs. Borders chases after her with Royal still in her arms.
“She’ll be okay. Her mom will help her. High school’s been tough for her. She graduates in May, so she’s looking forward to that. Let’s get down to business.”
I follow the mayor into his office and take a seat in front of his desk. “I’m not telling him yet. If that’s why you’re here, then you’ve wasted your time. It’s not the right time for him to know.”
“That’s not why I’m here. But you do need to tell Ink before it’s too late. He deserves to know the truth,” I tell him.
There are some things I’ve discovered over the past few months about one of my brothers. It’s not my place to tell, but I know that when Ink finds out, all hell is going to break loose.
“Eliot’s daughter was kidnapped three days ago. We’ve tried everything.
“We’re waiting for his ex-girlfriend to wake up to see if she can give us some answers, but it doesn’t look promising. I was hoping you could help us out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, son. I can only imagine how they must be feeling right now. I’ll do everything I can to help get her back. You know I will. I have since your dad and uncles started the BAMC.”
I nod. A weight lifts off my shoulders knowing he’ll help.
He understands what they’re going through because almost thirty years ago, he and Mrs. Borders lost their son to a kidnapping and never saw him again. Until recently, that is.
“Thanks, Mr. Borders. I really appreciate this. I’m out of ideas. I’ve got Kai looking into it as well. Alanis is losing it. She lost one of her babies and now her daughter two months later.
“She and Eliot are at odds. Tension is high between them and I don’t know what the fuck to do. Being President of the club is tough sometimes,” I blurt out.
“Your dad wouldn’t have put you in charge if he didn’t think you could handle it. You’re doing a great job. You’ve expanded the club in ways your father only dreamed of. You’ve got this.
“You just need to find a strong woman to keep you grounded. Your dad has that in your mom. The other men have that in their wives. I wouldn’t be half the man I am today without my wife.
“You’ll get there, son. Keep your head up and you’ll be just fine.”
I know he’s right, but it’s just hard sometimes. Especially at times like these.
“Thanks, sir. I should probably get Royal and head back to the clubhouse. Who knows what the others are getting up to with me gone,” I joke. He chuckles as we both stand.
“No problem. I’ll put some feelers out to see if I can find any information for you. I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to do, but I’ll give it my best shot.”
He walks me out toward the kitchen. I glance over to the windows to see Brighton out on the porch with Royal. Damn, that’s a sight if I’ve ever seen one.
“Don’t even think about it. She’s still in high school,” I hear from behind me.
“So, once she’s done with school, I can make your daughter my girl?” I ask him.
“Damn. You haven’t even met her and you’re already planning to make her your girl?” he fires back.
“I just know she’s the one for me, just by looking at her. I can see what she’s trying to hide.
“Don’t worry, I’ll wait until she’s done with school before moving her in with me. But until then, I plan to get to know her,” I assure the mayor.
He sighs deeply, understanding the way our world operates. Mrs. Borders is his girl. They fell in love at first sight.
“She’s got a boyfriend. Don’t go messing that up. If she wants to get to know you, that’s a different story. Don’t pressure my daughter.
“Even if you are the son of one of my good friends, I won’t hesitate to make your life a living hell if you hurt her,” he warns.
“You don’t need to worry about that. She won’t be with that boyfriend for long. I won’t force her to break up with him, but I will get to know her.”
I step out onto the porch, leaving the mayor without another word.
“Then, he looked straight at me and said it was all a joke. That no one would want to date a fat cow like me,” I overhear Brighton telling my son. My blood starts to boil, even though I don’t fully understand what’s happening.
“You’re not a fat cow. You’re damn beautiful and you shouldn’t let any man talk to you like that.”
She lets out a surprised gasp and her cheeks turn a bright red. Her eyes are the most vibrant shade of gold I’ve ever seen. I’m captivated. She’s the one for me. I can feel it in my bones.
“You look good holding my son.”
