SECRET BABY AT THE ALTAR: Blood Brothers MC

by Claire St. Rose

  “I love her, Kane,” he muttered. “And I can’t lose her. Or the baby. I… please.”

  Kane patted his back and slightly turned his head when Angeline knelt at his side and whispered, “I need to talk to you.”

  Lifting Jeremy up, Kane settled him on the couch and told him to hang on for a second. Jeremy was too drained to do anything but nod. As Angeline took Kane’s hand and started to lead him back to the porch, she had to blink back tears when Jeremy saw the pink blanket that Ellen had managed to unpack and buried his face in the soft fabric.

  “I’ll find her,” Kane said once they were alone. “I’ll rip her apart if she—”

  “No, you won’t,” Angeline said.

  “I won’t?” Kane challenged. “I can handle this. You need to—”

  “You need to get a hold of Ben,” she said cutting him off. “Arrange a meeting or something. We need to make her think that everything’s going back to normal. Because if we don’t, it won’t play.”

  “Angel, I can’t get,” he said. “I’m out. I—”

  “Kane.”

  “We’re only home because I’m hands off,” he said. “If we bring this back to the club’s door—”

  “I saw them, Kane,” she said. “When it really mattered, they sacrificed Noel to save me. And Theo. They’ll do the same for Ellen. Because… because they’re carved in your image. Not Noel’s.”

  He paused under the weight of her words, but when Jeremy’s sobs intensified, he shifted into big brother mode. Kissing her bruise, he moved back into the house and dialed up Ben as he rubbed Jeremy’s back. Hearing only one end of the conversation, she waited until he was done to cross the threshold and ask him for the verdict.

  “Arranging a meet,” he said. “I have to play a part though.”

  She sighed and held his hand.

  “Of course you do.”

  “But it can work, Angel,” he promised.

  Helping Jeremy up, they started for Kane’s truck from the shop. Angeline was right on his heels when Kane turned to face her again.

  “I want you to go home,” he said. “Go back to your dad and Theo. If you don’t hear from me in two hours—”

  “No,” she said.

  “Angel, don’t argue with me now,” he said. “I have to do this. You don’t.”

  Looking at Jeremy sitting in the passenger’s seat, still holding the pink blanket, she knew that Kane was wrong. She had started this, and now she would see the nightmare end with her own eyes. “Yes, I do, Kane,” Angeline said.

  “I’m not—”

  “Can we just fucking do this?” Jeremy screamed.

  Kane grunted and hung his head.

  “If I say yes, you’ll hang back until the job is done?” he asked her.

  “Yes,” she promised. “Just let me stand at your side.”

  He still seemed reluctant, but he picked her up and placed her in the truck as he turned the key in the ignition.

  “Fine,” he said. “But you hang back and you run home to Theo if it gets bad.”

  Even as she agreed and they sped away from the house, Angeline privately vowed that she would never leave him. She could only hope that things would play out according to this plan.

  CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

  She waited with Jeremy’s shaking form at her side as Kane conferred with Ben. Every few seconds, Ben looked in their direction. His dark eyes were blank, but when he finally nodded and took hold of Kane’s arm, Angeline’s spirit relaxed, and she smiled when Kane shot her a quick glance.

  “It’s okay, Angel,” he said. “Stay here.”

  Something in his tone made her nervous, and when Kane vanished through a ream of tape, she only obeyed his orders until she heard the sounds of flesh pounding into flesh as Kane fought to conceal his cries of pain.

  No. I got it wrong. They’re hurting him.

  “Kane!”

  Leaving Jeremy’s side, Angeline flew to his side, and when she made her way through the strands of the door, she pressed her hands to her mouth. Waldo, the man who had charmed and protected her little boy, was holding Kane down as Ben smashed his fists into Kane’s face.

  “No!” she screamed. “Let him go!”

  Thinking only of Kane, she tried to bat Ben back. He caught her arms easily in his grasp and turned her away from her bloodied lover, and when she was ready to strike Ben for breaking their trust, Waldo suddenly helped Kane to his feet, and she felt his familiar arms around her waist.

  “It has to look real,” Kane sputtered. “Or else it won’t work.”

  Ben’s cocked eyebrow and Waldo’s hangdog smile told her that this was all a show for Lillian’s benefit. And it looked more than convincing. This could still work.

  She only wished that he didn’t have to hurt so much.

  “Kane,” she said, as her fingers met the blood on his cheek. “I’m—”

  “Show me later,” he said. “When we’re in bed, you take care of me, and I’ll be fine.”

  If they made it out of this, she would give herself to him without a trace of fear, and she held onto the thought of how he would feel between her legs when Jeremy cried out his wife’s name.

  “Go time,” Ben said.

  The quartet emerged into the center of the clubhouse as the other Blood Brothers stood guard in the wake of Lillian’s expected arrival. Any one of them could have snapped her neck with one quick twist, but the men held back as Ellen, sweating and crying, walked with her, the gun at her back.

  “Ellen?”

  As Jeremy’s eyes locked on her husband’s, she reached out for him, but Lillian pulled her back and aimed the gun at her belly. And then she looked at Ben.

  “I knew you’d play. How can anyone resist all that money rolling in?” Lillian said.

  Ben smacked his lips and grabbed Kane’s arm. Tossing his bloodied body to the ground, he brought his boot down on his neck for good measure. Kane had no choice but to groan in pain, and even though Angeline knew that his was a con, she started back to his side until Ben snapped for Waldo.

  “Keep his bitch back!” Ben ordered. “She’s more trouble than she’s worth.”

  “Amen to that,” Lillian said.

  Waldo lifted her in his burly arms and carried her away from the scene of Kane’s torture. He awkwardly mauled at her breasts as he dragged her into a dark corner, but at the last second, Waldo lowered his lips to her ear.

  “Sorry,” he whispered. “Just trying to make it look real.”

  It would look even better if she fought back.

  “Don’t you touch me!” she screamed. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

  It took Waldo a moment to catch up, but as soon as he caught her drift, he tore at her blouse and turned her back to his chest.

  “Nice touch,” he muttered.

  “Thanks.”

  Lillian seemed sure of her victory, and she forced Ellen to her knees. The pregnant woman clutched her belly as Jeremy tried to hold her, but Lillian was confident enough to take another step forward.

  “You know what I can do for you boys,” Lilian said. “So why are we fighting it?”

  Ben stroked his chin, nodded, and said, “Why, is right?”

  Lillian’s body relaxed, and Angeline could see the lure of the money calming her cold soul. She wasn’t always like this. But then, neither was Angeline. There was a time when she would have trusted Lilian without question. Not now. Now, she only trusted Kane and the club.

  “So it’s going to be business as usual, right?” Lillian asked.

  “Oh yeah, babe,” Ben said. “Only stopped because this one…” he kicked Kane again and stepped over his crumpled form, “…he wanted us to lay low to keep his piece of tail safe,” Ben said as he smirked at Angeline.

  “And you let him do you like that?” Lillian said. “What kind of hardcore rebels are you?’

  Ben spit on Kane’s head and smiled at Lillian.

  “Careful kind, doc,” he said. “But if she ain’t around an
d he’s gone, we can go back to the way things was.”

  Lillian seemed ready to acquiesce, but then she glowered at Ellen.

  “She goes, too,” Lillian said. “Loose ends.”

  “No!”

  Jeremy could not hold back, and when he tried to reach his wife Lillian turned her gun on him.

  “No!” Angeline screamed.

  Kane started to fight through his pain when Ben smoothly wrestled the gun from Lillian’s hand. The metal fell to the floor with a thud, and he pushed her into the tape and trapped her neck in the spooling reams.

  “Only loose end here is you,” Ben said.

  Lillian’s eyes registered total shock, and Angeline watched in silence as he crushed her neck, using the tape and his hands. Her eyes bulged as she tried to fight for air, and her tongue protruded. Angeline buttoned her blouse as she left Waldo’s hold, and their eyes locked in the last moment of Lillian’s life.

  “I had a real reason,” Angeline said. “But all you had was greed.”

  The life let her body in the same way that it had left Noel’s. It was fitting. She drank in the sight until Kane crawled to her side. She felt his hands around her legs and bent down to hold him. “Are you okay?” she asked.

  Their eyes met, and he kissed her lightly as he shook his head. “You never listen, Angel.”

  But she heard now as Ellen’s screams ripped through the room, and Jeremy held her.

  “It’s okay now,” Jeremy promised. “I—”

  “No!” Ellen said. “It’s the baby. It’s coming!”

  A puddle fell to Ellen’s feet, and Angeline knew that this was never what she would have wanted. Her baby born on a floor strewn with ashes. Ellen was only here because of her, and she owed Jeremy.

  “Here,” Angeline said.

  Rolling up her sleeves, she gently lowered Ellen’s body to the ground and pressed her hand behind her head.

  “I can’t!” Ellen screamed. “It’s not time. Not… not here.”

  Angeline knew what that felt like, and she was not going to leave her to face it alone.

  She was going to return Jeremy’s favor.

  “Get me something to cushion her head,” Angeline said.

  Ben removed his jacket and pushed it behind her head as Jeremy held one hand and Kane grasped the other.

  “What do I do?” Waldo asked.

  “Get the body out!” Ben said. “No one can know.”

  Obeying, Waldo hauled Lillian’s corpse away. Angeline knew that she would never be seen again, and the woman that she had once been deserved better—but not the person that she was as she died. And now there was another life that demanded total attention. Someone who still had a chance.

  “Ellen? I need you to push.”

  She shook her head against the dirty floor.

  “I can’t!” Ellen said. “I’m not ready!”

  “Come on,” Angeline urged. “You can do this.”

  Those had been Jeremy’s words to her.

  She held her husband’s hand until it seemed at the point of breaking, but Jeremy did not leave her even as he grimaced in pain. Focusing all of her attention on the body under her hands, Angeline felt the baby’s head, and she ordered Ellen to make a final push.

  “I…”

  “You need to listen to me!” Angeline said. “It has to be now!”

  Screaming through her teeth, Ellen obeyed, and as the baby slid into Angeline’s hands, she patted the slimy back and tried to will breath into the little girl’s lungs.

  Ellen was too dazed to speak, but Jeremy found his voice.

  “Why isn’t she crying?” Jeremy said.

  Suctioning Mary’s mouth and nose with only the power of her fingers, the silent room burst into rapturous applause as the little girl took her first breath. Kane kissed Angeline’s head as the flashing lights of the ambulance pierced through the windows, and Ben looked to Waldo’s return for some assurance as the big guy said, “Not to worry. She’s hidden until we need to move her again.”

  She gave the baby back to Ellen. Jeremy briefly clutched his brother’s hand as his wife was loaded into an ambulance, and they sped away. Angeline thanked whatever god there was that it had worked out, but her bloodied hands shook until Kane pressed her to his chest.

  “They owe you everything,” Kane said. “So does the club.

  Ben was there, nodding at their side. The new boss patted Kane’s back and gave Angeline a quick grin. “I’m glad I helped him bring you back,” Ben said. “Gina’s gonna get better. And now we can be a real club again.”

  “But I—”

  “You’re a real angel through and through,” he said. “And we’re all going to be better off now.”

  This was how it should have always been for him—for all of them. She knew all too well the darkest depths of this place. However, it could also be a place of miracles when they worked like the team that they had always been.

  Ben tousled Kane’s hair.

  “And if you want back in, you’re golden.”

  Kane looked into Angeline’s eyes. If he wanted this, now that she saw them all for what they really were without the shadow of Noel, she would not deny him. So, she said, “Kane, if you… if you want…”

  He shook Ben’s hand firmly and slapped his back.

  “I want to see my niece,” he said. “But I know that the boys are in good hands.”

  Just like that, it truly was over.

  And something else was beginning.

  CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

  “Come on in.”

  Angeline hung close to Kane as they walked into the hospital room. Ellen appeared content as she held her cooing baby in her arms. Mary was perfect. Just as Theo had been. Seeing it was nearly enough…

  “I suppose I should thank you,” Ellen said, the old bite back in her voice as she clutched the baby to her breast.

  “Ellen, I—”

  I get it. We all got lucky. And that it went down like this at all is my—

  “Angeline?” Ellen took her hand and smiled at her for the first time. “Thank you, Angeline.”

  She had to blink back tears, and Ellen patted her wrist as she returned her entire hold to her newborn.

  “Doesn’t make us friends or anything,” Ellen said. “But you are welcome in our house.”

  Angeline would take it, and she kissed Mary’s soft head.

  “Mom’s coming,” Jeremy said. “You want to stick around?”

  Something in Kane’s posture told her that he wanted that very much, but he shook his head.

  “No,” he started. “But we’ll catch up soon. This is your moment, little brother.”

  He took Angeline’s hand, ready to leave, when Jeremy called after them. “Hey. One good turn deserves another.”

  They paused in the doorway.

  “It’s Mary Angeline,” Jeremy said. “And Theo will have someone to play with.”

  Angeline stepped back to him, taking both of their hands in hers. She finally felt like family. “Theo will look forward to it.”

  So would she.

  When they returned home, Brent was out cold. So was Theo. Neither knew what had happened in the space of a short night. Tomorrow. Or someday.

  Right now…

  “I could use a shower,” Kane said. “You?”

  Angeline offered no objection as he stripped her tenderly and brought her under the water. For several long minutes, they just stood facing each other, and Angeline hesitated to touch him now that they were finally alone. It could have all gone another way, the wrong way, had Lillian gone trigger happy. And one look at his bruises proved that he was still hurt.

  “I hate seeing you like this,” she said.

  His cock was up, as he smiled into her eyes. “Like what? Ready for you?”

  The idea of that brought her joy, but as she touched his arms, his chest, she could not see past his injuries. “Are you?” she choked out. “Can you really give it all up for me?”

  His answer was
his cock grazing her mound. He paused to be sure that she was ready, and Angeline needed him inside her. “I can give everything up for all of you.”