Chief: Rebel Guardians MC

by Liberty Parker

  “Momma, are you okay?” Luca asks.

  “I’m perfect, do you want to see your new brother and sister?” she asks them, and their eyes are as wide as saucers at hearing the news of their gender.

  “We have both?” Lily asks, and I hold my hand over my mouth, I’m so proud of her and Luca. They’ve both been placed in speech therapy and are slowly pronouncing their words and stopping and thinking about what words are fixing to leave their mouths. They have improved by leaps and bounds. Cara smiles at Lily and Braxton walks over to move the blankets to the side that surround the babies’ faces so we can view their precious chubby little cheeks.

  “Oh my God,” I say when I see them for the first time. They are absolutely breathtaking, two of the most beautiful newborns I have ever seen. “They’re gorgeous, Cara.”

  “They are, aren’t they?” she asks, never taking her eyes off them.

  “What are their names?” DJ asks. Huh? Apparently best friends were kept in the dark on that one as well as the rest of us. Good to know for future reference.

  “The little girl is Layne Jo Callahan, and the little boy is Landon Jayden Callahan.”

  I can see tears form in DJ’s eyes hearing that the babies have a part of her and Hatch in their names. What an honor to have, I can’t imagine how I’d react if someone blessed me with such an act. I look up at Turk and he wipes tears from my face that have freely flowed since I made it into this room. Yeah, there’s a bit of sadness that I’m no longer pregnant with his child, but this right here, seeing this family now grown by two more, is precious beyond words.

  “No matter what,” he whispers in my ear.

  “No matter what,” I repeat. He holds me tighter and I watch as all the kids are mesmerized by the littlest members of their own separate brotherhood and sisterhood. They have their own social circle that us adults are not privy too, and I love it for them.

  I nearly choke on my tongue when I look over and see DJ look up at Hatch and say, “I want one.” I’m waiting for Hatch to pass out and hit the floor. In the words of my fellow RGMC members, ‘fuck my life’, as if they need any more kids right now.

  The End

  Who’s next?

  What does the future look like for the RGMC families and businesses?

  Will Smokey and Bandit ever let go of their joking ways?

  Do they finally find their match?

  Turn the page to find out

  Smokey & Bandit

  Here’s a sneak peek into RGMC Book 4

  Smokey and Bandit

  Unedited and subject to change

  Hannah Nelson has been running for a long, long time. Getting out of the dysfunctional household she was raised in, she knows if she doesn’t get out of the small-town she was living in, she’ll always be branded with the same brush her parents and siblings are...white trash, no-account, good-for-nothing pieces of filth. But Hannah has dreams of being an artist. Whatever she touches, she makes beautiful. Determined to make a new life for herself, she takes her kitten, Duckie, packs up her four-door SUV and leaves. When she arrives in Corinth, low on money and out of options, she takes to parking in the back lot of the RGMC Truck Stop. It’s close to the interstate and she has hopes of getting a job, maybe in town somewhere.

  Harley “Smokey” Richards and Davidson “Bandit” Richards are twin brothers who are bound by blood, and their oath, to the Rebel Guardians MC. Smokey is a Texas Ranger for the state’s national park in the next town while Bandit handles the IT work for the RGMC as well as on a contract basis for several local firms. They grew up with two dads and one mom so that lifestyle has always appealed to them, but they’ve never found the right woman to claim as theirs.

  When Hannah winds up in Corinth, she draws the attention of the two men in an unexpected way. Can they break through her fear of the past? Will she allow herself to love both of them?

  **This is an MFM and may be unsuitable for readers under 18**

  Prologue

  Hannah

  If I never hear ‘you’re nothing but white trash’ again, I’ll be happy. Then again, if I had a dollar for every time I have heard that, I wouldn’t be in my current predicament. Looking at my kitten, Duckie, who I couldn’t leave behind, I scratch him behind the ears until he purrs. “Sorry, boy, that I don’t have the good stuff to give you,” I murmur. I’m down to my last three hundred dollars. Not enough to rent a place, but dammit, living out of my SUV is getting old. Then again, I’m free. Finding this truck stop with the back parking area where truckers can park when they need to take a break has been a godsend to me. I drive around during the day, looking for work, but I know I look a bit worse for the wear. I know the truck stop has showers and I need to see if the man will let me wash some clothes. I hate leaving Duckie in the car, but thankfully, it’s still cool enough that with the windows cracked, he’s been okay. Putting my ball cap on, I lock the car up and stroll inside. This place is freaking awesome. On one side, they’ve got a diner and the smells coming from there have my stomach growling. On the other is a modified convenience store with the usual snacks and drinks, as well as basic amenities. I pick up a small bottle of shampoo and conditioner, as well as a bar of soap, some deodorant and a toothbrush and toothpaste. At the counter, I glance at the man and freeze. I’ve never been one to be affected by a man’s presence, but this man makes me want things I never dared dream. “Hi, um, I was wondering if I could use the laundry upstairs and also take a shower?”

  “You a trucker?” he asks, ringing up my purchases.

  “Um, no, just passing through, but I need a shower and some clean clothes.” He looks me over and I want to cringe. I know I look a hot mess, my hair is so greasy I put the ball cap on to try and hide how awful it looks and my clothes have definitely seen better days.

  “Normally, it’s for truckers only, but since you’re passing through, go on ahead.”

  He hands me a key for the upstairs then says, “That’ll be ten-fifty.” I hand him a twenty and he gives me change. “Let me know if you need anything else,” he says.

  “A job,” I murmur, already turning away.

  “Come back down when you’re finished, and we’ll talk. I need a few employees, we just took over about a month ago.”

  “I will, thank you.”

  Smokey

  I know she’s been sleeping in the back lot. I’ve seen her car parked there every night when I make my rounds before leaving. In fact, she doesn’t know it, but I’ve had prospects watching over her to keep her safe. I don’t trust anyone with a single female sleeping in her car. I don’t know her story but after speaking with her, I want to know more. Picking up my phone, I shoot a text to Bandit telling him I think I may have found her. Our one.

  About Liberty

  Liberty has been an avid reader for most of her life. When she was younger she used to sit and fill spiral notebooks full of stories for her grandmother. As she got older, she took the jobs needed for raising her boys as a single mom until she met her amazing husband. She has stopped working in the last few years and started off by promoting authors, then she took up blogging and reviewing for authors. This has led her down the path of writing and creating characters and telling their stories. She loves getting creative and working behind the scenes with her characters and bringing her imagination to life.

  Find me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorlibertyparker/?ref=bookmarks

  About Darlene

  I am a transplanted Yankee, moving from upstate New York when I was a teenager. I live with the brat-cat pack and a small muffin dog, all rescues, as I plot and plan who will get to “talk” next!

  Find me on Facebook! https://www.facebook.com/darlenetallmanauthor

  Other works by Liberty

  *Rage Ryders MC*

  Taken by Lies

  Taken by Rage

  Taken by Vegas

  Taken by Sadistic

  Taken by Chaos

  Taken by Temptation

  *Current Standalones
*

  What Should’ve Been

  Charlee’s Choices

  Blank Canvas

  *Coming Soon*

  Other Works by Darlene

  *Mischief Kitties*

  Co-written with Cherry Shephard and Alex J.:

  The Mischief Kitties in Bampires & Ghosts & New Friends Oh My!

  The Mischief Kitties in The Great Glitter Caper

  *Standalones*

  Want to read my books?

  “Bountiful Harvest”

  “His Firefly”

  “His Christmas Pixie”

  “Her Kinsman-Redeemer”

  “Operation Valentine”

  “His Forever”

  “Forgiveness”

  “Reese Black Tuxedoes MC

  “Christmas With Dixie”

  *New Release Alert!!*

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  Legal

  Text Copyright © 2016 Kayce Kyle

  First E-Book Publication: 2016

  Cover and art copyright © Shelly Morgan with Graphics by Shelly

  Digital formatting by LPCN

  Formatted by Liberty Parker

  “This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Involves strong language and sexual situations. All characters are fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental.”

  Synopsis

  As the only child to the club’s President, Jenalyn feels the pressure to carry on her father’s legacy, only that’s not what she wants. Leaving her family, the club and Justice behind, she goes to California in pursuit of a Fine Arts degree. But things happen in California and she’s forced to return, only now, she refuses to give in and fall back in to old patterns and ways–she’s nobody’s property.

  Justice was devastated when Jenalyn left him behind and has become cold and bitter in the time she’s been gone, closing off his heart and any emotion. His one mission now? To be the cold, ruthless enforcer he was born to be. He doesn’t want or need an ‘Ol lady and he vows to never again let anyone get close enough to him to cause any pain.

  But that fickle mistress, Fate, may have other ideas for them both.

  Will two stubborn, strong-willed people stay true to their new paths? Or will they succumb to the attraction that has never left? Secrets will be revealed and no one’s lives will ever be the same.

  Prologue

  Five years ago

  “Do you trust me?” Justice asked Jenalyn after pulling over on his bike on the side of the lonely two-lane highway.

  Curiously, she turned one side of her lips up. “With my life.” Leaning in smashing her full lips to his.

  Air escaped his lungs as he moaned into her mouth in approval with their tongues now battling to stay in constant contact. She tasted so good. The same exotic vanilla, with a hint of spice. Cinnamon sometimes, and mint others. It varied daily and each day was like a party reserved only for him in her mouth. He couldn’t wait to see which one he’d be gifted daily. Today was a vanilla mint day.

  Her palate was very fitting for her. Sweet, and spicy. She was the kindest hearted person he’d ever known, but she had a fiery side that he battled daily. She was stubborn and defiant. He’d loved her since they were children. They’d been together just over two years, now.

  His mission as of late was to keep her from leaving Sundown, TX to attend an Art Institute in California.

  Even though he had just finished taking her body for the third time that day in every way imaginable, he wanted her again. When he was with her, it still never seemed to be close enough. Lately, they fought more than anything, always followed by passionate making up.

  He knew if he succumbed to her again, he might never finish what he’d set out to do. His mind was pulling him one way-his now hard cock was speaking a completely different language.

  He was sure after what he showed her, she’d stay and they would celebrate again later. He was on a mission to stop her once and for all and change her mind on this California business. He wanted to show her she could have both. Art school here in Dallas, and him.

  Very hesitantly he pried himself free from her mouth causing her to pout in her own right. Her eyes could bring any man to his knees he was sure. Almost translucent in color, with just enough hint of blue and green to keep them from actually being so.

  “Okay, we have about two miles left and I want you to…stop biting and licking your lips first of all.” He became momentarily distracted again adjusting his rock hard dick that was becoming painful now, and taking every fiber of his being to restrain himself from taking her right there on his bike. If all worked out as planned, he may just get his wish, if he could ever get her to the top of that hill.

  He held up a bandana. “I’m going to blindfold you the rest of the way. Like I said at your house, this is a surprise.”

  All she kept thinking was how her body always reacted to him. She didn’t just want him, she needed him. Her soul craved his, the way a fire craves oxygen. “Deal.” She agreed, palming his cock through the cloth of his jeans.

  He groaned out in pleasure. “Fuck. Jen, you’re not making this easy. Two more miles and after that, I’m all yours.”

  Thrill and seduction twirled in her eyes. “Okay, go ahead baby,” she said extending her neck.

  His touch as he tied the bandana around her eyes aroused her and tiny goose bumps waved over her skin.

  He picked her up and sat her on his bike, then climbed on and started her up. The engine roaring to life between her legs.

  “Hold on tight babygirl,” he said, reaching down and squeezing her arm that was firmly gripped around his waist.

  It was a short ride like he’d promised. “Can I take off my blindfold, Jus?” Jenalyn asked.

  Justice picked her up and helped her stand. He removed the blindfold from her. “What do you think, baby? This is all for you, and I only have one specific request. Well, maybe two.” He mused. Tucking her wind swept russet locks behind one ear, he continued to trail soft kisses up her neck as she took in the view.

  Her neck instinctively leaned into his kisses as he kept talking through each one. “You stay here in Texas, and capture this moment for me and paint it. Then you can have your way with me…just this once.” He joked.

  Jenalyn fought for self-control as she absorbed in the scenery. “You did all of this?” she asked surprised.

  “I had some help,” he answered back with a wink.

  Looking at him, her expression pried for further details.

  “Ace and Savanna,” he said giving in.

  He’d never brought her here before. It was a hilltop view overlooking their small town. There was a blanket laid out, and a bucket filled with iced down champagne. Next to that was an easel and canvas with acrylic paints and brushes. As if that wasn’t enough, a professional photographer’s camera wrapped with a scarlet red bow on it was also laying nearby. Her heart began to race. A combination of how extravagant all of this was, and Justice’s lips on her neck.

  A knot formed in her throat and she could barely speak. “Three.”

  Pulling his lips from her neck. “Huh?” he asked confused.

  “That’s three things, Justice,” she muttered. Knowing exactly what he was wanting now. His words fully sinking in. He did all of this for her hoping she’d stay.

  “What’s wrong with that? Isn’t this the most beautiful sky you’ve ever seen?” he asked, scanning her face nervously as this wasn’t the reaction he’d expected.

  It really was extraordinary. It was dusk. The blues, pinks, and purples of the skyline meshed so effortlessly together. “It is…I…Justice. We’ve already fought over and over babe. I thought you’d accepted me going to Art school in California? Plus, it’s not only about art. I want away from the club. You know this.”

  “So you won’t even consider going to the one in Dallas? That’s fucking great. I dunno what else to do!” he yelled out more of a statement than a question as he began pacing back and forth, cupping his face with h
is hands trying to ward off his frustration.

  Jenalyn narrowed her eyes on him. “So this, all of this, was just an attempt to get me to stay?” Her voice now raised also.

  Stopping his pacing, he glared at her. “Yes. Fucking yes, Jen,” he said placing his hands down on her tiny shoulders. “I don’t think I can let you go.” Running his hands through his short dark brown hair that was closely shaved on the sides, and slightly longer on top. He pulled her lips to his and kissing her so hard it bordered violence.

  Tears filled her eyes as he released her. “I leave in two days. I’m already packed Jus. You know this.”

  “Fuck this, Jenalyn. You’re choosing that over me,” he roared kicking the champagne filled bucket off the small cliff, then getting on his bike. “I don’t drink that girly shit anyways. Get on. I’m taking you home,” he demanded.

  She climbed on the back. “And you just remember, you’re also choosing this…staying here, over me.”

  She could feel him tense at her words. He took her home and didn’t even say goodbye. He sped off, leaving her confused and agitated. They’d already agreed. She wanted to be an artist, and he was loyal to her father’s club. They’d agreed that maybe one day, their lives might fit, and if not they were okay with that too. At least that’s what she’d thought. She needed away from the club, not Justice. It so happened that was a package deal. It pained her. It had taken her over a year to finally commit to this decision. She knew no matter her decision, she would be giving up one of the two things she loved most in life. Justice Paine or her lifelong dream of going to the Art Institute of California.