by Dawn Martens
Ethan glares at Glenna. “You were told not to tell her!” I snicker on the inside. Ethan has taken to wanting to look just like his dad, and I gave in when he wanted to start wearing a leather jacket to school. He thinks he looks cool, and he does.
I notice Jasper come in behind the kids, and I stiffen. Ever since he learned the truth, things have been strained with us. Given the situation, I went back to working at the diner. I had to give him his space, as much as it hurt to give in. I really wasn’t left with much of a choice. He will hardly talk to me, not unless it is for the kids. He needs to see we were so much better together than we ever will be apart.
“Can we talk?” he asks. He won’t even look me in the eye.
I nod. “Kids, supper will be ready in about an hour. Get started on homework, okay.” I follow him out of the room. My palms are sweating; he still makes my heart hammer out of my chest. He looks really good. Fatherhood looks nice on him. His beard is a little longer, and his hair has grown out more, but it suits him. I wish more than anything I could claim his lips right now without question, hesitation, or doubt.
“I’m doing another charity run this weekend. I have some of the club doing child protection duty in the next town over, so I need to be a part of this. I’m letting you know, because I won’t be able to have them this weekend,” he informs me. Jealousy spikes in me as I hope and pray he won’t be seeing another woman while he is away. He hasn’t mentioned having anyone. Lilly says she thinks he’s too focused on being a dad, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have needs—needs that he could be getting fulfilled by someone new.
“Okay, that’s fine,” I say, pausing slightly. “Are we ever gonna talk about this?” I ask him. This is killing me on the inside. When I made the choices I did, I never dreamed Jasper would ever know the sacrifices I made. I just wish he could see things from my side. I gave him a second chance; I didn’t question him or his choices. Why can’t he give me the same consideration? We could be a family right now if he’d just let me in.
His jaw flexes, and he swallows hard. “Nothing to talk about. You kept them from me all this time. Not only that, when I asked you a few weeks back if you ever wanted kids with me, you said you couldn’t have kids. You ruined every fucking thing. I’ll never get to hold my kids as babies, see them take their first steps,” he says, getting angry.
“Please, Jasper, just let me explain. Give us a second chance.” He won’t even look at me. My hand is hanging in the air; I want so badly to comfort him. He looks at my outstretched hand and shakes his head. I just want to cry, but I am trying to stay strong. I don’t want the kids to see me breaking down.
“I’ll never forgive you for that.” He pauses, looking down at his boots then looks back at me. “Do you know how badly right now that I wish I could unkiss you? I wish we could go back, because I’m so fuckin’ angry at you that I wish I could un-do everything I ever did with you,” he says with anger. With that, he moves to the kitchen. I hear him saying bye to the kids, and then he leaves out the back door of the kitchen to avoid me.
“I love you, Jasper,” I whisper as the tears fall down my face, watching him through the living room window as he takes off down the street in his truck. I keep staring, hoping to see him coming back, but his taillights fade into the night.
“Any new developments?” The voice on the phone asks me cautiously.
“No, they were all at a cookout at Eden’s place a few weeks back. Shit got about ten times more interesting,” I say quietly from my hiding place. I watch Angel leave the house and climb into his truck.
“What would that be?” he grunts.
“Turns out Eden has a set of twins. Eight years old. They belong to Jasper,” I inform him.
“And you didn’t think to tell me this when you found out weeks ago?”
“Wanted to keep watch for a bit before I reported back. Doesn’t look like Angel will be forgiving her any time soon,” I tell him, pleased with the scene I just witnessed through the window.
“Good. It will be easier getting her alone,” he says. “And the results of her reading Big Willy’s letter?”
“What you would expect. Lost her shit.”
“And the men?” he asks, sounding amused.
“About the same; Vinny and Lilly are on the outs, and Hilary is back.”
“Good, good.”
“A few members have questioned if Reaper ended Foxy and Big Willy.”
“Things are falling apart already. Won’t be long.” I hear the click of the phone. I shove it back into my pocket and move from my hiding spot. I make my way back to my bike and go in the direction of the club.
Soon.
The End
Still have unanswered questions about things? You can find them out in the next two installments- Lilly and Hilary’s books.
(May 4, 2015 release)
The truth always comes out, no matter how deep you try to bury it. Secrets never make their way to the grave.
Lilly Minton has always lived a simple life. She’s loyal—maybe too loyal since faithfulness cost her the love of her life. Keeping Eden’s whereabouts a secret from everyone, including Vinny, has ripped away Lilly’s future.
Vincent “Zippo” Torino knows he’s a goddamn bastard. And he’s willing to use Lilly’s loyalty to Eden as his own escape from a hell he created. He doesn’t give a damn that he’s leaving the woman pregnant with his child behind—not when he has to protect his own destructive secret. And not when he’s sure she’s going to beat him to the punch and leave first.
As the dangers to the club escalate, nobody’s hearts—or lives—are safe.
Dawn Martens is a young, spunky Canadian Author. Being a wife to Colin, and a mother to three beautiful little girls (Sarah (2007), Grace (2010), and Ava (2014)) hasn't stopped this Canadian Firecracker from pursuing her dreams of becoming a writer! Dawn's number one passion in life is the written word, and she's extremely thankful that she has the ability to share the ramblings from the characters inside of her head with the rest of the world! She also may or may not have the hugest girl crush on Author Kristen Ashley, who is her personal idol and helped inspire Dawn in the beginning of her Indie career.
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Published 2015
Hitchhiker, is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
Hitchhiker
By:
Stacy Borel
Coming Early 2015
Lonely and lost, I knew I had to leave, even though I didn’t know where I was headed. Driving without a purpose, I let the roads lead. I was just a shell of my former self, devoid of feelings. Hoping I’d find the missing pieces of myself along the way.
Then I saw him—those menacing deep brown eyes, and an air around him that was formidable. I knew that picking up a hitchhiker was a dangerous thing to do, but I was desperate.
Desperate for what, you ask?
To feel.
Prologue
“The heart sees what’s invisible to the eye.”- H. Jackson Brown Jr.
It’s funny how life takes you through different twists and turns. As children, we don’t think, “W
hen I grow up, I want to be in a relationship where it seemed like a fairy tale in the beginning, but sadly I’m soon undervalued and pushed aside. Then I think I want to find a stranger on the side of the road and fall in love with him. I want him to take me down a dark and dangerous path that could potentially destroy me and make me mentally unstable.” Could you just imagine if we knew then what we know now, after having lived through hell? What paths we would have avoided just to prevent the struggle and heartache? Would you still pick the same course so you could feel it, just once? To know what it was really like to love someone with your very essence, only to have it ripped away? The burn, the loss, the grief, the dry crusted tears on your face? The earth-shattering moment you knew you were well and truly gone and never coming back? Or would you choose safety—the known, monotonous days—and comfort?
I think if I were given these options all those years ago, I would have picked the second one. As humans, we crave safety and routine. However, having lived through the moments when I thought my next breath would be my last without him by my side… I’d pick the pain. Why? Because it was real. I fought a hard and valiant battle to deny the lust and passion, as if I had a choice. I didn’t step into it with my eyes closed. Oh no, they were wide open and saw the road signs that glared in my face.
Stop.
Dead End.
No Outlet.
Not fucking happening.
You’re fooling yourself.
This will kill you.
You see, my heart knew what it wanted. It claimed him. The law of attraction did not give me a choice in the matter. That battle that I fought, it wasn’t with him. It was with myself. I tried to go back and remember what it was like before I met him. Who I was, how I acted, how I spoke, the patterns of my life. There was no remembering anything. That girl was gone. The girl I am now… well, I am still falling down a rabbit hole. And this bitch is a bottomless pit.