“I hadn’t planned to. We’re home, Kane, if you want us.”
“You got me a bike, Daddy!”
“You didn’t.” I took Sami’s hand and pulled her in the house and up the stairs where we found our daughter in the room we’d just finished. Her room.
“Oh my God. Did you do all this for her?” Sami walked in the room and turned in circles.
“We finished it today. Remember, your time wasn’t up till tomorrow.” I only had time to brace myself and catch her as she ran to me. She pulled me down and kissed me.
“I love you, Kane Weston.” Words I had waited for, seen in her eyes.
“Babe, I love you.” I bent and took her mouth, she melted into me, but the giggling had me pulling back. Ally sat on the seat to the bike that made up one side of her bed frame.
It had been the first bikes my brothers and I had built in the garage. We assembled a bed and made the sides bikes, our first job of Sons of Black Hawk Custom Bikes, these just didn’t have any working parts. The headboard, we fixed to look like a garage so when you stood at the bottom of the bed, it looked as though the bikes pulled out of the garage. That project had been my brothers’ dads’ contribution. The room we painted and furnished for a girl. It’d been an experience but when Shakes had found out what was going on, she helped us pick out the things. Her contribution had been the pink comforter on the bed to go with the pink we’d painted on the bike.
“You did this for me?”
“Sure did.”
“I love you, Daddy.” Sami squeezed my hand.
“I love you, baby girl.”
As I stood in that room, holding my woman’s hand and watching my daughter pretend to ride a bike, I thought of the first time I walked into this house when I got back. My life without my dad hadn’t started that day at all—it started almost five and a half years ago when I stared into green eyes across the room—I just hadn’t realized it till now.
Epilogue
Crusher
When I walked in the door to Speed’s house with the box in my hand, I stopped short with the sight in front of me. Deputy Sweetass, as I referred to her now, was bent unpacking a box. The closet door was open as she pulled items out and folded them, placing them in the open box to the side.
Juggling the box so I could hold it with one hand while I adjust my crotch didn’t work and the box hit the floor, which ‘caused her to jump and stand. She turned toward me and her brown eyes flashed. Prickly little thing was what she was.
“Perv. You better hope nothing breakable was in that box or Sami is going to kick your ass.” Her eyes lit and she smirked. “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy watching her do it.” She turned back at her task and I picked up the box and headed toward the kitchen. She didn’t say another word to me but she didn’t bend over either. Squatting instead to grab the next coat out of the box.
I’m a grown damn man who would be taking over for my dad as president of Black Hawk MC and I should act like it, but the woman drove every ounce of maturity out of me when she was around. Probably why when I walked past her I grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed, then kept walking even as I felt something hit the back of my head. Woman had good aim, I’d take the hit because she had a better ass and touching it was worth whatever she dished out. A man had to weigh what was important.
“Seriously, she is going to shoot you one day with her gun.” Speed stood in the kitchen doorway and had evidently witnessed the exchanged. “Going to tell me now what is up with you two?”
I shook my head, my friend was happy. Good for him. Family life suited him.
“Did I miss where we grew vaginas and started gossiping? Should we schedule time from getting the shop up and running to go shop for shoes?” I smirked as he narrowed his eyes at me. We’re a damn motorcycle club for God’s sake.
“We could go on a shopping trip for shoes. I need some new riding boots.” Jag shrugged his shoulders when we all turned and looked at him. “What, like you don’t shop for shit? Does clothes and stuff pop in your fucking drawers and closets when they need replaced?”
The back door opened and Flirt walked in carrying a box overflowing with toys. “Thank fuck Spider likes boy shit ‘cause I don’t think I could have even touched this if there were dolls and frilly shit in the box.” He sat it down on the table and pointed his finger at the rest of us. “I mean it, she’s the only little girl allowed, the rest of you fuckers have kids, they better be boys. We may not get lucky the next time and I refuse to play fucking dolls.”
Sami, Coast, and Devil came down from upstairs, and walked into the kitchen. Coast and Devil with lips pursed and Sami smirking.
“What you smiling at, baby?” Speed placed his arm over her shoulder when she walked up to him, drawing her closer. Fuck, he was a goner.
“I told them not to open a box and being men, they thought I was trying to hide sexy underwear or sex toys,” she rolled her eyes, “so they opened the box.” She laughed at their groans.
“Come on, Sami. We weren’t that bad.”
“Please, shouldn’t the devil be used to fire?” Sami laughed louder. Now she had our curiosity on what my brothers found.
“Give it up, girl. Spill your guts.” Her green eyes shined at me, full of humor.
“Well okay, since you twisted my arm.”
Before she could go on, Coast moved closer to her. “Don’t ruin our image. These fuckers are relentless.”
“Ah, no. You’re bad boy biker imposters.” Speed glared down at her. Then smiled when she patted his chest, “Not you, baby. You’re the baddest of the bunch.”
“Goddamn I’m going to be sick.” I chuckled, looked down the hall at Carly as she checked pockets on a leather jacket she pulled from the closet. She folded the jacket and placed it in the box, then opened the paper.
“They opened the box and stepped back as if it was on fire. It contained bathroom items and feminine products.” We all laughed at Coast’s and Devil’s expense. My laughter died as I watched Carly’s face go pale, her head raised and she looked at me. The paper feathered to the floor as she dropped it and turned for the door. She ran out before I even moved toward her.
“Carly, wait!” I raced out of the kitchen to the front door just as she cranked her bike and pulled out.
“What the fuck happened?” Speed stood behind and we watched her ride until she was out of sight.
“She was packing that box and read something she found, I guess in a pocket when she checked.” We turned around at the gasp and the group “Fuck” that was yelled from the others. Sami stood there, note in one hand, the other over her mouth. Flirt, Coast, Devil, and Jag stood behind her, the look they wore was one of shock.
“What is it?” Speed and I said together.
Sami’s green eyes filled with tears when she looked at Speed and held out the paper. When he reached her, she placed it in his hand and we read it as he held the paper between us.
“Holy fuck.” I turned back and walked out the door. I didn’t know what, who, or why about the letter, but the others would figure it out.
Carly wasn’t going to be happy about me following her. She may not want me, but something told me, she was going to need me.
Books by Carson Mackenzie
Black Hawk MC
Speed
Crusher – Coming Soon
KO Ink
Co-authored with Harley McRide
Vengeance
Pierced and Inked – Coming Soon
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Excerpt from Vengeance
KO Ink Book One
By Harley McRide & Carson Mackenzie
“Seriously, man. This is the place you are looking to purchase. What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me before we got into the fucking car, I would have told you no fucking w
ay then, instead we wasted our time. This is like a hell to the no.”
Yeah, I am the oldest and my brother has no fucking vision. Which I find quite funny considering the man is a tattoo artist. Christ, if he and the rest of my brothers didn’t look similar, I would accuse our ma and dad of adoption.
“Mike, this is the building that housed the gym we fucking trained in growing up, it is part of our history. We spent a lot of time growing up in this place. Mic was one of the best trainers around along with being a role model for the delinquent youth of Woodland and the surrounding neighborhoods.” As I spoke, I watched my brother’s eyes, yeah he was starting to remember how the O’Malley brothers grew up. We had always been fighters so our parents placed us in the local gym with the hopes to curtail our energy and keep us on the straight and narrow. And I get how he would forget some of it, hell even I do, until the moment I walked back into our parents’ living room and then the memories all came back. Seriously, looking at it now, I wish my parents would have allowed me to purchase a new home for them like I wanted to. Somewhere in a quiet suburban neighborhood where you didn’t hear the police sirens go off every night. But they insisted this was their home, where they fell in love, where they had a family, and where they raised us and taught us how to be honest and loyal. Family was everything, in that we all still agreed.
Our parents had done a good job on a steel worker’s paycheck with a stay-at-home wife and seven kids. Money was tight, but they made it work.
“Fin, I get it, but that is you, why would I want to come back from out west, working in an established shop to damn, a building that has seen a hell of a better day?”
Again, no vision, tat artist. My brother’s problem was change, he hated it. I know this and so does everyone close to him. At least the ones he lets get that close. So yeah, I’m getting our buddy and his business partner to help me out.
“Kink, help me out here. I am retired. I went as far in the MMA as I could go. I’ve had my shot within the Mixed Martial Arts and I want to come back to the area and help the next generation move forward in life. Give them goals to reach for. You are all about family and brothers just like me. Am I wrong wanting to bring mine back together?” Kink rubbed his hand down his face and turned to Michael.
“Fuck, I get where Fin is coming from. Michael, I don’t want to lose your talent, man, nor my partner, but I see what you can have here too, if you want it. Your brother wants to bring his wayward family back together and plant you in the area where you started the brother bonds to begin with. You been around me and my brothers in the MC long enough to know family is everything. Think, this would at least put you close to your aging parents, the ones you and your other brothers bitch about not seeing enough.”
“Yeah.”
Oh, I could see Michael’s resolve slipping. Now to reel him in.
“Michael, the others will follow you if you open up a shop here beside me. Come on, you, me, them, the O’Malley boys back in the neighborhood, giving back. Close to our parents and our little sister, Mia, who at twenty-three, needs us. Dad will have all our asses if she ends up with some shithead from here that none of us like. He won’t take the excuse of “sorry we weren’t there to protect her”. He will hold each of us responsible, you and I both know that. Plus, hounding her as a grown woman should be incentive enough. The spitfire made our lives a living hell growing up, she was everywhere, and the freakin’ tattle telling alone when we were teenagers should definitely be worth it.
“You remember her telling Ma and Dad when you popped Cathy Francis’ cherry at fifteen?” I watched Michael’s eyes narrow. Yep, he was coming around.
“Dude, your sister ratted you out on the first time you had sex? How come I never knew about this?”
I smiled ‘cause Kink was going to give him shit for the rest of his life for that little info drop. Kink had grown up with us. Left for the military, got out, joined the Warriors and opened up his tat shop. Michael and he had stayed in touch and then Michael moved out west to go into business with Kink, ultimately recruiting our other brothers to follow. I had given them each shit about being the artistic types and afraid to get in the ring and hurt their hands. Those were the days, I got as good as I gave. Between Kink, Tony, Reese, and my brothers, they made me the best at my skill. I may have improved over time on my fighting skill, but the bruises and the injures they dished on me, toughened me. I wouldn’t have made it through the ranks of the MMA if they hadn’t pushed me.
“You know, with the special ink you have been honing, it would help with the security business Tony is going to run alongside my gym. Going to give my boys jobs so they can concentrate on training and moving up the ranks without having to worry about finding the time for it all. Tony said he would love to use the ink to keep track of the guys when out on jobs. With Tony’s training from the military, your ink, and his knowledge to teach you and the others how to monitor, is a goldmine waiting to be tapped.
“Think, all of us from the neighborhood, back from wherever we’ve been, together again. The old folks still here are going to remember us; the younger ones will learn real quick about family, responsibility, and what it means to belong. Well, with exception of Kink here. Don’t think we can talk him into giving up the west coast to come back home. I think there is still some of the cops on the force that would remember him from his youth. The fuckers threw a party the day the bus pulled out with him on it, headed toward Fort Dix and the military future he was ordered by the judge to be a part of,” I busted out laughing and so did Kink and Michael. They had to be remembering the same as me about Kink beating the crap out of the police captain’s son. Little prick had it coming, shouldn’t have made fun of Kink, calling him a pussy for always working on that first piece of shit bike he bought and rebuilt.
“You still got that bike, Kink?”
“Fuck yeah. Keep it stored in back of the shop. Uncover it when I’m missing home. Best memories, man. But you are right, my home is out west. Though I come to visit a couple times a year, I can’t imagine giving up my life with the MC to move back. And brothers, my brothers would never make a club move to the east. Face it, no way cops could deal with them and you guys all in one area.
“Mike, I have a proposition for you?”
I eyed Kink, ‘cause with him, you never knew what that phrase could entail. But with his next words, I should have known. He may have moved on from the area, made his home somewhere else but it didn’t mean the neighborhood wasn’t a part of him anymore.
“Join your brother, Mike. We can still be partners out west and here too. Let’s branch out Slinging Ink. One on the west coast and one on the east coast. I want in on this one too. Will make me feel like I’m still part of the old neighborhood even when I am not here. Whatcha say?” Kink looked at him and so did I. I watched his facial expressions change with the thoughts that were evidently running through his mind.
“Going to depend if the others want to make the move back here too.”
Oh fuck yeah, one brother almost there. The others I knew would follow because they wouldn’t want to be left out. Brothers who like nothing better than to compete against one another. Never even mattered who won, it’s about the thrill of competing.
About the Author
Carson lives in New Mexico with her two sons and her five Great Danes. Books have always been a part of her life. Nothing is better to Carson than curling up and relaxing with a good story, losing herself in someone else’s world while leaving hers behind for awhile.
As a new author she hopes to bring you into her different worlds, giving you a chance to escape everyday responsibilities, if only for a few hours.
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