Joyride: Savage Menace MC Book 4

by Marie, Kay

  “Holy shit, Wren.” He throws his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

  After a minute, I pull back. “Maggie noticed I didn’t feel well because of the smell of raw meat and mentioned I might be pregnant. Ches, how am I supposed to tell Sketch that I could be pregnant with my rapist’s baby?” The tears fall down my cheeks.

  “He’s not gonna love you any less if you tell him. I’ve never seen that idiot so in love before. Whether it’s his or your rapist’s, he’s gonna love you and that baby regardless. But you have to tell him. Take a test, see a doctor, and go from there.”

  The back door opens again. Out of the corner of my eye, I can tell it’s Sketch.

  “Fucking Cheshire. You make my woman cry?” There’s irritation in his tone.

  “Fuck you. She was telling me what happened with her ex,” Ches tells him. I’m thankful he left out the bit about me possibly being pregnant.

  “Little Bird.” His tone is soft as he kneels next to me.

  “I’ll leave you two alone,” Cheshire says, walking inside.

  42

  Sketch

  I walk outside to Wren and Cheshire talking, and she’s crying. Of course, my first thought was him being an asshole and saying something to make her cry. I should have known better. She’s the first person I’ve known to have a real connection with him. Cheshire doesn’t get close to people. He’s somewhat close to all of us in the shop, but he keeps a lot of shit to himself. We’d all have his back, no questions asked if he needed it. But sometimes, I wonder how well any of us really know him. Wren, on the other hand, seems to have at least partially broken down some of his walls.

  It’s no real surprise that she told him what happened. It just hurts seeing her cry over it. I did what I had to do for him to never be able to hurt her again, but there’s still the emotional pain she has to heal from. I know she will be able to, she’s strong as fuck. I also know it’ll take time to heal a pain like that.

  “Sketch.” Her voice sounds pained. “I think I’m pregnant.”

  “What? Really?” I can’t help but smile. Only, it fades just as quickly. “You think it’s Zack’s.”

  She nods, not making eye contact. I sit on the ground, pulling her into my lap but avoiding my left arm. Tears are pouring down her face.

  “Baby, even if it is, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll love that baby as much as I love you.”

  “How? I don’t even know if I would be able to love it.”

  “Because that baby would be a part of you, that’s how.”

  My words only make her cry harder. I hold her, letting her get it out. Once her crying lightens up, she pulls back slightly, locking her eyes on mine.

  “I’m so scared,” she whispers.

  “We’ll figure this out together, Little Bird. One step at a time.” I give her a quick kiss. “Let’s go inside. You can lay down until dinner is ready,” I suggest.

  She nods her head and stands, then holds her hands out to help me up. I get her inside and settled in my old room.

  “I’ll come get you as soon as it’s ready.” I kiss her forehead.

  “I love you, Logan.”

  “I love you, too.” I head back downstairs and find Cheshire waiting at the bottom.

  “Is she okay?”

  “She’s scared, but she’s alright,” I tell him.

  “If either of y’all needs anything, let me know.” He walks away into the living room and I make my way to the kitchen to talk to Mama and Luke.

  “How’s our girl,” Luke asks.

  I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Our girl?”

  “She’s family. Been family since she took her first step into Mad Tatter,” he explains.

  “She’s tired from the drive,” I tell him. “And if you call her our girl one more time, I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

  “Language!” Mama chastises.

  “Sorry, Ma. I mean it, though.”

  Luke’s eyes go to Mama’s. “She’s gonna make an honest man outta him.”

  Mama giggles. “Now, we need to find one for you.”

  “Ha-ha! Good luck with that one, Ma.” I laugh. “Have you seen that face?”

  “Logan Andrew Hayes!”

  Luke and I burst into a fit of laughter.

  “You made it too easy,” I tell her.

  “Other than wanting to constantly swat y’all over your heads, I’m glad to have you home together,” she admits. “I love you, boys.”

  “We love you too, Mama,” Luke says. I kiss the side of her head.

  The rest of the weekend goes smoothly. The guys and I take Wren all over Baton Rouge. Including going to the Mike the Tiger Habitat, Louisiana’s Old State Capitol, and LSU’s AgCenter Botanic Garden. Mama came with us to the Botanic Garden but skipped out on the rest.

  We got home Monday afternoon, and Wren called her doctor right away. She had to leave a message, but they called back first thing Tuesday morning, letting her know they had a last-minute cancellation for Wednesday. So, here we are. Sitting in the waiting room at her doctor’s office and she hasn’t been able to sit still since we got here.

  “Wren Jackson,” A nurse calls out. We stand and walk her way. She smiles at us. “Hi, I’m Jen, Dr. Smith’s nurse.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Wren says. “This is my boyfriend, Logan.”

  Jen gets Wren’s weight then takes us to a room. She lets us know that Wren is, in fact, pregnant. Then she goes over Wren’s medical history and asks me a few questions as well. After a round of questions, she leaves the room letting us know she’d be back with the doctor soon.

  I stand and move to Wren’s side, taking her hand in mine. “You doin’ alright, Little Bird?”

  She nods. “I’m a little nervous still.”

  I kiss the back of her hand and stand there with her until the doctor comes in.

  “Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Smith.” She holds her hand out for Wren to shake it, then moves to me. “Wren, how are you feeling?”

  “I’ve been nauseous on and off and a bit more tired than normal. Other than that, I feel good,” she tells Dr. Smith.

  “Those are both pretty normal symptoms. What do you say we get a look at the baby and see how far along you are?”

  Wren nods her head. “Yes, please.”

  Jen rolls the ultrasound next to Wren. “Go ahead and lay back and lift your shirt over your belly.”

  Jen steps back to let Dr. Smith take over.

  “The gel might be a little cold,” she warns before squirting the gel on Wren’s belly. Dr. Smith spreads the gel around with some probe like thing and hits a few keys on the keyboard, causing an image to pop up on the screen. “There’s your baby.”

  My heart swells at the sight. Our baby. “It looks like a jelly bean.” I tease. Wren’s eyes are welled up with tears and haven’t moved from the screen.

  “How far along am I,” she asks.

  The doctor presses some more buttons. “Baby measures at eight weeks, two days.”

  I do the math in my head. Eight weeks, that was the middle of July. That’s when Wren and I had sex for the first time. Which means, she was pregnant before Zack raped her. Wren’s eyes shoot to mine as she comes to the same conclusion as me.

  “Would you like to hear the baby’s heartbeat,” Dr. Smith asks.

  “Hell yeah.” I’m bursting at the seams with excitement.

  “Please,” Wren adds. I chuckle, giving her and Dr. Smith an apologetic smile. The doctor turns a knob and the room fills with the thumping of our baby’s heartbeat. It’s an oddly satisfying sound. Wren squeezes my hand as a smile breaks out across her face, tears sliding down her cheeks.

  We talk with Dr. Smith for another twenty minutes. She gives us a few sonogram pictures to share with our families and we head home.

  “How are you doin’, Little Bird?” She hasn’t stopped smiling since we found out the baby is mine.

  “I’m great.” She glances at me. “How are you?”

  “Happiest man alive
.” I can’t fight my grin. Wren is the best thing to ever happen to me and she’s giving me something I’ve always dreamed of— a family of my own.

  Epilogue

  Rascal

  May 2020

  Saint, Clutch, Diesel, and I are spending Memorial Day weekend on a run to Colorado. I hadn’t made this trip since I came back in March when Shade raced in the underground circuit. That shit was badass. Shade sure knows how to handle cars. He and three other guys were handed the keys to Audi R8s. Shade made winning that race look like a piece of cake.

  We got into Denver late last night, and we’re crashing at Ace and Nitro’s place. These guys will be recruited into the Savage Riders before the end of the year. Along with a couple of their buddies, Breeze and Zero. We’re looking to expand into New Orleans soon, too.

  Walking into Higher Zen, a bell above the door signals to Blaze or whoever, we’re here.

  “Welcome to Higher Zen,” a female’s voice calls out from the back room. Not just any female— Marley. She walks out from behind the colorful tapestry that serves as a door to the back room. She’s still rocking the partial dreads. I’ve never seen a chick who can pull off any kind of dreads like Marley can. I can’t stand the chick, but I can appreciate her beauty.

  Her smile fades when her eyes land on mine. “Oh, it’s you.”

  “Miss me, Princess?” I smirk at her.

  She scoffs. “Yeah, in your dreams, Romeo.”

  Typical Marley response. I grin. “Nah, in my dreams you’re . . .”

  “Don’t fuckin’ finish that sentence, Rascal,” Blaze warns. Saint snickers behind me, and I shoot him a glare over my shoulder. Blaze is practically Marley’s older brother, so him getting on me is no surprise. She dishes it out as much as I do, though. When I see her, that is. I only come out here once a month but it’s like she makes a point not to be here when I am.

  Blaze narrows his eyes at me, and I hold my hands up in defense. “We’re just havin’ a lil’ fun, Blaze,” I tell him.

  “It’s gonna be real fun when she’s ridin’ back to Texas with you.” He grins like a cat who caught the canary.

  “What?” Marley and I shout in unison.

  “There’s no way I’m riding in the same car as him,” Marley spits out.

  “It’s not like I want to share that small of a space with you either, Princess,” I say to her.

  “You’ll go with them if you want the protection the Savage Menaces can provide you,” Blaze whispers to her. For a second, I wonder if I even heard him right. Marley huffs out a frustrated breath and storms out of the room.

  Blaze lets out a heavy sigh. “Can’t the two of you get along for one fucking day?”

  “Talk to her. She’s the one throwin’ sass as soon as I walk through the door,” I defend myself. I’m not taking the blame for this shit. Not all of it anyway.

  “Ras is just mad Marley won’t give it up.” Clutch laughs.

  “I don’t need her to give it up. I got plenty of chicks linin’ up to take a ride.”

  “Yeah, but how often does a chick actually turn you down,” Diesel asks.

  “She didn’t turn me down. I turned her down.” I don’t know why I lie. It’s not like it fucking matters. I can get my pick of women any time I want. Marley would probably be a boring lay anyway.

  “So what’s the deal? Why is she coming to Texas,” Saint asks the question we’re all wondering.

  “She needs a change of scenery around people that will take care of her,” Blaze explains.

  Annoyance washes over me. It’s easier to deal with her when she’s here because I never see her. Now, she’s going to be in my clubhouse twenty-four seven. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

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