by Sam Crescent
Tilly attacked and she went to hit him, but before she could even land a single blow, Callie had her.
He watched in shock as Callie grabbed Tilly in a restraining lock.
“I can see you like using your fists a lot, but only when you think no one is going to reach. In a room full of witnesses, they saw you. They can testify against you.”
“There won’t be any need for that,” Michael said.
The sheriff had been sitting in the back of the diner. Drew hadn’t even seen him. He’d only hoped someone had called it but it appeared he’d been enjoying his lunch as well.
“You will be pressing charges and Tilly will be signing those divorce papers. If she continues to refuse, I know we can ask the court to make her do it. Her abuse ends now.”
Michael pulled out his cuffs and placed them over her wrists, silencing her.
Tilly was taken away. She gave up the fight and Callie stepped into his arms.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I am. I think it’s finally over.”
“Don’t drop the charges, Drew. What if she does this to another man and gets worse? What would you say to a woman in your circumstances?”
“You know what I’d say.”
“Then don’t let her get away with this. You’re worth a lot more than you think.” She kissed his lips. “And I love you. Even if we don’t ever have to get married.”
“I’m marrying you, Callie Stewart, as soon as I can. Now, let’s go and get our girl.”
****
Three months later
“You look so beautiful,” Callie’s mother, Doreen, said.
“Thanks, Mom.” She put her hand on her rounded belly as Leah smiled at her.
“Is she moving?”
“Yes, a lot today.” The wedding dress she picked out was designed to hide the pregnancy bump she now had. Tilly had signed the divorce papers in the hope of serving community service. She finally admitted to assault and was no longer allowed in town. She had to stay away from Drew. There had also been negotiation for a social worker to help if she wished to spend time with Meghan. Tilly had told everyone she didn’t have a daughter. The moment she left town, they hadn’t heard from her. Callum had made sure she signed a legal document where she forfeited her parental right in Meghan’s life.
It was all her own choice, and she’d signed it away without a care.
“You look really pretty. Like a princess,” Meghan said.
Drew’s little girl stood in a pink dress, looking so sweet. She was carrying their rings today and would be throwing flowers as she walked down the aisle.
“Not as beautiful as you. You’re the special one here.” She kissed her cheek.
“Thank you, Mommy,” Meghan said.
Meghan had been calling her Mommy for a couple of months now. Drew didn’t mind and Callie loved the little girl as if she was her own.
“Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, I think so,” she said.
Her mother handed her the flowers. “Your father is waiting, and so is your fiancé. Time to show them all how it’s done.”
Leah kissed her cheek, and Meghan hugged her tightly.
They all left ahead of her, and she stepped out of the room to see her father, Jim, waiting.
“I always imagined this day. Admittedly the groom was always dead before you got to him.”
“Dad?”
“I know you and Drew have a lot of history together. I hear rumors, but tell me, are you doing this because you want to?”
“Yes. I love him, Dad, more than anything.”
“Good, that’s what I needed to hear.” Her father cupped her cheek, tilted her head forward, and kissed her. “I love you.”
She took his arm and they walked toward the entrance of the church. She didn’t look at the guests. Her gaze stayed on Drew in a tuxedo. She smiled. He looked dashing.
The wedding song started, and she walked down the aisle toward her soul mate, the love of her life.
Her father handed her over. The butterflies in her stomach settled and as they stood in front of one another, bound together, she knew this was what was always supposed to happen. His vows were beautiful. He offered her his life and in return, she did the same. They were united and by the time it came for them to be husband and wife, she was more than ready for his kiss.
“Now you’re mine, beautiful, for forever.”
“I don’t mind.” She cupped his face and kissed him again harder.
Epilogue
Ten years later
Drew walked into his home and chaos ensued. This was what he loved most about coming home. No matter the time of day, someone was always waiting.
He and Callie had been married for ten blissful years, and four kids later, well, if they got a spare moment to call their own, they were lucky. At least he could dump his kids on Callum so he could make love to his wife without any interruptions.
Entering the kitchen, he saw his wife standing at the door overlooking the garden. She looked stunning and he never got tired of seeing her. She had no idea that he pursued her professor and got the man to answer for the crimes he committed against her and fellow colleagues. No woman in college should ever have their education suffer because of an asshole like that. As for his woman, she did work for a short time as a counselor, but her love of being a stay-at-home mom won. She helped their children and was always home for them and him.
“What is it this time?”
“Meghan, of course.”
Their bratty teenage daughter, complete with glasses and braces, sat on the porch steps.
“She’s crying again?” He wrapped his arms around his wife, breathing her in. Fuck, he loved her so much.
As he kissed her neck, she turned toward him. “Go and talk to her.”
“That’s my job.” He kissed her again and stepped out onto the porch.
“Go away, Dad.”
He’d long ago lost the title of Daddy. Meghan believed she was too old to call him that. At fifteen, he could imagine why.
While he sat down beside her, she wiped at her eyes. In the process, she pushed her glasses up on her nose.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Jasper. He’s a dick.”
He let that one slide.
“He keeps telling everyone I have four eyes, and he makes fun of my braces. He’s so mean.”
“Do you cry in front of him?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Then ignore him. He’s a bully and one thing I know for certain, don’t give him any attention.”
“Won’t that make him angry?”
“Probably, but it might also make him realize that no matter what he says or does, he’s not going to win. You’re stronger than him.”
“Did you see that in Callie?”
They’d never lied to Meghan. When she asked what they were like in high school, he’d been brutally honest, and now, his daughter was experiencing the same problems.
“No, I didn’t see anything in Callie until she came back. I’m not telling you you’re going to have a great love story with this kid, but don’t let him get to you. He’s a dick and needs to grow up. You, my darling, are beautiful. You’re smart, funny, kind. Yes, even with your braces and your glasses.”
Meghan chuckled. “Thanks, Daddy.”
He smiled. His little girl was still in there somewhere.
“I’ve got to go and finish my homework.”
Meghan went back inside and seconds later, Callie joined him. “He’s a dick?”
“I didn’t know what else to say.”
“I think you got through to her.”
“Yeah, well, if this Jasper turns out to actually love her, I’m not going to be as forgiving as your father.”
Callie laughed and snuggled up against him. “Love you, Drew.”
“Love you more than anything, my love.”
They watched the sun start to set. In the house, they heard th
eir kids as they all made noise. This was his life. With his love in his arms, he didn’t want anything else.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
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Breeding Season, 5
Sam Crescent
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Sample Chapter
Pierce Casey, or Forge as most of his club called him, took a long, deep draw on his cigarette and waited for Peterson to arrive. His crew, Hell’s Slaves MC, were behind him, waiting for the son of a bitch to turn up. He didn’t like to be kept waiting.
Peterson owed him a lot of money, and he was tired of the excuses. The only reason he put up with the bullshit was because he happened to find the old man entertaining. The son of a bitch was mayor of this town and happened to have a serious gambling problem. Forge was all about helping those in need. The mayor liked to use his club to deal with certain problems, old skeletons in the closet, and being the nice guy he was, Forge was more than happy to oblige at a cost.
Now the debt was overdue, and Forge and his crew had done what was necessary to keep Peterson’s reputation squeaky clean.
He was bored of the entertainment, and it was time to step it up a notch or two, or even three. He didn’t have any problems hurting the bastard, and in fact, would rather enjoy hearing him squeal. There hadn’t been enough bloodshed in his life of a late, and he was growing tired of being nice.
Just as Forge was about to give up and head back to his clubhouse to plan his strategy with his men, three black cars slowly pulled up across the abandoned plot. He took a final draw on his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stamping on it.
Stepping forward, he knew two of his men were by his sides, Dog and Hound. Dog was his VP and Hound his enforcer.
There was no doubt his other men were waiting, hands poised on weapons, prepared to make this very bloody if they had to. Before the night was over, if Peterson had fucked with him, he’d slit the bastard’s throat.
One of the guards opened the back door and Peterson, with all his airs and graces, climbed out, buttoning his jacket as he did.
“You think this is a fucking joke?” Forge asked.
The door of the car remained open as Peterson stepped forward. If Forge didn’t recognize terror so well, he would have assumed the man before him was cool as a cucumber. But he wasn’t. The telltale shaking, the pale face, and overall fear dripped off him. He liked to make men nervous and well, this fucker was exceedingly so. Even with his band of security, it didn’t mean he was safe.
“I apologize for my lateness,” Peterson said.
“Where’s my money?”
“I … I don’t have it.”
Forge tutted. “You know I don’t like it when someone tries to take the piss.” He grabbed Peterson by his jacket, pulling him forward so they were nose to nose. “You better call off your men now!” He spoke slowly.
Peterson’s guards had all drawn their weapons, ready to shoot to kill. Forge had no doubt his men were in exactly the same stance. He trusted them to aim and take their enemies out. What he didn’t know was if Peterson’s men were properly trained or designed to look like fighters. Most of them looked a little too young for his tastes.
“It’s fine. Back off. Lower your weapons,” Peterson said, his voice shaking.
“Now, I’m thinking I break a couple of your arms. Maybe even your legs. I want to hear you scream. Hell’s Slaves are not to be made a fool of, do you understand me?” He’d gladly hear the sound of breaking bones.
“Wait, wait,” Peterson said. Perspiration dotted his brow.
“You think you can order me around?”
“It’s … I have an arrangement that may be suitable for you.”
Forge laughed. “You think you can buy me? The only thing I want is my money.”
“But what if there was something else? Something that is so hard to come by in this day and age. Something only you will ever be able to claim. To own. To possess.”
He hated being a curious bastard. There was nothing he didn’t know about this son of a bitch and yet, here he was, offering him something more, and he was interested.
“Go on.”
“You’re going to need to let me go long enough to arrange it.”
Forge thrust him away from him but didn’t let him go. “This is as far as you’re getting.”
“Fine. Fine.” Peterson looked behind him. His entire body shook as he nodded at one of his men.
Glancing over the man’s shoulder, he watched as someone entered the car. He heard a muffled scream and in the next minute, a woman was pulled from the car. She wore a robe and someone had tied a piece of rope across her mouth, stopping any sound from her.
He noticed how blonde her hair was. It was almost white and it looked soft, silken to the touch. Next, her eyes. They were blue, like a clear ocean, only these were swimming with tears. She wore no makeup. Tears traced down her cheek and he didn’t know why seeing her scared sent a wave of protective need rushing through him. He wanted to protect her.
The man restraining her held her up.
“What is this?” he asked.
“This … is my bastard daughter. No one knows about her but me. This is Beth Peterson. The result of an unfortunate affair with the nanny. As far as anyone is concerned, she works for me. Only those closest to me know who she truly is.”
“And why would I want the offspring you won’t even claim?” Forge asked. “I can get any pussy I want.”
“Exactly. You can have any. I can have a doctor confirm my daughter is … a virgin. No man has ever touched her and I know, I’ve made sure of it. I knew one day she’d come in useful and seeing as you’re surrounded by very loose women, I figured something tight and hot would do the trick.”
With each word Peterson spoke, Forge watched the daughter. She hung her head in shame. She didn’t like her father and what he was doing scared her, but there was something else. She was used to this kind of treatment.
“Open it,” Peterson said.
Without waiting, the guard tore the robe off Beth’s body, showing her to everyone, including his men.
Forge gritted his teeth as he wanted to bash Peterson’s head in. When she tried to cover herself, the guard held her arms out, stopping her from doing exactly that. He wanted to slam his fist into the bastard’s face but he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction. Not today.
Beth’s body was beautiful. Curves in all the right places. Heavy tits. Nice rounded hips. The kind designed to lure a man to hold on to. Breeding hips. For a moment, he wondered how she would look with a nice rounded stomach, full of his child.
“And she’s a virgin. No man has ever touched her. If you’d like, I can get this confirmed for you. You’ll be the first and only man to ever be between her pretty thighs.”
It wasn’t her virginity he was after, or even her body, even though he intended to have both. What Peterson didn’t realize was that he was about to give away a wealth of knowledge. After this, Forge intended to do whatever it took to bring this bastard to his knees. He didn’t like bullies, or any man who thought they could use power like this to fuck with others.
She sniffled.
He wanted to protect her.
“And what do you hope to get of this?” Forge asked.
“The debt wiped clean.”
“No,” Forge said.
“Do you have any idea how much a virgin would gain at an auction?” Peterson asked. “Millions of dollars.”
“I’m taking the girl and I’ll be
getting my money. You like your cushy life, don’t you? The power you wield. If you think to take the girl after giving her to me, you’ll be out of office by the morning and your wealth, what little of it you have left along with the power, will be wiped out.” He stepped up close. “Do you want to try me on this?”
“But—”
“An extension is all you get. Nothing more.” He looked toward Beth, seeing her shake. “You lost any power of reducing the bill when you allowed others to look at her. Cover her up.”
The guard quickly put her robe back on and he nodded, satisfied. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to step toward him.
“Do we have a deal or do you want to test my patience even more?” Forge asked.
“Fine. Yes, an extension is exactly what I need. Go, Beth. Be a good girl like I’ve told you to always be.”
She was shoved toward him and he held her close, feeling just how scared she was.
Her tremors angered him. He would take care of her and she was going to tell him every single detail about her father and his business.
****
“You’re nothing but a whore. You were made with a whore and that’s exactly what you are.”
All her life, Beth knew how much her father despised her and his wife. They couldn’t have her mother running off and telling the media how he took advantage of her. So, they’d kept her at home during the whole pregnancy, only for her mother to die giving birth to her, and Peterson had seen it as a way of making millions of potential viewers loving him. He had designs for the big job and to do that, he had to be memorable. So he took in his nanny’s child, and Beth, she rarely went out. They wouldn’t allow her.
She was nothing more than a slave within the Peterson household until there was a need for her to smile at the camera and to pretend everything was okay. She hated pretending. Forcing a smile to her lips so people assumed she was happy.