Absently, I reach up and push a strand back behind my ear just as we round the last wooded corner. A tiny house comes into view, one that’s seen better days and definitely needs a paint job. I’m not sure if Dad’s been hiding out here the whole time, or if he’s just come here as a way to see us. The only thing on the postcard was an address. Angel said he’d gotten one, too, but he’s coming out here separately.
It’s the first time any of us has seen my dad since he had to disappear last year. For a while, I was half-convinced he was dead. But he must at least be somewhere close enough that he knows a little about Angel’s and my comings and goings, because the address where he sent the postcard was the right one even though Cas and I moved into a house of our own about six months ago. One big enough for a family of four, and maybe more on the way.
As we approach the little house, a door opens, and an old man steps outside. For a moment, I don’t even register him as Abe Abbott, he’s changed that much. His hair has gone completely gray, and he’s stooped over in a way I don’t remember him being. My heart lurches in spite of myself. He seems to have aged ten years in one.
“Wow,” Cas murmurs beside me. “He’s changed.”
Cas takes Noah off his shoulders and sets him down. We each take one of his hands, and the four of us walk up to the front porch of the tiny abode. My father’s face breaks into a wide grin.
“Jenna!” he cries, and comes down the steps to greet us. He wraps me in a careful embrace that feels odd, since he rarely hugged me growing up. I hug him back and let him give me a papery kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, Daddy,” I say, and smile at him.
“My goodness, look at this!” he says heartily, looking at the baby. “If this isn’t a surprise!”
“This is Mariana,” I tell him.
Dad’s eyes get a little misty as he shoots me a quick glance. He lifts a slightly shaky hand and offers a finger for Mariana to grasp. “Oh, that’s something,” he half-whispers as her tiny fingers wind around his. “Mariana. Wouldn’t your mother have loved to see this?”
“Yes, I think she would have,” I smile. A huge, painful lump forms in my throat, and I try my best to swallow around it.
For a few moments, he just stares at Mariana, nodding absently at some thought that only he knows. Then, with a deep breath, he turns and bends down to Noah.
“Well, hello, young man,” he says jovially. “Do you remember your grandpa?”
Noah glances up at me uncertainly. “Sort of,” he says, his voice full of doubt.
“You remember Grandpa,” I tell him. “It’s just been a long time, honey.” I turn to Dad. “A year’s an eternity for a boy that age,” I explain. “Don’t take it personally.”
Dad gives me a sad smile. “I know. It’s okay.” He straightens, and then turns toward the house. “Well, let’s go inside. I can’t offer you much to eat or drink, but at least we can sit down and get comfortable.”
We follow Dad into the house. Inside, the musty odor that greets us and the film of dust on all the surfaces tell me that he’s not actually living here. I didn’t notice a car outside, though. A wave of sadness rises up inside me for the thousandth time that I don’t — can’t — know anything about my father’s life now. How lonely he must be, I think. Even though I know he made his own bed, I can’t help but pity him.
We sit down in a tiny living area, on a lumpy couch and some faded chairs, one of which is a rocker. I take out Noah’s little tablet and let him settle in a corner with it, then sit down in the rocking chair with Mariana.
“So, Casper,” my dad addresses Cas, as though this is a completely normal conversation. “How’s life treating you? How’s the club?”
“Good,” Cas nods. “Fine. Have you talked to Angel at all?”
“I saw him about a week ago,” Dad says vaguely. “He tells me the Lords aren’t exactly thrilled with the new mayor in town.” Dad’s eyes flash, a mixture of jealousy and satisfaction that his replacement isn’t well liked.
“Yeah,” Cas says, his lip curling slightly. “Without you around, Jarred Holloway didn’t have any other serious competition.” Cas lets out a low snort. “Goddamn, that guy’s a tool.”
Mayor Holloway has the dubious honor of being almost universally disliked now that he’s in office, by both the townspeople and the MC alike. So far, he hasn’t done much in town beyond prancing around self-importantly and appointing a bunch of his friends to prominent positions. Personally, I hope it stays that way. He has started making noises about getting “tough on crime,” though, maybe hoping that will be a stance that improves his popularity among the people of Tanner Springs.
Dad asks a bunch of questions about the new mayor, clearly enjoying the knowledge that his replacement isn’t well-liked. I watch Cas indulge him, and can’t suppress a feeling of sadness that my father has been relegated to living his life mostly in the past.
We stay for a couple of hours, until Noah starts to make noise about being hungry. “We probably better go, Dad,” I say eventually. I accept Cas’s hand as he helps me up from the couch.
He smiles and stands as well. “All right. I understand. It’s real good to see you Jenna. You and your little family.” He looks at me gently. “You seem happy.”
“I am, Dad,” I smile, moving into Cas’s arms. “I am.”
Dad accompanies us out to the front of the house and walks with us a little way down the path. Eventually, he tells us he’s going to turn back.
“When will we see you again?” I ask him, offering my cheek for him to kiss it.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he murmurs vaguely. “I suppose one of these days I’ll be back around here and we’ll get together again.” A flicker of sadness and fatigue flits across his face, in the span of an instant. Then it’s gone. “You two take care, now. Cas, good to see you.” He sticks out his hand, and Cas takes it.
“You, too, Abe,” Cas nods. “Noah, come on! Let’s go.”
Noah runs down the path toward us, and we walk back the way we came. We bundle the kids into the car and Cas takes the wheel to drive us back to Tanner Springs.
“He seems okay,” Cas murmurs to me as he drives. He reaches over and takes my hand in his, squeezing it. “As okay as he can be, anyway.”
“Yeah.” I squeeze back, torn between sorrow for my dad and thankfulness that he’s even alive. I know his mistakes brought him to where he is now. But I also know that maybe, just maybe, if a few things had turned out differently, he and my mom might be sitting on their front porch right now, fussing over their grandkids as the sun sets.
Mistakes can take over our lives, snowballing out of control until they roll over everything else in their path. That’s what happened to my dad. I just hope he can find some peace, and that maybe someday, he’ll be able to have a life again that makes him happy.
I look over at Cas as he drives our little family home. My love for him feels so overwhelming I almost can’t bear it for a moment. Cas senses my eyes on him. He turns to me and flashes me his dazzling, sexy smile — the one I’ve come to know so well.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he winks at me. “You good?”
“I’m better than good,” I reply.
“Damn straight you are,” he growls, and raises his eyebrows at me.
“Language,” I smirk.
“It’s okay, Mommy, I’m not listening,” Noah calls from the backseat.
Cas and I burst out laughing. From the back, Noah’s childish giggle joins with our laughter as we head toward the sunset, Tanner Springs, and home.
THE END
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HAWK: Lords of Carnage MC Book 2
HAWK
I lost everything years ago. My brother. My family. Everything that ever meant anything to me.
Now the Lords of Carnage are my life. Anything I need, the club provides. Anything else is unimportant.
At least, that’s what I tell mysel
f until I meet Samantha Jennings. She stirs something inside me I haven’t felt for years. Back when I had hope. Back when I thought life would give you what you asked for if you wanted it bad enough.
Wanting is dangerous. I’ve learned that lesson. But when I look in those deep brown eyes, I want Samantha. I want to possess every inch of her body -- to hear her call my name when she loses herself in pleasure.
If I was smart, I’d push her the hell away. Do anything to make her hate me.
But I know I won’t. I’ll never stop until I have her. Even if it destroys us both.
SAMANTHA
I first saw Hawk McCullough from behind the safety of a camera lens.
I try to be invisible when I’m working to capture a moment in a photo. But the way Hawk’s eyes locked onto mine, like the lens wasn’t even there -- I was exposed. They burned into me. Possessing me. Claiming me as his.
I can tell from the look in his eyes he’s damaged. Ruthless. A predator.
I should run far away from him. But I know it’s too late. I’m already his prey.
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BRICK: Lords of Carnage MC Book 3
When the walls come down, all bets are off.
BRICK
Sassy, sexy, and hot-headed,
She came into town like a wildfire.
She’s got secrets, I can tell.
But Sydney Banner’s keeping her cards close to her chest.
She can fight it all she wants,
But as the Enforcer for the Lords of Carnage,
I have a way of getting what I want.
And I want her in my bed.
Every. Damn. Night.
She says she doesn’t need protecting.
I know better.
My inner caveman is in overdrive.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
SYDNEY
Bossy, rugged, and hot as Hell.
Brick may be a former Marine,
But I can fight my own battles.
He has no idea what I risked to get here, and I’m not about to tell him.
I'm no damsel in distress. I don't need saving.
Even though his hard, chiseled body makes me want to surrender...
He's just not a gamble I'm willing to take.
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GUNNER: Lords of Carnage MC Book 4
She wonders if I’m dangerous.
Loaded question...
GUNNER
I live by the cut. It's a brotherhood.
Sex, crime, and power.
But when I see that sexy little number in over her head at the biker bar,
I want to pummel the son of a bitch who threatens her.
Taking Alix back to my club for protection is all I can do.
Hell, I want to do so much more.
She wonders if I’m dangerous. Loaded question...
But she needs my help anyway. She knows I'm her only hope to find her sister before the clock runs out.
After that, Alix is mine.
Whether she knows it or not.
ALIX
I'll do anything to fight for my sister.
Crime and power took her away from me,
And I'll battle anyone who tries to stop me from getting her back.
Everything about his rugged exterior screams danger,
And I've been in threatening situations before.
But there’s something terrifying about Gunner.
Terrifying, and irresistible.
I want to trust him when he says he’s just trying to help me.
I know better.
Men like him will say anything to get what they want.
Even though I want it just as bad…
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THORN: Lords of Carnage MC Book 5
Knight in shining armor?
More like alpha-hole of the century.
ISABEL
He's dark, rude, brooding and mean - and he's my new bodyguard.
My father Oz is the president of the Death Devils MC. He wants me safe, and out of the way.
And unfortunately, Thorn is the man he's chosen for the job.
I don't need a babysitter. I've been taking care of myself for a damn long time now.
I don't think sexy, alpha Thorn is too excited about it either.
But I'll be damned if I'll make his life any easier.
I hate him for abducting me.
I hate my father even more for thinking I'm some fragile flower.
But what I hate most of all is the way Thorn makes me feel when he says dirty, filthy things to me.
I want to fight him. I need to resist.
But the harder I try, the more I realize I can't keep fighting forever.
THORN
She thinks I’m a fucking asshole. She’s not wrong.
Protecting the rival MC president's daughter is definitely not on my goddamn bucket list.
When I get stuck with Isabel, I know from the beginning it's going to be a shit show.
Her own father is keeping her in the dark about how much danger she’s in.
All she knows is I’m holding her prisoner against her will.
I don't expect Isabel to understand.
But my prez makes it crystal clear: I can't mess this up.
If anything happens to her – anything at all -- the shaky alliance between our two clubs will fall like a house of cards.
It'll be all out war. And it all hangs on me.
Even though I'd fuck her in a heartbeat, I know I shouldn’t.
Shouldn't touch her.
Shouldn't taste her.
Shouldn't bring her to my bed and make her scream out my name until her throat is raw.
But I’ve never been a man who lives by what I shouldn’t do.
And it’s only a matter of time before I’ve crossed that line.
I'll mark her as mine.
I'll protect her -- no matter what.
But if I fuck this up, at least one of us won’t make it out alive.
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