Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  The procession continued, and Johnnie grew more anxious to see Kendall. Other than hearing that squeal, he had no indication if they’d achieved her dream wedding or not.

  Cash and Stretch escorted Fee down the aisle, followed by the recently married Bunny—obviously pregnant—and Digger. Next, came Bailey and Mort. Zoann and Val. Georgie Mason and Diesel. Megan…all the women were dressed in the same style and color gowns, everything matched and color coordinated.

  All the men headed in his direction, while the women went to the other side. Right before the door closed, he heard Kendall sob.

  Various scenarios running through his head, Johnnie intended to rush to her.

  “Wait, Johnnie,” Megan called.

  “Something’s wrong…” Johnnie trailed his voice off at the opening of the door.

  “Fuck, man,” Mort whispered.

  “Mama!” Bailey said, bursting into tears and hugging Meggie.

  In the doorway stood Roxy, gorgeous in a dress similar to Charlotte’s but the color of the bridesmaids. She’d always had long hair, but now it was close-cropped, just growing out as she recovered from her chemotherapy.

  “Kendall’s maid of honor,” Megan said, from across the aisle.

  “Fuck, Meggie,” Val sniffled. “You making grown motherfuckers cry.”

  More than one sniffle came from Johnnie’s side of the aisle. Across from him, the girls were openly crying.

  “Glam-Ma!” Harley squealed, bounding from her seat and rushing to Roxy, who was walking down the aisle, smiling at her granddaughter.

  Mort broke rank when his daughter and mother-in-law got to the front. “C’mon, Roxanne, I’ll take you to your seat.”

  “You touch me, Magician, and I’m fucking you up. I’m here for one of my babies. No fucking way I’m sitting my ass down.”

  “She back, Mort,” Christopher said, laughing at Mort’s glare.

  “Fuck, man. I’m trying to treat you like a bitch who just had cancer and you acting all normal and shit. Calling me out my name to try and piss me off. Not working. I don’t want to cause you to have a—”

  “Psst,” Zoann called. “Get back in formation, Antichrist. You’re fucking up Kendall’s wedding.”

  Roxanne went to the side with the girls while Mort stomped to an empty chair, got it, and brought it to her, pointing.

  She flipped him off.

  “Madame, please,” Father Wilkins called, nodding to the crucifix behind them.

  Roxy slapped Mort’s hand. “Then tell this motherfucker to leave me alone!”

  “Roxy!” Megan cried, as the doors opened and Sloane and the mini orchestra started the grand notes of Mendelssohn’s Wedding March. Everyone stood.

  Kendall appeared with Brooks at her side and everything else became white noise to Johnnie. Wearing a silk and chiffon wedding sheath, Kendall was stunning. A glittering tiara held her veil in place. It covered her face and hair, but Johnnie saw her hold tighten on Brooks and knew Kendall was nervous.

  Finally, she reached Johnnie.

  “Who gives this woman in marriage?” Father Wilkins asked and looked at Brooks expectantly.

  In turn, Brooks looked toward all the women.

  “We do,” they chorused, and Kendall burst into tears.

  Brooks looked at her and lifted her veil, kissing her cheek, just as a father would.

  “You’re well loved, my dear. Remember that and be happy.” He turned to Johnnie and held out his hand. “Take care of her.”

  “Always,” Johnnie responded, taking her trembling hand into his own and raising it to his mouth to kiss it. “From the moment I met you, gorgeous, you were mine. Never doubt that and never forget that.”

  As he led her to stand before the priest, Kendall whispered, “We’re having another baby.”

  He grinned at her, happy at her news but also, “Always having the last word, Attorney Donovan.”

  She giggled. “Always, my love.”

  Serendipity had brought her to Christopher so many months ago.

  Thinking about the first time she’d ever gazed at her husband, Meggie watched Dr. Will glide the transducer over her belly to discover the sex of her new baby. Thanks to Thomas Nicholls, Meggie had run for her life. Run to her father. Instead, she’d met the man who’d come to be her everything. Her friend, lover, protector, the father of her children, and the man of her dreams.

  Who could’ve foreseen that Thomas’s actions—Meggie’s decision—would’ve started a domino effect that revealed the evilness lurking within the club? That evilness had killed her father, mother, mother-in-law, brother, sisters-in-law, and nieces by marriage. Not to mention bringing down Sharper Banks and his mega church.

  That night, when fate had intervened and had Christopher saunter into her life, Meggie didn’t know that she had been the key to so much. Daddy had been dead a year, but the club had been broken, warring within. Those against Christopher had worked to resurrect Logan Donovan, who, in turn, had brought in Cee Cee Caldwell. They were two of the vilest men who’d ever walked the earth.

  Meggie hadn’t known it then, but now she knew they’d been after her. Big Joe had made it to where he controlled the money so he’d controlled the men. Except, her daddy had put the place housing money and drugs in Meggie’s name, unbeknownst to her.

  With his death and her chance meeting with the man who’d killed him—the birth of that man’s son—Meggie had almost been responsible for everyone’s downfall. But she’d survived and become stronger for it.

  Her man, her Christopher, opened her eyes to a whole new world and gave her life new meaning. Thank you, Daddy. No one but Big Joe could have led them to each other. Of that, Meggie felt certain.

  “Are you ready to find out the sex of your newest baby, Meggie?” Dr. Will asked, serene in her own pregnancy. Her long braids were up in a ponytail, her brown skin glowing with health and happiness.

  Her nurse, Viola, handed her another container of gel.

  Meggie was beyond thrilled for her OB. Babies were such awesome little beings.

  “Wait, let me call Christopher.” He was at home with the kids. With Bunny pregnant, she wasn’t feeling well, so he’d changed plans to accompany Meggie and turned into babysitter for the day. She pressed the number one on her phone. “Hey.”

  “Hey, baby.”

  His voice came loud and clear. Until the day she died, his sexy timbre would affect her. Into eternity, she’d adore and cherish Christopher. “Dr. Will is about to tell us the sex of the baby.”

  She wanted another girl. Her and Rebel were sorely outnumbered by all the testosterone in the house. This was her last chance to rectify that.

  “Ready?” Dr. Will asked.

  Viola smiled between them.

  Swallowing, Meggie nodded. “Ready. You, Christopher?”

  “Yeah, as ready as my ass ever fuckin’ be.”

  “You’re having another boy, Meggie,” Dr. Will said gently.

  Viola patted Meggie’s arm.

  “Oh.” She didn’t mean to sound so disheartened. The most important thing was the health of the baby, not the sex.

  “Told you, baby,” Christopher said, his smug grin obvious even through the phone. “Patsy was a fuckin’ nice name, but we gotta go with the boy one now.”

  Meggie smirked at the phone, her disappointment evaporating. She already had a lot of boy clothes and boy toys. She’d give Rebel her own room, decorate it in her daughter’s favorite color of pink, then move Rule in with CJ and have Ryder and the new baby share a nursery. “I have a boy name.”

  “Paul. Like we fuckin’ discussed, yeah?”

  She grinned. “Nope.”

  “What the fuck you mean? It was gonna be Patsy for a girl and Paul for a boy, since I banned the fuckin’ letter ‘R’ from your fuckin’ vocabulary.”

  “The new baby’s name will be Ransom,” she said with a little sniff. “Anyway, the boys are calling Rebel ‘El’, so…”

  “So you tellin’ my ass we
gonna have CJ, Rebel, Rule, Ryder, and Ransom?”

  “I guess,” she said, her glumness returning. She should’ve left well enough alone, instead of stopping her pills the day she’d gone to the consultation with Christopher about his vasectomy. Given her actions, he had every right to ban a name starting with ‘R’. “Um, we can name him Paul.”

  Christopher sighed. “Fuck, baby. He comin’ out your pussy. Name his lil’ ass rattlesnake for all I give a fuck.”

  “Okay.”

  “My new boy healthy, yeah, Doc?”

  Clearing her throat to contain her laughter, Dr. Will said, “Yes. Very.”

  “I ain’t even gotta ask about my girl,” he said. “I already know if she wasn’t, you woulda said upfront.”

  “You bet.”

  “Oh, yeah, Doc, Megan told me you knocked up, too. First baby. Congratu-fuckin-lations.”

  Dr. Will smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Caldwell.”

  “Tell your old man, congrats, too.”

  “I’m not with him any longer,” the doctor confided. “He left when I told him about the baby.”

  “Fuck, babe. Gimme his name and shit. I’ma fuck him up just for you.”

  “Omigod, Christopher,” Meggie screeched. “You can’t do that.”

  “The fuck I can’t. I owe Doc Will. She been at your side since CJ. She saved your life. That make her one of us. If a motherfucker fuckin’ with her, he gettin’ fucked up. Case fuckin’ closed.”

  “Goodbye, Christopher,” Meggie hissed, disconnecting before her husband said another incriminating word. It didn’t matter that the doctor was aware of Christopher’s activities. This was her baby’s father he was threatening. “Don’t tell anyone what Christopher said. Please,” she added, as the doctor finished the ultrasound and Viola handed Meggie a towel.

  “I say let Mr. Caldwell wipe his ass off the face of the earth,” Viola harrumphed.

  “Viola!” Dr. Will snapped, her eyes widening in shock.

  “Sorry, Dr. Will,” the older woman said. “That was unprofessional of me. I didn’t mean to overstep my bounds. Mr. Caldwell’s just so…so real he makes a body forget where she’s at.”

  Dr. Will nodded. “I understand. Just don’t let it happen again.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Viola hastened through her tasks, then bid Meggie farewell until her next appointment.

  “If you have any questions or concerns before you see me again, don’t hesitate to call me,” Dr. Will said.

  Meggie got up from the table and pressed the number eight, Mortician’s speed dial number, to let him know she was ready to head back to the club. Her guard detail rotated as usual, although Johnnie was still excluded. Every time Val’s turn came around, Mortician made sure to be there, too, but Meggie was finally feeling comfortable enough with him again to go back to one-on-one.

  “See you soon,” she told the doctor, then paused. “Would you like to come to dinner one evening? There’s a couple of single members I could introduce you to.”

  “No. I’m fine.”

  Right. Not every woman fell apart in the face of having a creep for a man.

  “If you ever change your mind, you have my number.”

  “Roxy has already introduced me to someone, Meggie,” Dr. Will admitted sheepishly.

  “Roxy? Bailey’s mom?”

  “Your husband isn’t the only one I have to answer to in that club. She takes her role as club mother seriously. Over the course of the months, we’ve become friends.” Dr. Will grinned. “Mr. Caldwell was a few weeks late in his offer. Roxy has offered to, er, cut the bitch on my behalf.”

  Meggie giggled. “Always remember. We take care of our own.”

  “Christopher? Wake up, Christopher. It’s time to go.”

  At the sound of the man’s voice, Christopher opened his eyes, torn between hot and cold, searing pain and sweet peace.

  “Christopher!”

  Blinking, Christopher glanced around and frowned in the direction of Big Joe. A golden aura surrounded Boss, gleaming against the foggy, gray backdrop. In the distance, long shadows hovered, while a small boy with black hair grinned at him, white robes glimmering from his body.

  “Come on. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

  Christopher squinted, searching for Megan, but not seeing her.

  “You’ve done your job. Took care of my little girl. It’s time to come with me.”

  Fuck! Was he motherfucking dead?

  As if he read his mind, Big Joe nodded, his face full of life and health, not at all the gaunt shell he’d been in the weeks before his death.

  “Come on, boy,” Big Joe demanded again, when Christopher just stared, seeming unable to speak.

  Definitely dead, then, and without his girl. Where was she?

  “Alive,” Big Joe answered, reading Christopher’s mind. “With Johnnie.” Clapping Christopher on the back, Big Joe smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “You don’t remember anything?”

  “Fuck all,” he snarled, finding his voice again, surprised when Big Joe started fading.

  “Christopher?” Megan called.

  “You here with her,” Big Joe said, nodding behind Christopher, ignoring the sound of his baby girl.

  Christopher turned, his gaze falling on a frowny-faced Kendall. Blood seeped from the wound at the side of her head, dripping down her bloodless skin.

  “Thanks, asshole,” she snapped. “You killed me.”

  Had he? He’d be dancing for fucking joy, if he knew for sure he was alive, but he seemed as dead as her. “Did I fuck you up quick? Or my ass made you suffer? Cuz, Kendall, I swear, you ain’t needed to die quick. Especially if I got fucked up with you.”

  “Christopher, wake up.” Megan shook him as she spoke, the scent of cherry blossoms filling Christopher’s nose. “Kendall isn’t dead and neither are you. You’re having a nightmare.”

  Anything with Kendall dead wasn’t a nightmare. It was a fucking dream come true.

  “’Law!” CJ yelled, bouncing on his fucking stomach.

  “Christopher, you have to get CJ to school.”

  Megan’s voice reached him and he responded, “I gotta fuck you first, baby.”

  “That’s what I’ve been saying, Outlaw. You have to fuck me.”

  Eyes flying open at Kendall’s coo, Christopher sat up and looked around. The fog of sleep loosened its grip on him and he was relieved to see Megan sitting next to him on their bed and CJ between them, dressed in his school uniform, and staring at Christopher as if his dick suddenly grew out of his fucking mouth.

  Similar to how Christopher felt at his strange ass dream, filled with dead Big Joes and deader psycho cunts, still asking him to fuck.

  He grabbed Megan and hugged her to him ignoring CJ’s outraged squeal at being trapped between them. “Jesus, Mary, and all that’s fuckin’ holy, baby.”

  “Are you okay?” Her arms going around him, Megan soothed him with her touch and sweet voice.

  “Fuck, no. My ass dream about Big Joe and killin’ Kendall and bein’ fucked up and you being married to John Boy and Kendall askin’ to fuck me even though she was deader than fuck.”

  Megan giggled and took CJ into her arms, settling their oldest boy onto her lap. Her belly had just started to show. “I thought only pregnant ladies had bad dreams,” she teased, leaning back, her breasts bigger because of the new baby and straining against her nightgown.

  “Well, motherfuckers that got dick snipped and got their old ladies knocked up anyway have them motherfuckers, too.” It was every motherfucker’s nightmare to find themselves in Christopher’s current situation.

  CJ’s little face scrunched in confusion. “’Law?”

  His racing heart settling down, Christopher leaned back against his headboard. “Yeah, boy?”

  “I tired going to school. Can I stay home?”

  “No,” Christopher and Megan chorused.

  “But I tired lying.”

  Kissing the top of Megan’s head and hiding hi
s grin, Christopher lifted a brow at CJ. “What the fuck you lyin’ about?”

  “Liking school.”

  “You don’t gotta like school, boy, but you gotta go. Now, gimme a few minutes alone with your ma, then me and you gonna go.”

  Shoulders drooping, CJ nodded and scrambled out of bed. “Bye, MegAnn,” he said miserably.

  “Bye, potato,” she called. “When you get home, Mommie will have a special treat for you.”

  Christopher leered at her. “You gotta special treat for my fuckin’ ass, baby?”

  “Behave.”

  “Nope. Ain’t ever happenin’.”

  She gave him a saucy wink. “You’re a psycho.”

  “Yeah, but I’m your psycho.”

  “And I’m your sweet angel,” she returned.

  “Yeah, baby, always and for-fuckin-ever. Ain’t matterin’ if you my sweet angel or my wicked little bitch, I love the fuck outta you.”

  “I love you more,” she whispered.

  “Psycho stalker Wildman and all?”

  She nodded. “You’ll always be mine.”

  The day Megan walked into his clubhouse looking for Big Joe was the day Christopher’s life began. Their tragedies and triumphs, love and laughter, from the moment they’d met, gave them the solid foundation to build their legacy upon.

  She was his life, his future, and his everything.

  He kissed her again. “Whatever you call me, ain’t nothin’ but a thing, Megan.”

  Ain’t nothin’ but a thing, indeed.

  ~ THE END ~

  As usual, I have so many people to thank, starting with my readers. Without you, none of this would be possible. Thank you for loving my boys as much as you do. Thank you for having a Team Outlaw and a Team Kendall. You’ve entertained and humbled me with your loyalty to your favorite characters.

  The day after I met Christopher in my dream and I sat down to write about him and the girl who’d rock his world, I never expected the response I got. Over the years, I’ve been asked on several occasions why didn’t I make Meggie older or pair Outlaw with Kendall. Then, as now, my answer is the same. Christopher needed someone completely opposite from him. Meggie was young and innocent enough to give him pause and make him want to protect her. Though he fought every step of the way when they first met, she changed him. For the first time, he saw the world through the lens of a person who looked for good and not bad. As for him and Kendall being together, they are too much alike. They would’ve killed each other before I wrote the end.