My mother, who is also my aunt, kicks her right in the face. “That is for my daughter-in-law, you stupid bitch!” She throws her fist out, and Joslyn’s mother’s head whips to the side.
My mother actually loves Joslyn. She met her before she left and thought she was the sweetest thing ever. But honestly, we all think that. Joslyn is pure and innocent, and we all want to protect her.
We all heard how her mom treated her and about everything that went down tonight, and we all volunteered to give her an ass whipping.
“My turn!” I sing and Travis laughs.
Travis
These women are fucking vicious; they prance around like they are having the time of their lives. Wilder’s mom, Darla, is the worst—well, until Brittany and Shaylin.
Brittany is one woman I will not fuck with—or Shaylin, for that matter. But Shaylin will just shoot your ass—Brittany fucks with you.
Brittany is walking around Joslyn’s mom slowly, touching her in certain places. “Now, will you ever contact Joslyn again?” Her voice is sweet—and, shit, that is a total lie. Brittany is also dressed to the fucking nines. Her hair is curled and she is wearing stilettos, looking like she is going out on a date instead of this.
“Go to hell.”
Brittany smiles and stomps on her hand, the heel of her shoe grinding into her palm. I laugh loudly because only Brittany could do something like that while being completely classy.
Brittany says, “Now are we going to stay from Joslyn?”
Joslyn’s mother looks around the room, and her shoulders sag. She looks like she’s finally giving in, but I don’t believe that shit for one second. We won’t hurt women—she will be let go—but a prospect will be taking her a couple of states away, dumping her with enough money so she doesn’t starve but not enough to get back here.
“Bitch, you better fucking stay away. I do not play games.” Shaylin takes out her gun, pointing it right at the middle of her forehead. “You come back, a bullet will be right between your eyes.”
For the first time I see pure fear in Joslyn’s mother’s eyes. Shaylin doesn’t play fucking games and she is gun happy.
“I promise,” she finally says.
“Good, I need to get home to my baby.” Shaylin tucks her gun back in her waistband and walks out the door. Brittany follows with Wilder’s mother close behind, and Amelia grins, waves goodbye to Joslyn’s mother, and leaves.
I’m alone with Joslyn’s mother. “I would listen to them. These women don’t make threats, they make promises.”
At that I walk straight to the room where I will take my turn. What he’s done was far worse than what Joslyn’s mother did. He pointed a gun at Joslyn with the intent to kill. That is one of the worst offenses you can commit, and it’s especially bad because we just found out that she is an MC princess on top of being an ole lady.
This shit doesn’t fucking fly.
Wilder
“Any last words?” Lane says, standing beside me. My gun is pointing at Charlie’s head. He is now on his knees before me. He does not get the honor of dying on his feet.
Nobody gets to do that to my Joslyn and get away with it. Charlie has been pummeled by the fists of every single member of the club, and now it’s time for me to end it, setting Joslyn free from everyone who has bothered her. She needs this peace.
“Fuck you and fuck that bitch that caused this,” he grunts through his toothless mouth.
“Enjoy hell, motherfucker.” I pull the trigger.
* * *
I wake up alone in bed. “Wilder?”
He walks into the room and I sigh, covering myself back up with the blanket. I thought he left. “Yeah, Baby?” He crawls into bed, pulling me to him.
“Will you make love to me?” Today has been a horrible day. I just want to escape reality for a little.
He doesn’t answer me. He just lifts my shirt over my head and peels off his underwear. I hungrily look at him: his abs, the tattoos lingering across his skin. He is just perfect.
He throws the blanket off of me, leaving me completely naked. He climbs on the bed, his hand curling around my foot, and pulls me down, his mouth clamping down on me.
My back arches, and I throw my legs on his shoulders. “God!” I cry out. His movements are more aggressive than last time, sucking and nipping all the right places.
“Come,” he growls, his fingers curling and twisting inside me.
My body stiffens before shattering into a million pieces. He crawls up my body, his lips and tongue dragging on my skin.
I raise my head and kiss him softly. My hands run down his back, my nails slightly digging, and my legs hug his hips.
He falls down to his elbows, his hips dip forward, and he slowly slides in. There is no pain at all this time, just intense pleasure. I throw my head back, and Wilder kisses my neck.
“You good, Baby?” he asks.
“More than fine.” I gasp.
“Hold on, Baby.” He slides out then back in, hard. He searches my face to make sure I’m good, and that is when he lets loose, his hips smacking into mine, hammering into me.
It is absolutely amazing. I have never felt anything like this before.
He does it over and over, his hips tilting to drive me crazy. My skin tingles, my toes curl, and my body stiffens. I clamp down on him, and his hand sneaks between our bodies, rolling my clit. I fall over the edge once more.
He comes a second later, and our gazes snap to each other. Mine is probably filled with horror. We didn’t use a condom.
He lays his forehead on my shoulder, and we are both silent. “We might be okay.” I start counting to see when my last period was. Fuck. “Not good, Wilder,” I whisper, and I kiss the side of his head while I am internally freaking out.
He finally lifts his head, looking at me. I bring my hands up, touching his face, and he smiles. It’s like a weight is lifted off of me.
“Baby, don’t worry. I was planning on you having my babies, and if it happens to be sooner rather than later, then I am totally fine with it.”
My stomach flips once again. I can’t believe he just said that.
“Baking is something I love, but being a mom is my dream. I love taking care of people,” I confess and he kisses my cheek.
“Then I don’t see the use for condoms anymore, do you?” He winks and I laugh because, in the end, even if we don’t work out I will always have my baby, but I have a strong feeling that he and I are going to be forever.
The thought of him not being in my life hurts; he has become such a huge part of it.
“Let’s go shower.” He lifts me off the bed and carries me to the shower.
This is crazy and definitely not normal, but normal is overrated.
15
Joslyn
A Month Later
“Joslyn?” Travis groans over the phone, and I sit up straight, concerned. Wilder is sitting beside me, looking confused.
“What’s the matter, Travis?” My words rush out, and I am sitting at the edge of my seat. This past month I have gotten very close to Travis, Tristan, and my dad. We all spend a lot of time together and usually have dinner three times a week.
I love having my family around. I have also gotten to know Wilder’s mom, and we will be hanging out tomorrow, along with Amelia, Adeline, and Brittany.
“I have the flu,” he croaks out, his voice sounding weak.
I stand up. “Where are you?”
“Just left the ER.”
“Wilder and I will be by to pick you up, and you can stay here. I will take care of you. I am also ignoring the fact you went to the ER without telling me.”
“Alright.”
I hang up and look at Wilder. “Travis is sick, will you pick him up while I get everything ready here?”
Wilder eyes me, but I just smile sweetly, ignoring the fact he hates Travis being around me. Travis jokes flirtatiously with me, and Wilder cannot stand it, which makes Travis do it ten times more often.
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sp; “Baby, he is a grown-ass man. He can take care of himself,” he grumbles, looking way too cute.
“Don’t pout, Baby.” I smirk and kiss him. “We all know who I belong to.”
His expression darkens at my words, and he pulls me to him with a fistful of my ass. The other hand is stroking my hair, and he kisses me. This kiss is a claiming one.
This past month has made Wilder and me extremely close, and I have never been so happy in my life.
“Fine,” he says and walks out the door. I laugh.
* * *
Wilder and Travis show up an hour later, and Travis is looking absolutely awful. He is pale and sickly. Wilder hands me his medicine.
“I have the room set up upstairs.”
Wilder rolls his eyes at me, and I smack his ass, wanting him to behave.
Travis stumbles into the bedroom, and I have some of Wilder’s clothes on the bed. “Change and I will bring you some soup.”
Wilder shuts the door a little too hard, and I suck in my lip trying to stop my laughter. Am I such a bad person that I love this?
I walk downstairs and grab the soup I made for Travis from the stove. “Where is my soup?” Wilder asks.
Not able to contain it, I snort and hand him his bowl, which I already set out. He smiles and takes it, kissing my cheek. “Thank you, Baby.”
I walk back upstairs and knock on Travis’s door. “You dressed?”
Wilder
She pushes open the door, and Travis is lying there shirtless. The stupid fucker is testing my last nerve. He does shit just to piss me off when it comes to Joslyn.
I give him a death glare as Joslyn sets the food on the table, and when she walks away, he winks. The fucker didn’t act that sick, but the moment he walked into my house, he was on death’s door.
He pisses me off. If he weren’t my cousin, I would beat his ass worse than I already do.
Joslyn sits down on the edge of the bed and tries to hand him his soup, but he shivers dramatically. “I don’t think I could hold the bowl,” he says in a feeble voice.
He is asking for it.
“Sure.” She starts to fucking feed him, and Travis stares at me the whole time, a gleam in his eye.
Every second seems to drag on until he is done, and when she turns her head, he smirks. I point my gun at him. He wags his eyebrows, not fazed in the least.
She covers him up and gives him his meds and a glass of fucking water. “Let me know if you need anything, get some rest.”
I take the bowl from her and almost pack her out of the room. She just laughs. The little shit knows exactly what he’s doing and how much it pisses me off.
Joslyn
I walk into the kitchen, only to be pushed against the wall. My face is pressing against the wall, and I laugh when Wilder kisses my cheek.
“I fucking want you. Here. Now.”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, and he pushes my pants down. I turn around and finish the job for him, while he strips out of his own clothes.
He stops and stares at me, eyeing my body. Everywhere he looks, my body lights up with goose bumps breaking out across my skin.
Wilder presses my back to the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers slide inside and I hiss, tossing my head back.
“Fucking soaked.” He nips my neck and I shiver, twining my fingers in his hair.
He removes his finger, replacing it with his dick, and I hold my breath. I will never get over the feel of him like this, this connection.
“Mine,” he hisses, and my eyes roll back in my head, which falls forward and rests on his shoulder.
“Yours,” I agree, and his grip tightens before he fucks me hard against the wall. I love every second of it.
Wilder
I just stare at her, her eyes closed and her body resting against the wall. Her hair is slipping from her ponytail, and her skin is flushed—she is way too fucking beautiful to be real.
But she is, and she is mine
We haven’t used a condom ever since the night we forgot to use one, so she could be pregnant, right now, with my baby.
Joslyn has transformed in front of my eyes. She has laughed more every day, smiled more, and babied everyone around us, especially the dick Travis.
“Carry me,” she says, falling forward, her head on my shoulder.
I laugh, thoroughly pleased that I exhausted her. I walk past the couch and grab the blanket, wrapping it around her naked back in case Travis walks out.
Joslyn snakes her hand off my back to the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. She is sweet and kind, she is like an angel.
I love her, I fucking love her, and she will be the only woman I ever love.
Joslyn
“This would be so pretty on you!” Wilder’s mom hands me a shirt. I agree the top is very much my style.
“Thank you, I will get it.”
She beams at me.
Darla is absolutely adorable. I liked her from the moment I met her. I met her before I left a couple of months ago. She came into the bakery often to restock her cookie jar.
Darla is the mom everyone wants to be—she is sweet as pie—but she has a temper on her. Someone ran into her, and I thought she was going to punch them in the face.
Two prospects have been following us around. They are stationed outside the clothes store, which will probably get them in trouble because they are supposed to keep us in sight, according to Wilder.
My stomach growls for the tenth time since we walked into this store an hour ago. I am not much for shopping, but these girls are hardcore shoppers. Amelia has a whole cartful for herself and her daughter Tiffany. Brittany is shopping for herself, and I know she’s picked out some clothes for me.
I probably should just give her my debit card and let her have at it; I’d rather be looking at cookware.
Darla arches an eyebrow at my stomach, laughing. “You guys ready to eat?” she calls to everyone, and they all yell back, “Yes!”
We all pay for our stuff and go to the food court. My mouth waters at the thought of a bacon cheeseburger with extra, extra pickles.
I hurry to the table and sit beside Darla. I take a huge bite of my burger, ready to cry at how good it is.
“Are you pregnant?”
I stop midbite, staring at her. She has a hopeful look on her face. I set the burger down and contemplate what to say. “I’m not sure,” I whisper.
Her eyes widen, and she smiles. “Finish eating, I will go grab some tests.” She all but runs off, tugging along a prospect.
My stomach clenches. What if I am pregnant? Breathe, Joslyn, don’t freak out. Not yet. This is something we were expecting; we wanted this. If it’s true, then it will be perfect.
“Where is she going?” Amelia asks and I shrug. I don’t want a lot of people to know in case I’m not, leaving me to deal with having to tell everybody.
The moment she gets back, I walk into the bathroom, and Darla and Brittany follow me.
“Here.” Darla hands me the test, which has a digital screen, and my hands are shaking as I take it.
“Pregnancy test?” Brittany asks, staring at the test and then back at me. “You think you’re pregnant?”
“I’m not sure.” I press the box to my chest and go into the booth. I look at the instructions, and it’s really straightforward: just pee on the stick. I got this handled.
I do what needs to be done and open the door, setting the test on the counter. We all look at the wall.
The alarm goes off on Brittany’s phone, letting us know it’s time to look. I grab the test and my whole world stops at what it says.
Pregnant.
Tears fall down my face and I touch my stomach, and Darla reads it. She and Brittany scream and run to me. I am surrounded by hugs, tears falling along with mine.
The door opens and the rest of the women come in. “She is having my grandbaby!” Darla screams, and the other girls scream, joining in the hug.
“A new MC
baby!” Amelia yells and we all laugh.
I sob, hugging every one of the girls. This is what family is all about. “Wilder is going to freak!” Brittany says and I nod. I cannot wait to tell him.
“Let’s get her home, so she can tell my boy.” Darla hugs me once more.
I think I just got lucky with an amazing mother-in-law. We all file out of the bathroom, wiping our tears, to come face-to-face with guns.
I gasp at the sight of our prospects lying on the ground and three men standing in front of us. Darla pushes me and Brittany behind her. Adeline pushes Amelia behind her.
“What do you want?” Darla asks, her voice calm and collected.
All three men appear to be of Mexican descent. The one on the right smiles, and his teeth are grimy looking. “We came with a message.”
The one in the middle bends over, looking at Amelia. He winks and Adeline pushes her against the door.
“What’s the message?” Adeline asks.
“Tell the guys in charge we are here, ready to take over your town.” He steps closer to Adeline. “Fight if you want, but tell them the women and children are the first to go.”
They laugh, walking away from us. We all hurry back into the bathroom, locking the door. Amelia is already on the phone with Lane, explaining what’s happening.
I don’t know what is happening right now. I just can’t believe all of us—women and children, mind you—were threatened.
That affects the Devil Souls MC too, because Shaylin is married to a Devil Souls member and they have a daughter, Tiana.
“They outright threatened the kids,” I hiss.
Amelia is staring at the wall. “Don’t I fucking know it. My daughter is the president’s daughter, that’s a double fucking target.”
“War is happening,” Darla whispers, looking at me and Brittany.
Brittany rolls her shoulders, fixes her blouse, and smiles. “War is what they will get.”
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