by Zoey Parker
This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.
TAKING HIS SEED: The Jagged Rebels MC copyright 2017 by Zoey Parker. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.
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Contents
TAKING HIS SEED: The Jagged Rebels MC
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
CONVICT’S BABY: Black Dogs MC
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Epilogue
WED TO THE BIKER: Skeleton Kings MC
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Fourty-One
Chapter Fourty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Chapter Seventy
Chapter Seventy-One
Chapter Seventy-Two
Chapter Seventy-Three
Chapter Seventy-Four
Chapter Seventy-Five
Chapter Seventy-Six
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Chapter Eighty
Chapter Eighty-One
Chapter Eighty-Two
Chapter Eighty-Three
Chapter Eighty-Four
Chapter Eighty-Five
Chapter Eighty-Six
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Chapter Eighty-Nine
Chapter Ninety
Chapter Ninety-One
Chapter Ninety-Two
Chapter Ninety-Three
Chapter Ninety-Four
Chapter Ninety-Five
Chapter Ninety-Six
Chapter Ninety-Seven
Chapter Ninety-Eight
Chapter Ninety-Nine
Chapter One Hundred
Chapter One Hundred One
Chapter One Hundred Two
Epilogue
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HIS PROPERTY: Iron Bandits MC (A Bad Boy Baby Romance)
UNCHAINED: Metal Monsters MC
UNTAMED: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
UNDRESSED: Soul Catchers MC
UNPROTECTED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Hanley Family Mafia)
Addicted: A Secret Baby Romance (Rebel Saints MC)
OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance (Mancini Family Mafia)
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TAKING HIS SEED: The Jagged Rebels MC
By Zoey Parker
I’M GONNA HOLD HER DOWN AND KNOCK HER UP…
AND SHE’S GONNA LOVE IT.
She brought be back from the dead.
I’m gonna repay her in the best way I know how.
By filling her up with my baby.
A thought crossed my mind when I laid there dying.
No one will remember me.
I’m a bad man, and when I go, my enemies will probably throw a f***ing party.
But now that I’ve bought myself some more time,
I’m gonna be sure to leave a legacy behind.
I just need her help to do it.
‘Cause I don’t plan
on building a godd*mn statue or some B.S. like that.
My legacy is gonna do what I did:
Ride fast.
Drink heavy.
F**k or fight everything that moves.
You see, I’m on the hunt for a woman now.
So I can use her to bear my son.
And who better than the angel that saved me from bleeding out?
She’s sexy.
Single.
And it won’t be long until she’s moaning my name.
Obeying my commands.
And begging for my seed.
Chapter 1
Becca Mullins moved across the gift shop, picking up items that were out of place and putting them back in their proper spots. She paused to straighten a stack of birthday cards that had gone askew. The overhead lights caught the crystal beads of a display of bracelets and glittered as she approached. She moved the bracelets, spreading them out evenly along the bar they hung from.
The clock clicked over to nine p.m. and it was officially closing time. She flipped over the sign on the door, locked it, then went behind the counter to take care of the cash register. After taking the drawer to the office, she counted and jotted numbers into the books, making sure everything came out perfectly. She took the time to sort the money just how she knew her manager, Penny, liked it, turning all the bills to face the same way, unfolding the dog-eared corners so the stacks sat as neat and flat as possible inside the safe.
Next, Becca made a note of several items she noticed were running low and should be ordered soon. This wasn’t part of her job exactly, but she found ways whenever she could to go above and beyond, hoping to earn the position of Assistant Manager, which had been vacant for some time now. She thought Penny really liked her from the way she always took time to explain things and teach her. She always complimented Becca’s displays and often noted how good her work was.
She locked the office door with a hopeful glow in her heart. She could really use the pay raise that came with the Assistant Manager position. It hadn’t been easy moving here. She knew no one and had her daughter to think of. Who would watch Emma while she worked all day? But Red Hills had been the picture of southern hospitality when she’d arrived, bruises still visible around her eye and on her cheek from her ex, Nick.
It had been Penny who first helped her. Becca had rushed into the gift shop to buy an umbrella in a sudden downpour. Emma had found her way to the toys and was begging for a new doll when Penny came to ask them if they needed help. Becca knew she couldn’t afford the doll and had to take it from her four-year-old with tears in her eyes. Penny had seen this and given her the doll. They’d chatted a bit and before she knew it, Becca’s life story was poured out on this poor woman.
Penny lived alone and insisted they stay with her until they found their own place. For three weeks, Penny and Becca got to know each other. Becca started working at the gift shop, and a neighbor watched Emma during the day. Life had finally started to come together. Now Becca and Emma had a tiny apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs, and they had worked hard to make it home.
As she walked back through the store, Becca’s eyes fell on the display of dolls Emma had so loved, and she smiled, thinking of how Emma hadn’t let the pink-dressed, yellow-haired doll go for days. She was likely sleeping with it right now, clutched tight to her chest on Lucille’s couch, waiting for her mommy to come and take her home.
Becca flicked out the lights and set the alarm before locking the door behind her. In her car, she blasted music and sang along, enjoying the cool evening air tossing her hair around. She turned left and onto a stretch of highway that was heavily wooded. She was on guard for animals on this street, glancing often at the sides of the roads for glowing eyes that might run in front of her.
She glanced to the right and saw a mound on the ground. At first it looked like a dead animal. She couldn’t make out any part of it, but as she got closer and the object was washed for an instant in bright headlights, she saw a boot.
It had happened so fast that she had already passed the spot before she realized it was a person lying there. She pulled into the gravel, stomping hard on her brakes.
With her phone tight in her hand, she approached the person. It looked like a man from what she could see of his blond hair and jeans. But there was no movement, and she didn’t want to run up to a dead body in case it was a gruesome sight. Her stomach already felt queasy with the thought.
“Hello?” she called out tentatively when she was about twenty feet away.
No response. She tapped the flashlight feature on her phone and shined the light on him. It definitely was a him. Blood trickled from multiple places on his face. He’d been beaten badly. His eyes nearly swollen shut, his lip split and thick, purple splotches across his cheek bones. The sight gave her chills, thinking of how many times she’d had injuries like these after a night of Nick’s anger.
She inched closer, trying to see if his chest was moving.
He lay on his side, half curled into a ball. His black shirt was torn and shiny with blood. His jeans, also ripped in places, were dirty and bloody. A black leather jacket was hanging from him in shreds.
“Can you hear me?” she asked.
She knelt down beside him, afraid to touch him. His chest didn’t seem to be moving. With a shaking hand, she pressed her fingertips to his wrist. She found no heartbeat. But then a soft wheeze came from his mouth.
“Oh my God, are you still alive?”
He made a ragged coughing sound and moved his arm a few inches.
“Just hang on, I’ll call 9-1-1.”
He said something. She couldn’t make it out, but the sound was so insistent, that she paused.
“What did you say?” She leaned closer to his mouth.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t? Don’t what, call 9-1-1?”
“Don’t call,” he wheezed.
“But you look like you’re about to die. You need to get to a hospital.”
He took a shuttering breath and pushed himself up with effort to a seated position. Blood gushed from his nose and he spit out more blood.
Becca put her hand to her mouth and had to look away. She had napkins and tissues in her car and got up to dash over and bring them to him. She handed him the napkins, but they were soaked through within seconds.
“Please,” he said, half whispering. “Get me out of here.”
She looked back to her car, which was about thirty feet ahead. He didn’t look like he’d able to walk that distance, and she wasn’t strong enough to help him much.
“Hang on.” She returned to her car and backed it up slowly, craning her head around to see how close she was getting to him.
He pushed himself onto all fours, pausing to breathe through the pain. He crawled over to the back door. Becca opened it for him, pulled Emma’s car seat from its place, and dashed to the trunk to get the blanket she kept there for times when Emma got cold. She spread the blanket over the backseat and stood back awkwardly as he pulled himself up and into the car.
“Can I help you somehow?” She wasn’t sure where he was injured and didn’t want to just grab him somewhere it might hurt.
He didn’t answer. Shaking, he pulled himself up onto the seat and slumped over.
She closed the door behind him and got into the driver’s seat. “You need a hospital badly.”
He was still bleeding, pressing a dripping napkin to his nose. She handed him the rest of the napkins. The cluster of bright white turned red almost instantly when he held them to his face.
“No.”
He coughed, splattering blood all over her car’s seat. Becca swallowed hard and tried not to let her stomach turn over.
“They’ll kill me,” he said.
At first, she thought this was ridiculous. If you were hurt that badly, you needed a hospital. That simple. Whoever had done this surely wouldn’t kill him while he was there. But then she thought of the last time Nick had landed her in the ho
spital. Her friend had taken her to the hospital against her wishes. Nick had come into her room and almost suffocated her to death before a nurse happened to come in. Then Nick had quickly moved the pillow behind her head, making it look like he was the perfect husband, trying to make his clumsy wife more comfortable.
If whoever had beaten him had left him for dead, he was right. If they knew he was alive, if they drove by and found him gone, they would check the hospitals first. It wouldn’t take much in his condition to kill him. She wouldn’t do that to him. She remembered how terrified she had been to wake up in the hospital when she thought she was safe at her friend’s house, and how the terror had multiplied when Nick entered the room, his face full of rage. She would not do that to this man.
With a deep breath, she pulled back onto the road and drove to her apartment building.
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Becca and Emma’s apartment was what people called “shoe-box sized.” She was grateful to have two bedrooms, but there was hardly enough space for the bed and a dresser in each. The kitchen held only a small wooden table and four chairs across from the short counter. The counter space was filled with gadgets—a two-cup coffee maker, toaster, dishrack, microwave, and a small candle. There wasn’t much counter space left for anything else. But it had a window over the sink and the fridge was a decent size. And it was included when she moved in.
The living room was the biggest room, though it was only big enough to hold her couch, a coffee table, and the stand that held the little TV. She’d managed to shove a tall plant in the corner to give the place some life, and a few photos hung on the wall. But the one free corner was full of Emma’s toys, as was her bedroom. The bathroom had a full-size tub, luckily, with a shower head at the top, and just enough counter space for her to spread out her makeup while she got ready in the morning. Despite its size, she loved it because it was theirs and theirs alone.