Crow's Stana (Ruthless Renegades Book 1)

by Kat Cameron

  “Yeah. Will their mom be here soon?” She asked. This always made me feel like a piece of shit telling people but at the same time, it made me proud to realize how far I have actually come with them.

  “Their mom isn’t in the picture. I actually didn’t know about them until she showed up banging at my door in the middle of the night. They were two weeks old and she couldn’t handle mom life anymore. So here we are.” She bobbed her head but was otherwise speechless for a minute.

  “I have never held a baby before. I am the baby of my family. I don’t feel comfortable handling them. What if I hurt them? What if I drop them and then you will hate me or…” she stammered.

  “Cara, calm down. I will walk you through it. Just undo the straps and pick her up. You won’t drop her. I promise.” I told her. She took a shuddering breath and then she leaned down to do what I said.

  “Okay, pretty baby. Let's see if we can get you out of this contraption huh?” she whispered to my daughter. Cara handled Delia with such delicacy as if she was fine china she didn’t want to break.

  “There we go. Come on, sweet girl lets get you to your daddy.” Seeing her hold my baby was something else altogether. Cara said she didn’t have any practice and she was nervous but as soon as Delia was in her arms, it almost looked as if she was meant to be there. Fuck a duck, this was bad. Why the hell was I having thoughts like this? Must be some kind of hero worship savior type bullshit.

  “Alright alright give me her already!” I huffed out. My thoughts were making me all kinds of weirded out. I just wanted my kids, damn it! There was nothing in this world that calmed me like they did. I never knew how much I needed my kids in my life until they showed up on my doorstep. When Cara gave me Delia, she turned around to get Dylan next.

  “Come on little guy. Oh! Look at you aren’t you just the most handsome little boy I have ever seen. You look just like your daddy.” She whispered to him. I didn’t think she meant for me to hear it but hear it, I did. Now I couldn’t unhear it. Fuck.

  Chapter Three

  Stana

  A few hours later, Crow got out of the hospital and we made our way to the clubhouse. The first thing I noticed was there were a lot of people here. Not that there shouldn’t have been, I guess. When we came in the front door, there was a pool table to the right, and to the left, there was a bar. Beyond the bar, there was a living room looking area complete with three couches and a huge ass tv. The floors were a clean gray laminate, while the bar had matching marble countertops. The walls were gray and white. It almost looked like a woman designed it. There was a door that I guessed led to the kitchen and maybe the dining area on the right behind the pool table. After that, there was a long hallway of doors. I would find out later that this was where all the bedrooms are.

  When we got here, Crow led me to his bedroom and put the babies down for a nap. After showing me his en suite bathroom, he told me I could take a real shower if I wanted while he went out to talk to his brothers. Of course, I frigging wanted. Those hospital showers were horrid.

  Shrugging off these clothes that weren’t mine, I limped into the shower and groaned under the steaming hot water. Boiling hot showers is one of my favorite things: that and a good book. I think reading was my escape when I was with dad. Being surrounded by people that just cared about money was ridiculous. Pretentious people only worry about their next house party for their friends who only worry about their social status. It really aggravated me that people like my dad had so much money but they threw it away on nonsense. There were so many fucking charities he could be donating too. Him and his batshit crazy wife. Damn him for not giving two shits about my mother.

  “You almost done in there, babe?” Crow called out. I guess I was lost in my head longer than I thought.

  After washing up real quick and using the women’s hair products, that I didn’t want to think too much about why they were here in the first place, I got out. Wrapping a towel around myself, I realized I left my clothes and my ankle wrap on the bed. Going through the bathroom door, I got to the bed just as someone was coming into the bedroom. I heard someone groan and froze.

  “Why don’t you have any clothes on?” he asked stupidly. Like he didn’t see the towel I had wrapped around my body or my wet hair. His husky voice was like a shot of lightning straight to my core. In the light of day, even with all the bruising, he looked like someone I wanted to jump on right then and there. With onyx black hair that was cut close to his head, beautiful emerald green eyes, and a body with muscles for days he is just perfection. He also had a five o’clock shadow going on too.

  “Uh, I showered?” I replied as a question just in case he somehow missed what I was doing.

  “Okay ya little smartass but can you please get dressed? You’re killin’ me, honey.” I turned around to see what he meant and found him staring at my legs.

  Considering this towel wasn’t that big that was a whole lot of leg he got an eyeful of. Crow was too busy staring at my legs to notice me checking him out as well. He was wearing a black t-shirt with his cut over it. There was a beautiful tattoo of a wolf in the forest at night on his arm that swirled from underneath his t-shirt, down his arm, and ended with a rose covering his hand. Bringing my eyes back up to his face they somehow didn’t notice his bigger than average bulge

  Holy shit balls, that’s fucking huge...!

  I heard him chuckle and looked up to see his smirk firmly in place. Damn my big mouth, I think I spoke my thoughts again. I tended to do that when I was nervous, and now I was blushing. He seemed to move in slow motion as his smirk slipped from his face and his eyes turned molten right in front of me. When he got right in front of me, he took his finger and traced it down my cheek. Meanwhile, he never lost eye contact with me. His finger trailed down my chin to the top part of my towel where it was resting just against my tits and he traced along the seam of the towel. He leaned down, putting his nose right into my neck and sniffed.

  “I wonder, Cara, if when you cum, you blush all over your body like this?” he groaned out. I could feel his hard length against my belly. My towel was close to falling off as well. God, what it would be like to just give in and let him have his wicked way with me. When he nipped at the sensitive skin right under my ear on my neck, I slid away from his touch.

  “I am just going to get changed real quick.” I huffed out, making for an awkward exit. Fuck. I was in so much trouble here. I needed to run actually. Telling Crow I would stay was a mistake. I felt bad enough for lying about my name. I couldn’t stay here and cause his family to be put in harm's way just in case my father found out where I was. His kids and his club meant too much to him for me to be selfish.

  Getting changed into my clothes, which consisted of a black thong, black bra, black leggings, and a baggy black long-sleeve shirt with a skull and roses on the front, I realized that Kelly knew how to shop. This fits the style I would wear normally. Normal ha. What a joke. What the fuck was normal these days anyway? I wouldn’t know because I haven’t lived it since the morning after the “accident”. No, I was not going to think about that shit right now.

  Back to my original plan of needing to get out of here and not put those sweet babies at risk. Practically running out of the bathroom, I got to the bedroom door and found a pair of black and white Converse in my size as well. Man, they must go through girls a shit ton if they were always buying the right sizes and everything. Nope not going there. Crow was not mine and I didn’t need to think about his previous conquests. None of my business whatsoever.

  My hair was still wet but going through the bag again, I found a brush, a few hair ties, and a hoodie. Perfect. Now I just had to figure out where and how I could run out of here. Making sure the babies were okay, I took a breath and walked out of the bedroom door. Turning right, since there wasn’t anywhere to go the other way, I made my way towards the kitchen. Once I got there, I found Kelly at the stove.

  “Hey. Just wanted to say thanks for the clothes. I love them.” I t
old her honestly. I really was appreciative of everything they had done for me. She gave me a funny look and a silent nod then turned back to the stove. Huh. Fucking weird.

  “Is there a pen and paper anywhere?” I asked Kelly. She pointed to the drawer next to the refrigerator. I found it very weird that she wasn’t talking. Kind of like she was just feeling me out. Well, that was fine, I guess, since I wasn’t planning on staying anyways. As soon as I got out of here, I would make sure to disappear before I was found out. Thinking about this brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t really get why they came but they did.

  “Would you happen to know where Crow is?” I asked this last question hoping for an answer this time. And… she pointed to the door that led back to the rooms down the hallway. He might have been in church. I had no idea but he wasn’t in his room. That left me the option of writing the thank you note in his room and then finding my way out of here.

  Going back to the room, I noticed the twins were still sleeping. As I sat down, I got this warm feeling of home that I hadn’t felt in almost my whole life. While writing this letter I wasn’t thinking of anything but the negatives of me being here. So I wrote the thank you note hoping it would be enough for Crow and everyone here. It wasn’t like we had something. Sure he flirted with me earlier but I was sure he could get pussy anytime he wanted. This was an MC club, not a damn nunnery.

  Done with my note, I left it on the bed that was perfectly made so he couldn’t miss it. Giving each of the babies a soft little kiss on their foreheads before walking out, I realized I could get used to life as a mother. Unfortunately, fate had a cruel way of making me think I could get something and then the idea dissolved in front of me like dust in the wind.

  I thought that an MC would have had more probates keeping watch at their front door and their gates. It seemed this wasn’t the case considering I just walked out without having to answer to anyone. It felt like this was just too easy.

  A little while later I found myself at the shelter for women and children. This would be my home for a few nights and then it would be off to the next one or wherever I found a safe place. I had done it for almost a whole year on my own and I was sure I would be able to do it again. At least I felt better about not getting anyone in trouble. If my dad found out where I was he would drag me back to the place he called home even though it really wasn’t. It hadn’t been since mom “disappeared”. We never found out what happened. Dad said she packed up and left one day when my sister and I were at school. For some reason, I just didn’t believe him.

  We were mom’s whole world and there was no way she would have left on her own. I knew she hated my father but she wouldn’t have left us with him. My father was a powerful man, being the king of the Dobrev family. Our family was one of the richest and most-watched families in town. This was why I was terrified about him finding out I was with the MC. He would bring hell down on their heads and there were innocent children in the mix. That would never happen on my watch. Not if I could help it.

  After a few days at the shelter, I was forced to move on since they didn’t have any more beds and I knew I could survive well enough on my own. When I left the shelter, I walked around town for a little bit. The shelter had showers there so I got one before I left. Who knew when the next time I would be able to get one would be. My plan was to find a job bartending or something, somewhere that they didn't check your background or anything like that. Maybe then I could save up some money for a bus ticket to start over somewhere.

  As the day blended into night, I noticed that I would need to find some place relatively safe for the night. That was the plan anyway until I heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle rolling up behind me. Shit.

  Chapter Four

  Crow

  When I left Cara in the bedroom to go to Church I didn’t realize she was going to sneak out. After Church, I went back to my room to check on the babies. Not seeing Cara, I thought that she might have gone to get something to eat. When I got closer to the bed, I saw a piece of paper folded up with my name on the front. I should’ve known better than to leave her there. She was a homeless woman, still a teenager, trying to get away from whatever it was that she was running from. Of course, her first instinct when she got some alone time would be to run.

  It was strange to see something so personally made out to me. Sitting down on my bed and unfolding the note, I was kind of dumbfounded by what I read:

  Dear Crow,

  Well I know that is your road name and all but I wish I had the time to get to know your real name. Unfortunately, I can’t stay and put those adorable babies and the rest of your MC family at risk. Since I won’t ever see you again I might as well tell you that my name isn’t really Cara either. It is Stana Dobrev. Yes, I know, I am sure that you've heard of my family before or better yet my father. He is a piece of shit. The worst kind, murdering people for tiny little debts that are owed to him if they don’t pay him when he wants. Women are used and abused in his house. I could hear them sometimes. There were some events that occurred in my life and I ended up on the streets about a year ago. Been there ever since. If my father finds out where I am I'm as good as dead. That is what happens when you are a traitor in some people's eyes even if you are innocent. In my life, women are meant to be nothing more than a trophy on your husband's arm. I was not ever going to be that. The “accident” or at least that is what I refer it to is what got me where I am today. My father didn’t believe me and well that was that. Anyway, there isn’t much I can do for you except hope that you have a good life. Make sure to keep those babies close and cherish them, for one day they will be grown and they will need you and your guidance and your family. Thanks for giving me a hot shower and some things to keep me warm in the winter nights.

  What the fuck? I felt like my brain just got wrung out and hung out to dry. Making sure the twins were still sleeping, I made my way out to Snake’s office where I usually could find Knuckles, our computer whiz. He could find anything and anyone on the web and the dark web. There had never been anything that he had failed at. When I knocked on the door, Snake answered with a come in.

  “You look like shit Crow.” Snake said and this caught Knuckles attention. The room was big enough to be a fucking small apartment. With the attached bathroom and the closet that was big enough to be a bedroom, there was more than enough room for all of the computer shit Knuckles needed.

  “Thanks, dick. Just found out some information you would be happy to hear about. Cara is gone or should I say not Cara. Whatever. Here just read that.” I threw the note down on the desk and flopped myself down on the chair across from his desk waiting for him to read.

  “Knuckles you should read this as well,” I told him since he was minding his own business. He came over and read over Snakes shoulder. I could tell right away when they realized who she was because both their eyebrows disappear into their hairlines. When they were done, Snake dropped the note onto his desk and looked over at Knuckles. He gave Knuckles a nod and then Knuckles went over to his computer and started doing his research.

  “Well? What do you think?” I asked hoping that he gave me the okay to go find her. I didn’t really know why but something in me told me she was someone I should keep close. The way she was willing to put herself back on the streets just to keep my kids safe. Most women wouldn’t have cared as long as they had a warm bed and food. She was willing to sleep outside in the cold and willing to not be able to find food every day just so she wouldn’t put other people in danger. Besides, the fact she was beautiful as fuck was good too. When I walked in on her with just a towel on I nearly came in my pants like a fucking prepubescent boy. The sexiest part of a woman was her confidence and her brain.

  “You home in there Crow?” Knuckles asked me.

  “Yeah, just have a lot that I am thinking about. So what do you think?” I asked again since apparently they answered and I just wasn’t paying attention.

  “Unfortunately it seems that she is in a slew of tro
uble. Her father is one of the most influential men in town and no one wants to fuck with him. Fortunately, we aren’t just anyone. If you feel you need to go after her then you go ahead. Bring someone with you, of course, but make sure you are sure. I want you to be clear about your choice. You have only known her for a day, if that. I don’t want you going half-cocked to find some woman that doesn't mean jack shit to ya. I will have Knuckles look around for her and see what he comes up with. Otherwise, go take care of those babies she seems to care so much about.”

  When I got to my room, I noticed the twins were up and babbling to each other. In the room, their cribs were set up next to each other. I liked them to feel close to each other. There were a few times, I noticed them holding hands while they napped.

  “Alright beautiful girl lets get your diaper changed and then we can get you and your brother some dinner.” As I changed her diaper, I realized just how big my kids had grown since their mother dropped them off. They were about two weeks old at that time. Now they were six and a half months old. They weren’t identical twins. Dylan looked just like me with black hair and green eyes. Delia looked just like her mother with curly blonde hair and blue eyes.

  When I finally got them all settled into their highchairs, I got some food prepared into little bowls for both of them. They were getting some apples and chicken with some peas tonight. God help these little children and their food options. I didn’t understand how these kids liked this shit but hey it was good for them and they seemed to like it. It didn’t take them long to finish their dinner so I wiped them off and took them to sit in their cribs while I got their bath ready. I found them some zipper pajamas, since nobody's got time for that button shit, and their diapers so I didn’t have to go scrambling for everything when I was done with their bath. The kids loved the bath and thank god for it. I had heard some horror stories about kids not liking their baths.