Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  “Since when are you WebMD.” Rafe snorts. I laugh and shake my head at them both.

  “I guess you’re right.” I shouldn’t move too fast with her, we’ve already covered so much ground in a short amount of time, maybe it would be good to slow down and enjoy our independence for as much time left as we can.

  “Yeah, I know. But hey, pregnant sex is the best, so I’ve heard.” Kit laughs, “At least, from a movie.”

  We all laugh at him because that is a very typical thing for him to say. We spend some more time catching up and slinging beers back, it’s good to have time with the guys and just relax without worrying about club business. But Rafe can’t take a day off, he reminds us all about making sure no one starts trouble with the other clubs to hold this time of peace. And that upping the drug transport will bring in more cash, I’ll be putting my math skills to use more often. The last thing I did was taxes and I’m bored. I’d like to think maybe one day, when I’m fifty or so, I become an analyst like I thought I would and not that Chantal is pregnant… I don’t know, it’s like that life style is going to come faster than I thought. And that this one might have to go soon.

  It’s when I am leaving the club that Darius comes up to me by the garage where my bike is parked. The night air is chilly, stars in the sky reminding me of Chantal back at home waiting for me.

  “You’re thinking of leaving the club, aren’t you?” I lean on my bike and face him. He crosses his arms, his cut is sleeveless and leaves his colorful tattoos open, he does it for the ladies. I know him well; he knows me better than the other guys here too. Sometimes it just happens that way, you find a guy who understands what it’s like, and even though we lived completely different lives, we know how to get each other.

  “No, not leave the club.” I sigh. “But I don’t know, maybe it’s not the best for family life. You know what Tank went through, tore his family apart.”

  “Yeah cause his wife gave him ultimatums. I don’t think Chantal would do that. She would have already, knowing that she is pregnant.” He tells me, his expression falls and then he half smiles. “You’d be leaving me here to suffer these dimwits alone.”

  I chuckle, “I don’t plan on leaving town or anything, I’ll still be here.”

  “Who the hell will help us hide our money from the feds? Run the shop?” He chuckles.

  I laugh at him and shake my head; it is a pretty daunting task. Making sure only a certain amount appears in one place, doesn’t move too quickly between the other. Plus, the actual business licenses that the shop and bar require.

  “I can teach you.” I joke. “Don’t worry yourself D, I’m not going anywhere except home right now. Hey, you should come by for dinner, Chantal is learning how to cook.” I laugh and clap his shoulder, to which he shoves me off.

  “No way am I eating frozen food.” He jokes.

  We say our goodbyes and then I head off for the house, eager to see Chantal. She might be asleep at this hour, but I know how to wake her up. My house has a long driveway and it takes a bit to pull up, but once I do, I am hard pressed for what I see. The familiar blue sedan with a horrid bunny sticker on the back, right next to the alumnus tag.

  What the fuck is my ex doing here?

  I quickly park the bike and then jog up to the front door right when it slams open. My ex walks out first, looking the same as ever with her curly brown hair and dramatic features, tight jeans and shirt on. But I side step her and look straight to Chantal behind her, in a cute pink night set and matching scrunchie that makes my heart melt for her.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I step up the porch and stop Chelsea from leaving. She frowns up at me, her eyes wide.

  “I wanted to talk to you. I didn’t know you were into babysitting now.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” I wince at her acidic voice I once thought was firm and sexy, now all I want is Chantal’s sweet voice, soft and airy like the sun.

  “Are you okay?” I step to Chantal and hold her shoulders, looking down at her. She nods once, barefoot and half shivering as she wraps her arms around her self.

  “We need to talk, Logan.”

  “I have nothing to say to you.” I turn back to Chelsea and frown.

  “Get out of here. Me and you, are done. We have been for a very long time. Lose my fucking address and don’t come near me anymore.” I shout. And I hate having to talk to her like that, I hate talking to any woman that way but that is not what she is to me anymore. Just some bitch who almost ruined me for the right girl.

  She even starts to cry, which sucks for me, because then I feel bad.

  “Logan…” Chantal whispers behind me. I turn to her shivering body as she looks up at me in wonder. I soften my eyes and face at her. I take my jacket off and throw it over her shoulders.

  “It’s fine, princess, I’m sorry.” I close my eyes and hate what I’m about to do, this is not how this is supposed to go.

  “Wait inside okay. Don’t worry.” I kiss her forehead and pull back to see the confusion on her face. I just hope that she trusts me.

  “Yeah, give us some time alone to talk—“ Chelsea starts to speak again and then I lose it.

  “Damnit. Leave me and my fiancée alone. I’m trying to be a decent guy here but you’re really testing me. I swear to God; I’ll call the cops if you don’t get off my property.” I growl.

  “Logan, just talk to her.” Chantal whispers to me, her hand cups my face and brings me back around to look at her.

  “I trust you, okay? I’ll be inside.” She sighs and turns around, closing the door softly behind her.

  I stuff my hands in my pockets and turn on my heel to Chelsea, who waits with her arms crossed and that bored, expectant look on her face.

  “Why did you come?” I told her the last time I saw her that I didn’t want to see her, and that was only a few months after finding out about her cheating. It has been almost two years now, so I don’t understand.

  “I miss you, Logan. I shouldn’t have cheated on you.”

  “You seem to think I care about any of that anymore. It’s in the past. Forgotten. As in, I don’t think about you anymore. I don’t care about you or what you think, I’ve moved on. You should do the same.” I exhale and step back and she stops me again.

  “Logan, I tried to.”

  “He probably just dumped you and now you regret it. I’m sorry Chelsea, I really am. I loved you back then but that’s… not the same way I love Chantal. Please don’t come around anymore. I wish you the best in life, I really do.” Just not with me I want to add, but I think I have done enough to try and say things that hurt her.

  It doesn’t make my life any easier, won’t make hers any easier. I’m not a bad guy, I don’t like trying to be one either. She stares up at me for a while without saying anything, the wind creaks the porch swing and becomes the only noise around us.

  “I’m sorry Logan. I really am. I don’t think I can move on until you forgive me. I’ll keep thinking about how much I hurt you. And… she seems nice. Very… innocent. But nice.”

  “Well, she is. And I forgave you a long time ago. You have my permission to move on.” I say. And I refrain from adding that she is pregnant because I know Chelsea never wanted kids, it would just be a way of trying to hurt her again.

  “I’m sorry.” She says again, like she realized all the trouble she nearly caused tonight. I can only imagine what Chantal is thinking but I know that she trusts me. I know that it won’t be as bad as it could be.

  “Yeah, I know.” I step back and closer to the door and she doesn’t stop me this time. “Get home safe.” I turn the door handle as it creaks, she nods and turns around at the same time, walking off to her car. She drives off and I walk inside safely.

  I don’t find Chantal until I get undressed and find her sitting on the edge of our bed, her eyes running circles around me when she looks at me. She still has my cut on, and I find it adorable on her, the way it’s so big.

  “Hey, princess,” I str
ide over to her, kneeling in front of her. I cup her face and wipe her tears with my thumbs. She leans into my touch but still regards me with apprehension.

  “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t know she would show up. She shouldn’t have.” I lean in and kiss her, but it is soft and short lived.

  “That’s okay. It’s not your fault.” She clears her throat and takes my jacket off, laying it on the bed. She sighs and I inhale her warm scent, I can tell she just took one of her baths with the berry vanilla scented stuff I bought her to keep here. I’m distracted by her nipples piercing her shirt in the cold air, how perfect her natural skin tone looks against the pink shorts and collared night shirt she has on. She is so damned perfect and gorgeous I find it hard to believe. I keep expecting to wake up from this dream, but I don’t.

  “She’s pretty.” Chantal murmurs.

  I laugh out of spite. “That’s part of the charm, I guess. At first. I don’t love her anymore; I hope you know that.” I say.

  She nods.

  “What happened when she came? I hope she didn’t say anything to you.” I frown at the thought. I got rid of her, but I would find her again just to bash her for that.

  “You called me your fiancée. Did I miss something in our conversation from earlier? Was going to the doctor a euphemism for marry me?” She giggles once.

  I drop my head and laugh and then climb on the bed next to her.

  “No, princess, I just was talking out of my ass. I mean I want to marry you, of course I do. But I’m old fashioned in that way, I want to talk to your dad first. Make things right. Get you a ring.”

  Her smile is genuine as it spreads across her face.

  “I… I’m glad you said that. I was quite busy while you were gone.” She grins.

  “Busy?” I chuckle once.

  “Um, very much so.” She kisses my cheek and pulls back to stare at me.

  “This is the part where I come home to you and we tell each other about or days.” I smile at her. So damned happy it hurts.

  “Okay. Me first.”

  14

  Chantal

  “I’ll be back, don’t miss me too much.” Logan chuckles, a grin that says he knows I will miss him anyway. I kiss him back and and dart my tongue against his lips immediately. I have gotten better at the whole taking charge thing sometimes, he just gives me this sexual prowess that I can’t explain. Now that I think of it, my pregnancy hormones might be to blame.

  “Fuck, now I don’t want to go.” He grasps my hips through my dress and draws me closer to him. I love the way he takes charge of me, possesses me without being possessive. I love him just as much too; it makes me more than happy.

  “No, you go have fun with your boyfriends. Freak out about all the news.” I laugh at him. I have no idea how men talk to each other about that kind of stuff, but I know I talked Jeannine’s ear off trying to figure it out.

  “Okay, princess,” he kisses me and then is out the door in seconds. I smile after him and lock the door.

  Since we already ate, I clean up a bit around the living room and then opt for one of my soothing baths. It helps now that I get fatigued later at night. Jeannine and I talk on the phone for a bit, I tell her about telling Logan and how she was right about him freaking out for only a second before he came to terms with it.

  His bathroom is really spa like, he even has a stand in shower and a tub for added affect. He got some things for me to keep here, toiletries and lounge clothes. I plug my phone in to charge after I undress and am surprised when it rings with an unknown number.

  “Hello?” I answer tentatively. I hope it isn’t a bill collector. But that would be impossible since Logan helps me with my credit card payments by advising me when to pay them. I realized I didn’t have any credit and that made it hard to find an apartment. But that’s how long whoever called me is silent on the other end.

  “I’m hanging up.” I say.

  “No wait, it’s me, sweetheart. It’s your dad.”

  My entire body goes cold as I drop onto the bed, in disbelief. My mouth hangs open and my little flip phone almost slips out of my hand. But I grab onto it as tight as I can and replay his voice. It has been months. And he hasn’t called me at all. Not texted. Only Uncle Ethan has reached out to me, made sure I didn’t disappear and die or something.

  “Why are you calling me?” My voice cracks. Tears already form at my eyes from frustration and I hate that I am reacting this way.

  “I miss you, sweetheart. I’m worried about you.”

  “You made yourself very clear when I left.” I remind him. I still think about this, all the time. With Uncle Ethan, it was different because he isn’t my dad and can’t judge me, but I told him about Logan and how I feel, and being pregnant. Even he knew dad wouldn’t like that very much. Now I just want to spite him.

  “I can be wrong, Chantal. I know that now. Having you gone, not knowing where you are. Ethan reached out to me and it took me too long to call you. I’m sorry for that.”

  “How did you even get my number?” I ask, barely believing him.

  “I sent someone to look after you a few weeks ago, make sure you were okay—“

  “You had me followed? What the hell is wrong with you, Dad, that is so invasive!” I fume with anger.

  “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to reach out to you. And you had security back in college too.”

  “When I knew about it. Not like this.” I trail off and think. “So, you know about Logan then, my boyfriend?” I ask cautiously. His breathing falls short and I can imagine his chubby face turning red and eyes twitching. I get my blue eyes from him, actually a lot of my personality comes from him and while I don’t like that very much, it’s the truth.

  “Yes. I know. He seems…”

  “I don’t care what you think of him, Dad. I love him.” I say proudly. I have never talked about this stuff with my dad before, but I don’t have time to learn how.

  “I was going to say he seems like a good guy. Unconventional. But good. And smart, I ran a background check.”

  “Dad, stop invading people’s privacy. My god.”

  “You know he is a criminal—“

  “He’s not.” I say firmly, even though I am not all that convinced. I have forgone thinking about that though. Dwelling on the possibility. He is a good man and that’s all that matters.

  “I don’t mean violent, I have got guys around here doing the same thing, don’t worry.”

  “You hurt me, Dad. I can’t ignore that; you can’t ignore it.” I whisper. He goes silent and I know that isn’t what he wants to hear. If he could keep the emotion out of his life, he would choose that second to money. But I am not like that, maybe I am more like Mom in that way.

  “I know, sweetheart. I regret that. Maybe I have aged more in the past few months, but it has made me wiser. Made me see. I shouldn’t have tried to force you into the company, this life. I am so proud of how you picked yourself up, even though I had nothing to do with that.” He half laughs, “I love you Chantal, I want you to be happy.”

  “I am happy now.” I sigh. “I love you too, Dad.” I swallow back tears, and I feel better inside at having said that. Having this conversation. I am so glad he reached out first, that he is being my father for once and not trying to boss me around. This is what I have always wanted. I hadn’t realized how much it affected me, until I feel this lightness in my chest.

  “Good, sweetheart. Good. Perhaps we can spend the holidays together.” He suggests. I smile but then feel the next pang of uncertainty.

  “I would love to, but I can’t really travel around that time.” I cross my legs and take a shaky breath.

  “The thing is… I’m pregnant, Dad.” I chew at my lip and wonder in fear what he might say. I spent most of my teen years in boarding school, he only got called when I got the flu and was really sick for a while, otherwise, he didn’t pay much attention. So, I don’t know if getting knocked up is a hard line, maybe that’s why I wasn’t so go
od at paying attention.

  “Chantal…”

  “It’s not Logan’s fault, he is very old fashioned. In fact, he really wants to meet you. Which I’m really worried about but—I suppose I’m rambling.” I sigh. I move closer to the edge of the bed and it creaks, the only sound in the room. He clears his throat before speaking.

  “I know you have a level head, sweetheart. And I know that I can’t control your life anymore. Grandkids, that’s… unexpected. But I can help make your life easier, if you want. We can set boundaries.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief and one happy tear slides down my cheek. I wipe it away and smile to myself.

  “What do you mean boundaries?” I laugh once and can hear him smile.

  “I mean you’re gonna need things, for the baby, for you. So anytime you need anything, just ask me, it makes me proud to help you. Even though I know you don’t need me anymore.”

  “Dad… I’ll always need you, you’re my father. When you’re being reasonable at least.” I giggle.

  “Ah yes, like I said, I am getting better at that. So, we can talk soon then?”

  “Yeah Dad, this is my number now.” I tell him. “Thanks for calling.”

  “Of course, I enjoyed talking with you. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Dad,” I take a deep breath and hang up and stare at my phone like I can’t believe this actually happened. But it has.

  Logan was right, I wouldn’t feel completely convinced about all of this unless I had talked to my father and cleared the air. Now it is like this new life isn’t an escape, it is just my life. And all points can come together now.

  After a long, soothing bath I moisturize and put on this pink night set that Logan got for me. The shorts are very mini, and the shirt is collared, I like it because it reminds me of my old night clothes, it’s like he knew I went to bed dressed over the top the way I used to be.

  I brush out my hair and tie it up with a scrunchie before I go into the kitchen and find a snack. I get tired at night and then hungry, I eat a grilled cheese and then plan on watching some reality tv before there is a knock at the door. I frown because Logan doesn’t get visitors much and the ones that do have a key.