I chuckled. “And you wouldn't have it any other way.”
Everyone kept yelling over one another for food, spices, and drinks. The kids ran back and forth between the table and their toys, playing and running off their sugar highs. It was perfect. It felt like home. And I wondered if Amberly would ever be up to having more children.
One step at a time, Saint. One step at a time.
As my head panned over to the side door, I saw Diesel slip out onto the porch. He reached for his phone before disappearing, and I furrowed my brow.
“Give me a second, beautiful. Okay?” I asked.
“Okay, but don’t be too long. I want to keep celebrating with you,” she said.
I mindlessly kissed the top of her head. “It’ll be quick.”
I slipped out onto the porch and found Diesel wasn’t alone. Ryker was out there, and he looked furious. I closed the door behind me and they both looked in my direction, shushing me with fingers to their lips.
Then, I heard why.
The voice coming from Diesel’s speakerphone.
“I have to say, I’m impressed. Getting the police involved today will definitely… stunt some plans.”
Fucking hell, Lars was on the phone.
“Why are you calling?” Diesel asked.
“In part, to congratulate you.”
“I know that’s not everything, though. What is it? Spit it out.”
“So testy. No wonder crews like you suffer with heart issues and the like. Have you tried yoga?”
“What did you do?” Ryker asked.
I furrowed my brow. What the fuck was he so upset about?
Lars sighed dramatically. “All right. All right. You got me. Your celebration is only partially-lived. But don’t say I didn’t tell you so. I told you I could call back if you wanted me to.”
“What. Is it?” Diesel asked curtly.
Ryker looked like he was about to blow through the fucking roof.
“Mason wasn’t the only child in my possession, gentleman. Come on. I mean, why would your friend be so upset right now?” Lars asked.
My eyes hooked with Ryker as I watched tears crest the folds of his own. Wait a second, Ryker had a fucking kid?
Did he know he had a kid?
“What the hell does that mean?” Diesel asked.
“The only way for you to find out is if you come to a meeting with me. Alone. You and I, and no one else.”
“That’s not happening. Ever.”
“Then, I have no choice. I’ll be in touch with the details of our future endeavors. Enjoy your party! I hear sherbet is the item of the hour.”
And as my jaw fell open, Lars hung up the phone call.
“Fuck!” Ryker roared.
He turned around, slamming his fist into the side wall of the clubhouse. Even I heard how still it went inside. My eyes bulged as I looked over at Diesel, and he looked weary. Tired. In need of a very serious night’s sleep. He sighed as he slipped his phone into his back pocket, waiting for Ryker to gather himself.
“Let me see the text,” Diesel said.
“What?” I asked.
“How did you know it was a text?” Ryker asked.
“I saw you storm out onto this porch after checking your messages. Someone sent you a text. Let me see it,” Diesel said.
I stood back, watching the exchange happen. Diesel’s eyes flickered over the screen as Ryker dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Our president shook his head. I watched him draw in a shuddering breath before handing Ryker’s phone back.
“You need to start talking, and you needed to do it yesterday,” Diesel growled.
And with a sigh, Ryker nodded.
“That’s my kid in that picture, Diesel. My life force. My blood. The kid Lars has tied up in that picture is mine.”
Then, as if on cue, I heard the side porch door open. Heavy footsteps fell against the wood. And when the door shut, the rest of the prospects approached us from behind.
Looks like we got another kid to save.
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My daughter is missing.
And I'll kill the mafia bastards that took her.
I will do anything to get Olivia back.
ANYTHING.
But when I find her, she is being cared for by Kaylynn, whose beauty brings me to my knees.
This was a twist I didn't see coming.
Her delicious curves call to me but I have no idea if I can trust her.
She's one of them after all.
But getting closer to her is the only way I can save Olivia.
I'll just have to figure out a way to keep her out of my heart.
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About the Author
Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not penning the next great American novel, (HA), you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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Series
Cage (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #1)
Bear (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #2)
Saint (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #3)
Ryker (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #4)
Texas (The Lost Boys MC #1)
Stone (The Lost Boys MC #2)
Bronx (The Lost Boys MC #3)
Notch (The Lost Boys MC #4)
Jace (The Black Hornets MC #1)
Maverick (The Black Hornets MC #2)
Duke (The Black Hornets MC #3)
Colt (The Black Hornets MC #4)
Thor (The Black Hornets MC #5)
Jagger (The Black Hornets MC #6)
Knox (Dead Souls MC #1)
Grave (Dead Souls MC #2)
Brewer (Dead Souls MC #3)
Rock (Dead Souls MC #4)
Diesel (Deal Souls MC #5)
Girth (Marked Skulls MC #1)
Rodeo (Marked Skulls MC #2)
Abe (Marked Skulls MC #3)
Oz (Marked Skulls MC #4)
Dash (Marked Skulls MC #5)
Hawk (The Road Rebels MC #1)
Talon (The Road Rebels MC #2)
Snake (The Road Rebels MC #3)
Fox (The Road Rebels MC #4)
Gunner (The Bad Disciples MC #1)
Hunter (The Bad Disciples MC #2)
Tank (The Bad Disciples MC #3)
Glock (The Bad Disciples MC #4)
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