Their Fractured Souls: Sons Of Lost Soul MC Book Six

by R. Hunter, Ellie

  I’m glad grumps isn’t at the club when I park up. Last I heard, he was packing his shit up ready to move back to the club. I watch Emma as her eyes fly everywhere, from the place to the brothers.

  “I don’t know what I was expecting but this wasn’t it,” she tells me and graces me with the most angelic smile I’ve ever seen.

  “Good or bad?”

  “The verdict isn’t in yet,” she says with a quiet chuckle.

  “Come on, Dorothy, this place is far from Kansas and I reckon you’re going to love it.”

  And if I’m wrong, I’m going to love trying to smudge her halo. Although, it seems to be what’s attracted me to her.

  I stick close her as I guide her into the bar and numerous brothers nod my way, greeting me without me having to stop and chat. There’s a good atmosphere tonight and I spot an empty table near the pool table. She takes a seat and I lean on the table.

  “What can I get you to drink?”

  Her gaze roams over the bar and I think she’s a little shocked how well we’re supplied out here.

  “I’ll take a beer.”

  I grin, liking she’s into beer and not wine. I call over to the prospect and order two beers and take a seat opposite her.

  “So, is there anyone waiting for you when you finish with my sister?”

  “My mom died, I’ve already told you that or are you asking if I have a man waiting for me?”

  She’s not stupid and my lips stretch into the biggest smile.

  “Do you?”

  “How is it any of your business?”

  Our drinks arrive and I take a long pull from my beer. She mimics my movements and rests her arms on the table.

  “Everything is my business, so which is it? Do you have a man or not?”

  “I don’t. Pathetically, I have no one waiting for me.”

  “What’s your plans once you’re done here?”

  “I have no idea, why do you ask?”

  “You interest me.”

  “How so?”

  “That’s what I’m trying to work out.”

  Her smile literally lights up the fucking bar and I lean forward as she looks around the place.

  “It feels like everyone staring at us,” she murmurs quietly.

  I take a look for myself and brothers and a few girls look away being caught.

  “They’re just trying to figure out who you are, we don’t get a lot of new faces as beautiful as yours around here.”

  Her cheeks flame red and I react instantly. I’m enjoying pushing her, that’s for sure.

  “Is that so?”

  I wink instead of answering and she takes another look around the bar.

  “How long have you been coming here?” she asks.

  Putting my beer down, I say, “Since the day I was born. No kidding, my grandpa and dad brought Mase and me here on the way home from the hospital to show us off and the old ladies took my mom home to rest a little.”

  “Did you always want to join? Or I suppose, you’ve been one of them since birth?”

  “We still had to prospect, but no one expected much from us. My Grandpa raised us to join, he said it was in our blood.”

  “Have you ever thought of doing something else?”

  Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms over my chest. “Never. I know who I am and what I want in life. What about you?”

  She finishes her beer and picks at the label on the bottle. Blowing out a long breath, she says, “Up until I replied to your ad, I had no idea what I wanted to do or who I was. I mean, I cared for my mom since I was old enough to understand how to help her and when she died, I was left with this void of not knowing. Reading your ad, though, it felt right, like I was meant to get the job.”

  “Well, I’m glad you applied.”

  And I am. Fuck me if I know what’s happening, but something is pulling me toward her and I’m not trying to fight it.

  “Excuse me, where’s the bathroom?”

  I point over to the far opposite corner and she pushes back out of her seat. I unashamedly glue my eyes to her ass as her hips sway as she walks.

  “You want another round of beers, Myles?”

  I nod, not taking my eyes from Emma’s ass and I know I’m in trouble. I can’t get enough.

  Emma

  This place is weird, but I totally see the Simmons being comfortable here. It’s not bad though, when I first arrived with Myles, I was expecting the worst, but the guys are only interested in themselves and having a drink. The few girls I saw, not as much. A couple of them kept throwing me shade and I have no idea what I did to warrant them.

  Finishing up in the stall, I button my jeans and straighten my top. I unlock the door, intending on washing my hands when I’m met with the same two girls giving me dirty looks out in the bar. The both of them are dressed in less clothes than me and they’re wear much more makeup than I do.

  “Hi,” I mumble, trying to be polite but knowing it’s not what they want to hear. I continue to the basins and wash my hands. I rinse off the soap and look around for paper towels. One of the girls is blocking my way to the dispenser and I decide to shake the water droplets off instead.

  “How do you know Myles?” one of them asks.

  “I’m teaching his sister sign language,” I tell her and hope this good enough for them.

  “Why are you here with him, then?” the other one asks, and I stop myself from rolling my eyes.

  It makes sense now, they must have a crush on him or something.

  “To have a drink.” It’s as simple as that and all I’m going to tell them. My business is none of theirs.

  “A drink? It always starts with a drink with him,” the other spits out at me.

  “I can assure you, it’s not only a drink. Myles doesn’t do the talking thing.”

  Taking them both in, they’re dressed in skimpy dresses and both look hot as Hades, there’s no denying their beauty but their attitudes and rudeness is just plain ugly.

  “I’m helping his sister, he offered to take me for a drink and I accepted. When he takes back to their house, he’ll go his way and I’ll go mine. Now, if you don’t mind, I have that drink to get back to.”

  “You’re staying at their house?” one near enough shrieks.

  That was the wrong thing to share and I instantly regret it.

  “To help his sister. If you have a problem with it, take it up with their grandfather.”

  Mentioning the cold old guy seems to get them to back off and I remember to use him again if I need to escape. When I go to walk by them, they step to the side and allow me to leave. I’m halfway across the bar when I think I’ve forgotten where the table was, but I’m just imagining things, another girl is sat on our table, leaning over so Myles has a clear view of her breasts down her top. He leans back in his chair like he wants to get as far from her as possible and when he sees me, he shoots up out of his chair and walks over, collecting my hand in his when he reaches me. It takes me by surprise and as I dare to look over my shoulder, the two girls from the bathroom are both scowling at me.

  Oh hell to what they think. I know what’s going on, although the handholding has thrown me off. He keeps his hold on mine all the way over to his bike and I smother my heated cheeks when he helps me onto his bike.

  The ride back to the house is nice and it’s not as scary as the ride to the club. It also helps he doesn’t ride as fast this time.

  He comes to a stop where I usually see his bike parked outside the house and kills the engine.

  He climbs off at his own leisure and stops, standing so close I can’t move my leg.

  “I’m starting to like you,” he blurts out, not caring about sharing his feelings with me.

  “Just after I was just telling your fan club that we were simply having a drink…”

  “Fan club?”

  Of course a guy like him wouldn’t have the first idea how he appeals to the fairer sex.

  “Back at the bar, while I was in the
bathroom, two of your girlfriends interrogated me about what I was doing with you,” I explain.

  “They’ve never been my girlfriend, and they never will be,” he vows in a tone I can’t disbelieve.

  “You must be something to them, the way they were going at me I was starting to believe you were married to both of them. They were definitely territorial over you.”

  He laughs first and then snorts. “I might have messed around with them a little, but they’ve always known where they stood with me.”

  “And where do they stand?”

  This is really none of my business but I can’t keep my mouth closed.

  “Nowhere near you, that’s all you need to know.”

  I don’t know what to say to that. He can’t like me that much so soon? Maybe he’s liking what he sees, I know I certainly like what I see with him. He holds his hand out and I place mine in his and he helps me climb off his bike. We walk silently to the house, me pulling my hand from his. I’m attracted to him for sure, but I’m here to do a job. Falling for their son isn’t what I’m being paid to do. That’s a different profession altogether, one I don’t judge, making money is making money.

  The same as when I arrived at the club, I don’t know what to expect as we stand on the porch and he flicks through his keys to find the house key. It strikes me odd they lock their doors out here, their nearest neighbour is a mile away.

  After the way he’s been, is he going to try and kiss me? Do I want him to? Yes, yes I want him to kiss me. If nothing else happens between us, at least I’ll know if his lips are as soft as they look.

  Before I have the chance to find out, the door swings open and his mom is standing there, red faced with a sobbing baby.

  “It’s about time you got your ass home.”

  She disappears from the doorway and Myles holds his arm out to allow me to walk inside first.

  I hesitate in the hall and he wanders into the living room. I make my excuses, needing to clear my head and nip upstairs.

  I go to close my door when I hear Kyla say, “I made an appointment for you tomorrow morning, you’re taking a DNA test for this little one.”

  She’s booked him a test? He told me she was his brother’s baby, why would he lie?

  “Mase…”

  “Mason isn’t here, and you are. So you’ll take the test and if she isn’t yours, we’ll get Mason back here to take his test.”

  So the baby could be his brother’s child, yet, it could be his? What the hell have I stumbled into?

  “She has a mild ear infection, that’s why she was crying so much…”

  I close the door and slump against it. He said the baby was his brother’s, I should have known the guy was too good to be true. But that means, if it’s a toss-up between him and his brother, they both slept with the same woman?

  Myles

  I walk out of the doctor’s office with my mom and the baby hot on my ass. I took the damn test and hopefully within the next seven days, we’ll get to the bottom of this and I can tell everyone, I told you so. The kid isn’t mine, it’s as simple as that.

  My phone pings with a message and I open it up and read a text from Sparky. Cas wants everyone in the back room within thirty minutes.

  “I’ve got to go,” I tell mom, stowing my phone in my pocket.

  “I want you home tonight,” she warns me.

  “Yeah, I’ll see.”

  If I go home it’ll be because I want to see Emma, not the fucking baby. Neither her or Tori were awake when we left this morning and I missed not seeing her face, and her ass.

  At the club, I’m one of the first to take my seat in the back room and it’s amusing when Zach storms in and roughly drags his chair out from under the table.

  “What’s crawled up your ass?” I ask, not really interested in his business, but he usually comes across as bored as fuck. Even during the days after India was killed, he was quiet and kept to himself.

  “My woman, she’s driving me crazy. This can’t be how it is now?”

  “What’s wrong with her?”

  “That’s the thing, I don’t have a fucking clue. We were eating breakfast, I asked if she could wash my jeans and she went off to fucking loon town.”

  “Brother, she’s due to drop soon and you’re asking her to do your laundry,” JJ murmurs, taking his seat to my left and dropping into the conversation.

  “I don’t even ask Harps to do my laundry when I know she has shit to do.”

  “She was just telling me how she was planning on washing the baby’s clothes again, she thinks they’ve gotten dusty sitting in the drawers. Why wouldn’t I ask if she’s using the washer anyway?”

  JJ and I just laugh but then I remember I could potentially have a baby and it will be me doing the laundry. Fuck knows where her mom went running off too. She’s been sending my calls to voicemail and she hasn’t shown her face in town since she cut and run on the baby.

  “My advice, just keep apologising,” Sparky adds in, catching the end of Zach’s rant.

  “For asking her to do laundry?” Zach clarifies.

  “For everything and anything. If you sneeze too loudly, apologise. If you forget to take your boots off before going inside the house, apologise. If you take too long eating your dinner, apologise. Fuck, apologise for shit you haven’t even done yet. Get what I’m saying?”

  Zach nods and tips his head back, closing his eyes and ignores everyone.

  “Talking about babies and crazy women, I heard you got yourself a baby, a runaway mother and you were here drinking last night with someone who wasn’t the baby momma.”

  Trust JJ to bring up shit I don’t want to talk about.

  “You’ve heard a lot,” I mumble, hoping no one else feels the need to jump into this conversation.

  “What’s going on, brother?”

  “Nothing. The kid isn’t mine, Hailee will be back for the kid and Emma is here to help Tor learn sign language.”

  “Right,” he drawls out. “She’s helping Victoria, but you had her here last night drinking. Makes sense.”

  “She has a nice ass,” I tell him and he barks out a laugh.

  “There it is, you’re trying to tap her.”

  “Tap who?” Cas asks walking in the room with the British guy who showed up before we left for Mercy.

  “JJ’s trying to tap the new girl in the bar,” I tell him and watch with fascination when he darkens and swings toward his son-in-law.

  “Fuck you, Myles,” he growls at me and turns to Cas. “He’s fucking with you, Cas. I’m happily fucking married.”

  Our president takes a seat and I smother a laugh building in my gut when JJ glares at me like I’m fucking intimidated by him. The British guy takes a seat where Leo usually sits, and it still doesn’t feel right him not being around. At least he’s still a Lost Soul. That shit was scary before we left. There’s no one else in this club who could step in and fill his boots. No one.

  Dad, Grumps, and Dex are the last to walk in and take their seats. The brothers hush and Cas bangs the gavel down and begins, “We all agreed to meet with Jamie Boy once we were home. Today we’ll make a deal with the Haywards and hopefully, make a fuck load of cash.” Brothers cheer and holler until he brings us back to order.

  “As you can see, Jamie Boy has joined us.”

  There’s a knock at the door and Cas falls silent. The only time anyone interrupts us in the back room is if there’s trouble. One by one, our hands fall to our guns and shoulders tense.

  “Relax, it’ll be my brother,” the Brit says, standing, straightening his expensive suit jacket.

  Cas gives the nod and Tal opens the door, letting us set eyes on another sharp suited British guy. He strolls in like he owns the place and takes the seat beside his brother as Jamie Boy sits back down.

  “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce my brother and pardon his lateness, this is Ritchie.”

  Murmurs make the rounds and I notice he is more relaxed then his brother.
/>   “It’s good to meet you all, boys. I’ve seen a lot in my time but I had to come and see this for myself. A motorcycle club, leather cuts and all.”

  “What my brother means is he’s glad to meet you.”

  Ritchie’s eyes cut to Jamie Boy’s and a silent conversation takes place within seconds. I recognise this because it’s what I had with Mason.

  “We’re happy to have you with us,” Cas offers and Ritchie grins.

  “My brother assures me you know who we are.”

  “We do, and I’ve assured my club you know who we are,” Cas retorts.

  “So we all know who we all are.” The gleam in his eye isn’t manic but it isn’t calm. “We’re kings on our side of the pond and you have similar reputations on this side of the pond, this arrangement isn’t going to be a deal where one side is entitled to a higher percentage. This will be a fifty-fifty split. Our arrangement will be equal, you need us, and we need you.”

  “We’re going to be equal?” Sparky asks.

  “Yes, the amount of cash we’ll make stands to be more than you’ve ever seen. We’re not greedy men, and we’re already legitimately rich, money for us isn’t the end game.”

  “So, what is your end game?” I ask myself.

  Not only does Ritchie look my way, his brother does too. Having both Hayward’s eyes on me makes me feel like a child.

  “To know we can,” Ritchie smirks.

  “That’s it? You’re going to go into business with us because you can?” I ask, just to be sure.

  “What’s your name?” he asks, no one in the room making a sound. Grumps and Dad watches on closely but I hold my own.

  “Myles.”

  “Listen, Myles. My father and uncle made names for themselves before I was born, as time went on, my father had four sons and we had everything we ever wished for growing up, knowing one day their kingdom would be ours. I went to prison for ten years because I wanted more. The Haywards always want more and what we want, we get. We’re fucking Kings and nothing can stop us. People have tried and they have died for their efforts. So I ask you, Myles, a man of the Lost Souls Motorcycle club, what would you do if you had everything?”