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  Copyright© 2020 by Amy Davies

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  All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced without express written permission from the author. This book is the work of fiction, and the product of the authors imagination and used in a fictional manner. Any similarities to any real-life event or person, dead or alive is pure coincidental.

  Contents

  1. Sarge

  2. Estelle

  3. Sarge

  4. Estelle

  5. Sarge

  6. Estelle

  7. Sarge

  8. Estelle

  9. Sarge

  10. Estelle

  11. Sarge

  12. Estelle

  13. Sarge

  14. Estelle

  15. Sarge

  16. Estelle

  17. Sarge

  18. Estelle

  19. Sarge

  20. Estelle

  21. Sarge

  22. Estelle

  23. Sarge

  24. Estelle

  25. Sarge

  26. Estelle

  27. Sarge

  28. Estelle

  29. Magnum

  30. Estelle

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Amy Davies

  About the Author

  One

  Sarge

  The woman on her knees is doing fuck all for me, as I sit in a chair in a shitty motel room.

  This is the first attempt of a blowjob in months, and it’s turning to shit. My dick only gets hard for one woman these days. My hand is getting boring as fuck.

  Months ago, my world flipped on its axis, but I had to deal with it. There was no walking away.

  Everything came to a head back home; seeing Estelle and watching her stomach grow with a baby that wasn’t mine, fucking gutted me. She moved on with her life, fucking left me as soon as she could. I always knew I was never good enough for her. She was, and still is by the looks of her, out of my league.

  Seeing her with the old ladies, smile wide but never quite reaching her soulful, chocolate eyes, still hurt, and it made my blood boil. The phone call couldn’t have come at a better time. I took the opportunity to bolt; to get away from her and clear my head.

  She destroyed me years ago, leaving me as soon as I left for basic training. It was Magnum and Opal who unknowingly pulled me through it, who made me realize my Army career was worth more than her.

  I threw myself into training and fighting for my country, protecting my brothers in arms and my blood family. Through the years, I climbed the ladder and became Sergeant, but a fucked-up situation sent me home and kept me stateside on medical leave. Magnum and Opal followed me soon after.

  A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts, but I ignore it and keep guiding the chick’s head up and down my cock. When a knock sounds again, I sigh and push the woman away. I tuck myself back into my jeans as the door opens and Zeb steps in.

  “Fuck me, Sarge. A little warning would have been good. It’s not like I want to see my newly found dad getting his dick sucked,” he says, sounding pissed, like he’s seen this shit every day.

  “Hey, you should have waited to be called in. Not my problem you’re an impatient little shit,” I snap back. “Not that she was doing a good job anyway.”

  Standing from the chair, I pull my shirt over my head and slide my cut over my shoulders. Not giving the woman another look, I follow my son out of the room.

  My fucking son.

  Yeah, the phone call I got a few months ago was from his aunt, telling me his mom had died, and he was now my responsibility because she couldn’t afford to keep another teenager in the house. Yep, I have a fucking teenage son—a fifteen-year-old, to be exact.

  “Get in the truck,” I instruct, then climb in myself and start her up.

  I fucking hate being in a cage, but we had to fill the back with all the things Zeb wanted to bring with him from home. Buying this truck may come in handy back home, plus, Zeb will need a way to get himself to school and back.

  He likes to be independent, and I like that. I like that I don’t have to worry about him because his mom did a great job. He has manners and respect, and from what I’ve seen over the last few, short months, he is strong and a hard worker.

  Zeb was pissed when he was told of my existence, but I can understand why his mom didn’t tell him about me. We had a weekend of sex, while I was home on leave, before I got shipped back to the desert.

  He had to leave his little part-time job at the fruit market, but I will find him something to do with the club, maybe in the garage or something, as he likes to work with his hands, or even at the Academy. Definitely not in the studio. The fucker knew straight away about it, which tells me the little runt has been watching porn. Not that I can complain; I lost my virginity at twelve.

  “So how long until we get there?” he asks from his seat, before throwing some chips into his mouth.

  “Another hour or so. We’ll get you settled, and I will introduce you to the club tomorrow at the opening of Risky’s animal shelter.”

  “She’s the president’s old lady, right?” I nod.

  “Yeah. Her real name is Kara, but she answers to Risky too. Then there’s Jodie. She’s Opal’s woman, and they have a son, Tucker. Slide is with Farrah, and they have two little girls, Posey and Luna. Luna isn’t that old, a few weeks maybe.”

  “Shit, so you’re the only single dude in the club?” he chuckles.

  “First off, I am not a dude. I am your father. I may not have known about you, Zeb, but you will show me respect.” He nods and looks out the window.

  “And no, I’m not the only single brother in the club. Rookie is single, but I have a feeling that won’t last long, just like Edge.”

  He brings his gaze back to me as we drive down the highway, and it hits me just how much he looks like me. The dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. He has a fucking tattoo on his wrist as well; the words ‘mind and matter’ in a simple script, with a thin line between them stating that it is mind over matter.

  He told me he got it for his mother. She was ill in the end. She had heart disease and it took her so young; a couple of years younger than my thirty-five. His aunt took him in until they could get things squared away, and then she made the call to me because Zeb got into a bit of trouble and she didn’t want the police bringing him home at all hours.

  She knew about the club. She said that Zeb’s mother kept tabs on me and got information from some of the other Army wives and girlfriends. Strange, because as soon as I left, I completely forgot about her, as bad as that sounds. I never wanted a committed relationship after what Estelle did to me.

  Thinking of her has a pain in my sternum coming forward. I thought I had pushed my feelings for her, both good and bad, down deep. The best way to deal with it is for me to stay clear of her, no matter if she’s Jodie’s best friend.

  Seeing her again brought forward so many painful memories for me. They sent me straight into the gym, taking it out on the punching bag.

  I have to man the fuck up and keep my distance from her. For my own sanity.

  “So, will I be staying at the club with you?” Zeb asks, shifting in his seat to face me a little.

  “No. I have a house at the back of the property, just like Magnum and the others. There’s a road at the side of the clubhouse land that leads down to a lake, where we each have a house. My place has four bedrooms, three baths, and a large open living room and kitchen. Plus, it has a double garage. I wanted something simple
but nice to look at.”

  “In case you found a woman,” he adds, smirking at me. I can’t help but smile at the hopeful, cheeky look on his face.

  “Not going to happen, kid. I don’t want an old lady or to settle down,” I explain, and look back at the road.

  “But you said that if you knew about me, you would have been in my life. Does that mean you would be with my mom?”

  “Come on, Zeb, you’re not a stupid kid. Just because I would be there for you, that doesn’t mean that me and your mom would have worked out. Plus, she was too good for me,” I state, making sure he understands.

  “I know. Shit, sorry.”

  “Hey, you don’t have to be sorry about asking questions. We’re just getting to know each other, yeah?” I ask, and he nods. “Zeb, I have fifteen years to catch up on, and we will hit a brick wall from time to time, but we have time to learn each other’s little ticks. Don’t stress it.”

  “Cool,” is all he says, then goes back to playing on his phone. The rest of the journey is peaceful, no awkwardness between us at all, and considering we barely know each other, it’s a good thing.

  It isn’t long until I’m pulling up at the clubhouse. I look over to Zeb, who has his face plastered to the window in awe, as he takes in the Tower before him.

  “Awesome, right?” I state proudly, a huge grin on my face.

  “Fucking-A. This place is huge as.” His voice is filled with excitement, and his smile lights up his face.

  “We’re going down here though. I’ll show you everything tomorrow,” I say, and drive down the thin road to the patched members’ homes. We’re all plotted around, and I see lights on inside some of the houses. No doubt it’s the old ladies home with the kids. I drive past Magnum and Risky’s home, and park in my driveway before shutting off the engine.

  We both climb out, and I walk to the trunk and pull out our bags, leaving the kid’s other things for tomorrow. I lead him up to the house and tap the code into the security panel at the side of the door, hearing Zeb suck in a breath.

  “Shit, you really take security seriously around here, don’t you? I didn’t think an old man would know about this high-tech stuff,” he jokes, as he walks into the house.

  “Little shit,” I mutter, as the lights flicker on throughout the downstairs.

  It’s a large, open space; part of the kitchen, mainly the island I had installed and the stools that sit round it, visible from the front door. I went with basic colors, different shades of cream, and wood paneling. The beams are bare and look fucking amazing.

  There’s a large, oak family table that seats eight, which cost me a small fortune. Separating the table and the main seating area is a floor-to-ceiling brickwork fireplace.

  “This is fucking awesome,” Zeb pipes in, and I shake my head at him.

  “Language, kid. You may have cussed in front of your mom and aunt, but not in front of me.”

  “You swear,” he states, cocking an eyebrow at me and folding his arms across his chest.

  I mirror his position, but tower over him with my six-foot-three frame.

  “Little man, I am thirty-five. I have fought in wars; been shot, beaten, and blown the fuck up. I think that gives me the right to swear and do whatever the fuck I want, yeah?”

  “Yes, sir,” he says in a not-so-cocky tone, before looking to the floor in defeat.

  “Hey, look at me.” He does, and I give him a smile. “I’m not going to be a Drill Sergeant around you, but I do expect respect and manners to be used.” He nods again and gives me a smile that knocks the wind out of me. There is no way I could ever deny that he’s mine. Hell, he’s literally a mini-me.

  “But your name is Sarge, so technically you are a Drill Sergeant.” He quirks an eyebrow, and I laugh, pulling him to me by the back of his neck.

  “Fuck me. You are definitely my kid. Come on, let me show you to your room.”

  I give him a tour of the house before we crash for the night, the travelling and the emotional rollercoaster we’ve been on getting to the both of us.

  Tomorrow, I will let the club know I have a son.

  Little did I know that tomorrow was going to throw me another curve in the road.

  Two

  Estelle

  Breathing in deeply, I take in the smell of junk food that’s escaping from the four food trucks here at the opening of Fort Academy Rescue. Kara has done so amazing by opening this. Her and her crew take in injured and rescued animals and get them ready to be rehomed.

  “Hey, do you want anything to drink?” I turn to smile at the man next to me.

  Manny is a very lucrative businessman. I helped him find a property for his new venture. He’s a handsome man, with olive skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. He looks amazing in a suit, but today he’s in jeans and a short-sleeved, button-up shirt. It seems I have a type.

  “I’m good, thank you.”

  “So, how are things at the office?”

  “Busy, but good. Having Harriet there to help with Hazel when I need to pop out for a viewing is great,” I reply.

  We walk around the area that is filled with small kiddie rides, food trucks, and even some sweet trucks. There’s a guy making balloon animals, and his partner is doing face painting. Kids are running around, laughing and screaming and just generally enjoying the day.

  Today is perfect for families. The area is secure and away from the main road. Not that it matters, because Magnum put two prospects on the main gate. As we walk around, I see Farrah sitting with Slide. They’re talking and smiling, and I can see the love pouring from them. Luna is over Slide’s shoulder and Posey is jumping up and down, popping the bubbles Kenny is blowing for her.

  Kara is talking to people, making the rounds, and handing out information pamphlets about the Academy, and Magnum is right by her side through the whole thing.

  “Your friend has done really good here with this place. I’m looking at donating—to help,” he explains, and I smile.

  “That would be amazing. I know Kara would really appreciate that, Manny. Thank you.” I touch his arm and lean in to kiss his cheek, but he moves his head at the last second, and our lips touch.

  I’m shocked by the move, and I gasp, so Manny takes advantage and slips his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Before I know it, I’m pulling back and he’s smiling down at me. But I just stare at him, wide-eyed.

  “Excuse me,” comes a gruff voice, and my heart leaps in my chest. I turn my head to see Edge and Rookie standing next to us.

  “Hi,” I squeak out. I clear my throat and try again. “Hey, guys.” I give them a smile, but neither return it, instead choosing to glare at Manny.

  My gaze shifts to his, and I can see he’s looking uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other. Considering he’s a huge business mogul, he can’t seem to handle some bikers.

  “Estelle,” Edge finally says in greeting, tearing his gaze away from Manny and looking at me.

  As soon as his gaze meets mine, his eyes soften a little, and he smiles at me before moving to make a fuss of Hazel in her stroller. It’s crazy how the past few months have been since she was born. She completely changed my life for the better. She is the calmest baby I have ever seen, and that’s saying something, considering since Luna was born, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that sweet girl cry. I don’t think she knows how to. She whimpers and lets her parents, Farrah and Slide, know she wants something.

  “How’s my sweet girl?” Edge fusses over Hazel, and she giggles, making me smile.

  “Who are you?” Rookie’s Irish accent catches my attention, and I look away from my daughter to see the built, tattooed Irishman glowering at my date.

  “I’m Manny,” he replies. My gaze bounces between the two.

  “And?” Rookie strikes back, folding his huge, tattooed arms across his chest.

  “I’m Estelle’s date. I run my own business and import company,” Manny stutters out.

  I like my men fierce and strong; someone who
will stand up to people when they threaten their loved ones, and I can see that Manny is none of those things. For one, he didn’t stand up to Edge and Rookie, but he also didn’t step in between us to protect Hazel and me.

  Sighing, I move closer to the men and look up at Rookie. His green eyes stare down at me, a challenge in them.

  “What do you both want? Why are you interrogating my date?” I fold my arms across my chest, making a point to stand strong.

  I may like a strong man, but hell, I am just as strong, and I will not be walked over or talked down to. Only my parents manage to make me rethink my strong female ways.

  Being a single mom, I’ve needed to step up and build my wall high and sturdy around me, not only from my parents and Hazel’s father, but from a certain sexy, dark, broody biker who vanished a few months ago. Jodie tells me he’s dealing with something, but she isn’t sure what. He lets the club know he’s safe but never gives any details.

  I know Slide was upset that he missed the birth of Luna, and so was Miss Posey. Oh, she let everyone know that she was angry at her Sarge. They even set up a video call so she could tell him off. Farrah said it was comical seeing Sarge freak out over making his little Posey Cupcake cry.

  “We’re just checking on you, sweetheart. You know that,” Rookie states, looking smug. His lips quirk up at the corner.

  “You don’t need to look out for me, Rook.”

  “You’re a part of the club, Estelle. We always look out for our own,” he says with a cheeky wink, and I feel Manny stiffen beside me. Finally some emotion from him besides being scared shitless, but again, he does nothing.