Bloody Mine (Royal Bastards MC, #2) by Landis, Nikki (the little red hen ebook TXT) 📗

The pregnancy had been long and difficult. I was sick almost the entire nine months and the birth had been the most painful thing I ever endured in my entire life.

Was it worth it?

Staring down at the soft brown hair on my son’s head there wasn’t a moment of hesitation. I’d do it all again to have this moment right here, my son cradled in his father’s thickly muscled and inked up arm, watching the love in his gaze that was so pure and unconditional that tears filled my eyes.

“I glad you woke me up. It’s perfect.”

“Being with you and having Mavi, it’s more than I ever could have hoped for.”

A single tear escaped and soaked into his t-shirt but Bodie didn’t notice. It was more than I had ever dared to hope for, far greater than I could have dreamed. Even as a young girl, I never pictured my future to turn out this way. Suraya did, though. She said I would be a mother, a wife, and I would grow up happy with a life that would make her proud.

Perfect, I agreed in my head. I hope you’re happy where you are, Suraya. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. I miss you and I’ll always love you.

The thought had barely left my head when a star outside the window suddenly twinkled brightly, glowing more than any other star in the vicinity. My chest filled with hope, love, and reassurance.

The conversation with Cindi about finding closure filled my mind briefly and I knew, without a doubt, that I finally found peace.

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Tonopah, NV Chapter Reading Order:

#1 The Biker's Gift (Holiday)

#2 Bloody Mine (Holiday)

#3 Ridin' for Hell

#4 Devil's Ride

#5 Papa Noel (Holiday)

#6 Hell's Fury

#7 The Biker's Wish (Holiday)

#8 Hell on Wheels

#9 Jigsaw's Blayde

Pres – Grim “Grim Reaper”

VP – Mammoth

SGT at Arms – Rael “Azrael, Angel of Death”

Enforcer/Officer – Exorcist “Ex”

Enforcer – Jigsaw

Secretary – Wraith

Treasurer – Han “Hannibal”

Road Captain – Patriot (Marine)

Tail Gunner – Daniel “Lucky”

Founder – Papa

Member – Bodie

Member – Diablo (Cleaner)

Member – Xenon (Tech Spec.)

Prospect – Toad

Prospect – Shadow

Prospect – Spook

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Papa Noel

The silver fox biker lived on my street.

Staring up and into his dark brown eyes with little flecks of gold dancing in the dark depths, I was totally and completely mesmerized while simultaneously feeling cornered as the prey of a large hunter while a prowling lion closed in for the kill. A twisted grin appeared on his face as recognition lit up his eyes and then he frowned. That was when I noticed my son cradling his arm against his chest.

“Kid needs a doctor,” the biker announced, appearing concerned.

“Oh, Noah! I’ll grab my keys.”

I walked away in a rush, spinning on my heel as I ran for my handbag and keys, pausing to open the garage door. I didn’t have to tell the biker to meet me there. He was already inside after I noticed the empty doorstep and locked the place up. When I entered the garage, Noah was in the backseat and buckled in, his cheeks flushed, and his expression pained.

“Toss me the keys, honey. I’ll drive.”

I could have debated the whole thing, but I wanted to sit with my son anyway. Sexy silver caught the keys with ease, and I climbed into the back of my Rav4, immediately checking over Noah for more injuries.

“Where does it hurt? Just your arm?”

He shook his head but bravely held back tears.

There were scrapes across both knees and a deep cut across the same arm that didn’t look quite right. Blood was smeared on his clothing in a few spots.

“I’m sorry, Booga. I know it hurts. Let me see.”

Noah lifted his left arm and I paled when I noticed it wasn’t straight. I had injuries like this one before and it wasn’t an accident like my son’s. I was positive he broke a bone.

“Okay, keep it close and hold it with your arm but don’t squeeze.” My hand cradled his cheek. “I’m here. I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Noah sniffled and leaned his head against my shoulder. “My bike is all busted up.” He sounded more upset about that than his arm.

“We’ll fix it, kid.” The deep timbre of the biker’s voice snagged my attention from Noah.

We both looked up at the same time and I caught the gentle stare of the big man driving in the rearview mirror.

“Thanks, Santa. I know you’ll help. That’s what Santa does.”

Blinking, I turned to Noah and lifted a brow. “You know him?”

“Yep.” Noah winced and then peered up at me with wide innocent eyes. Too innocent.

“Is that where you’ve been disappearing? Into a stranger’s house?” I shot the biker a disapproving frown.

“No, Mama. He’s nice like Santa.”

Oh really? “What’s his name?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Noah shifted in the seat. “It’s Santa.”

I pursed my lips. “His real name?”

“Why don’t you ask me, pretty girl? I’m more than happy to tell you.”

Uh huh. “Well?” I asked with attitude, sending a glare in the direction of the front seat.

“Jayce Riggs. My friends know me by my road name Papa.”

Noah giggled. “See? Papa is the same as Santa.”

I sighed dramatically. Later, once I knew Noah was alright, I was going to question that biker and he better tell the truth.

“We’re here,” Jayce announced as we pulled into the parking lot of Central Nevada Regional Care.

He slid from the front seat and opened his door, quickly rushing to my side. His large hand reached out for mine and I was pulled to my feet next to the car as soon as he yanked the door