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The Biker's Rules 57 First sonar
***POV - Melaena ‘At week 8, your baby is about the size of a kidney bean. Hands and feet are forming tiny fingers and toes, and those arms are able to flex at the elbows and wrists. At this point, eyes begin to develop pigment, and genitals are forming too, although it's still too soon to know whether you're expecting a boy or a girl.’ Is that what’s in my tummy, a little bean with Damion’s DNA in its system? The repercussions of … passion, love, forever? How did an intelligent girl like me walk knowingly into this situation? Can I blame ignorance, innocence, or maybe hope? Kiara puts her head on my shoulder, her voice against my ear while she reads on. To stipulate this situation, I’m pregnant by the devil without even knowing his exact feelings towards me. Since the first positive test on Boxing-day, I did a few more and all of them came back positive, but I still kept it from Damion … well from everybody except Kiara. And him being on a four-week tour made it so much
The Biker's Rules 58 Taken
***POV – Melaena The little boy takes his hands from the pockets of the number 13 jacket, raven black hair in serious need of a comb, the face of a little angel, sinlessness exemplified by big green eyes highlighted against thick dark lashes – an image of perfection. He smiles at me and the dimples in his cheeks deepen, a small finger wiggles for me to follow him. He runs too fast and I’m lost in a dark hallway; iron doors with locks on either side. The boy appears at the end, smiling at me. Then his eyes turn hazy, fearful, as claws reach from the shadows to pull him toward the darkness. I run forward, frantically, as if knowing I’m his only hope. His hand grabs mine, but slowly it slips from my grip and he gets pulled further and further away until he’s entirely engulfed in the blackness. A small hand covers my mouth, obstructing me from shouting, and I get dragged down the hall, away from the dead of darkness that swallowed the boy. I struggle to get away from the hands th
The Biker's Rules 59 War has begun
***POV - Damion Boring, boring, boring! Can anything be worse than going from one place of waiting for tests to the next place and waiting again for more tests? At least I’m about halfway through, just a brain scan left, but they shifted an emergency in before us. I understand the situation, it’s just that I’m not very good at waiting and sitting motionless for long periods of time. My leg is bumping up and down impatiently; neither waiting nor patience is my strong suit. Sitting still is a challenge for me … it’s always been. A mischievous grin creeps over my face as I recall the number of times I got in trouble at school for this exact reason. This quarterly checkup that Mark insists on is the worst part of my job. I take a sip from my Starbucks coffee, envying Sean sitting quietly in his chair reading a magazine. Shifting in the chair for probably the hundredth time, I give the girl at the desk a lopsided smile, her constant flirty stares towards me not going unnotice
The Biker's Rules 60 Haunted history
***POV - Damion “Let’s get ready, guys,” Logan shouts as soon as he walks through the door with Jesse and Noah, carrying some duffle bags. Some of Garcia’s guards are behind them with boxes, machines, and weapons. I grab two more sandwiches from the kitchen table and slam my arm around my mom. The devastation I see in her eyes mirrors mine, hers just lacks the darkness I know is stuffed behind my soul. Uncle John tells the men where to place what … most of it some sophisticated equipment any spying agency could kill to have … thanks to the Blackburn company. Logan drops the bags on the floor and drags Jesse to where the men are setting up a high-tech computer area, leaving him there to get acquainted with everything. “Guys, there’s some gear for each of you,” Logan now pulls stuff from the bags, including a spray can, and he starts shaking it. “You all know that the company created this new tracking device. You spray it onto the skin and it leaves an invisible tracker that
The Biker's Rules 61 Traitors
***POV - Melaena The misty rain outside chills the already cold wind blowing through the broken glass of the tiny window a few more degrees. Covered in goosebumps I pull the thin blanket tighter and move closer to Luke’s small body, hoping to transfer more of my body heat over to him and vice versa. The movement wakes Kiara and her eyes flick open, catching mine over the little man’s head. We just silently stare at each other, drained loopy eyes looking but not seeing. I know exactly what she’s thinking, that she’s uncomfortable with everything, but she keeps quiet. We’ve ployed up a plan A, and just in case it flops miserably, schemed a plan B and C as backups. Although it’s all altogether the same plan. Kiara is not happy with it, and yes I know it’s risky at best, but we both know it's the only way. The tiny bean in my tummy seems to tap all my energy and I swear I’m too tired to even close my eyes. I send up a mindless prayer, hoping that Damion will find us in time, a
The Biker's Rules 62 Saving the day
***POV - Damion Guppy winks secretly at me before he slams the door of the van closed. They’ve handed me over to two other gang members, looking like Homer-Simpson-twins. I adjust my hands behind my back slightly, making sure the loose ropes don’t fall off prematurely and ruin my plan. Turning my head to the right I give the guy my cockiest lopsided grin, the one that makes girls weak in the knees and wet between the legs. Guess it won’t have quite the same effect here though. I watch as the van drives off, and my smile turns slightly sinister. I hope the meeting between the boys and our new allies works as planned. I phoned my father while we were driving here and know that Jackson and Luke escaped, both of them now safely with the others. But things do not look too good for Mel and Kiara. And even though I know that they’re ready to infiltrate the house at any moment, I’m not totally relaxed – I have a bad omen about all this. Anyway, I need to play my part collectivel
The Biker's Rules 63 Beans and heroes
***POV - Damion fratello = Italian for ‘brother’ “Get Dr. Burden on the phone, now!” My aching head lifts a fraction from my hands, Doc Barney is standing at the nursing station a few feet from my chair. Something in his posture alerts my non-functioning brain. As if in a dream I see the nurse handing him the phone over the counter. “Dr. Burden? Doc Barney from ER. Melaena Blackburn is here – level 2, your name is on her chart. Anything I need to know?” He rambles the information off. He looks confused, surprised even, pouting his mouth. “Neh!” He shouts out in shock. Something is wrong, I can just feel it. His eyes find me and he looks even more confused and worried. What is wrong? I want to shout at him, but my tongue is stuck to the top of my mouth and all I can do is stare back. “Okay, thanks, doctor. I’ll see you in a few minutes then.” His eyes stay on me for the rest of the conversation, and the nurse takes back the phone. He rushes back to Mel’s room,
The Biker's Rules 64 Waking up
***POV – Melaena Like a black-and-white movie in color, I see Kiara smile at me, holding a picture in her hands. I don’t want to look at it, but I can’t seem to look away. Her mouth moves but no words come out. A blob on the grey picture starts beating in rhythm with the noise in my ears. A heartbeat. A baby. My baby. Damion’s baby. Beep! Beep! Beep! I open my eyes. A green light blinks … on; off; on; off. It’s bothersome. I shut my eyes. A turn signal. The car rolls, tumbles, crashes … The indicator light flashes alone in the darkness. The air is voided with sound. I scream for help but it’s only in my head, no sound escapes. Through the shattered window I see a man standing in the shadows, like a ghost, watching … his face locked in terror, his grey eyes filled with guilt. It’s dad. Beep! Beep! Something drips on the bonnet of the car like single drops of rain. My father is standing next to the wreckage, his face full of pain, his lips saying ‘sorry’
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