Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,1

Hollywood? Maybe we should’ve called you Priest instead of Hollywood. Come on, we need to move before they start looking for your ass. You may be further out than they’d think a shooter should be, but they’ll start casting a net. Let’s move it,” Lieutenant Diamond barked.

With his clothing soaked in sweat and grime, and other shit he’d had to lay in from over forty-six hours of being in the same spot without moving, he broke his rifle down quickly and silently. Once he had his precious in the sand-colored case, he eased backward, ensuring he didn’t make much more than a slight shift in the earth. He’d just earned the right to head back to the states, he hoped.

Chapter One

TWO WEEKS LATER...

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?” Hollywood asked Angel. He could feel his world spinning out of control, and he’d only been in California for a handful of days after being debriefed in North Carolina at Fort Bragg. His Lieutenant had given him a heads-up last night to get his shit together and be back in forty-eight hours for another mission, he had no time for this shit.

“Scott, don’t make me repeat myself,” Angela pleaded, her dark eyes swam with unshed tears.

Fuck, he was always careful, and they hadn’t fucked in over seven, maybe eight months. She didn’t look like she was ready to have a baby or close to it. He did a mental calculation as to when the last time he’d been in California and when they’d slept together. She’d be closer to eight months. When he’d tossed the condom, he knew for a fact it hadn’t broke or leaked.

“Say what?” He stared down at her dark head and her too thin frame. Aside from her medically enhanced chest, she didn’t look any different. He was sure she’d have a belly if she was as far along as she was supposed to be if she was carrying his child. She was confusing the fuck out of him, and he wasn’t a stupid man.

“I need your help. You said you’d always be there if I needed you, and—I need you now more than ever.” Angela moved forward, brushing her body against his.

He lifted his arms, gripping her biceps in his palms. “Dammit, Angel, don’t. We’ll get to your announcement in a minute. Are you on one of those stupid ass diet fads again?” When he’d first met her, she’d been a couple years older than him without an ounce of shyness. She’d been a fucking bombshell who knew how to use her body to get what she wanted. His friends called her a dark-haired Marilyn Monroe. He never saw the comparison except that she had an hourglass figure like the other woman, and she was petite at a little over five foot three with curves in all the right places. His teenaged body had reacted in the most obvious way anytime she’d entered the same room he’d been in. It had been lust at first sight. She’d taught him more that summer than he’d known in all his seventeen years. Of course, he could teach her a few things now. If her father, his stepfather had known all the places he’d fucked her, he’d probably have had a fit. The thought almost made him smile.

“No, I’m not on some stupid diet, unless you call pregnancy a diet.” Her dark eyes flashed up at him. “I’m pregnant and sick every hour on the hour.” She put one hand on her stomach, the other one over her mouth. She was clearly battling the urge to throw up.

Where he and their sister Talena were blond and blue eyed, like their mother, she was like her father, dark haired and dark eyed. She’d told him her mother was Hispanic and spoke very little English, which at the time he hadn’t thought much of, but later he realized Gary had taken advantage of the woman, like he did all women. Gary had married Scott’s mother when he’d been a boy, but the prick hadn’t introduced Angela to them until the summer he’d graduated high school. He often thought his stepfather had hid his past from all of them for some nefarious reason, but once she burst into their lives, it hadn’t matter why. For one thing, she was only there for the summer that first year. For another, he found fucking the man’s daughter he’d come to despise, made him hate Gary a little less, and then he’d left for the military.