the bedroom and my eyes go to the huge spot of vomit.
“I’ll grab her pajamas.” I run to her bedroom and grab a few extras just in case then hurry back.
Ryan is rocking her side to side, half asleep. I hand him the clothes and he takes them from me, gently getting her dressed, and I hurry to clean before it stinks up the room.
“Want her to sleep with us?” Ryan asks and covers her with the blanket, her head lying on his leg.
“Yeah, it’s probably best. I’m going to get her some Pedialyte. I don’t want her to get dehydrated.” Ryan starts to get up and she clings to him like a monkey, crawling back up him until he’s holding her.
He looks guilty. “It’s okay,” I mouth, and he rubs her back, trying to get her to calm down. He nods and pulls the blanket up, covering her back. I can see her shaking.
Ryan
I feel like a dick because Myra is cleaning up everything but I can’t tell Mia no. She is fast asleep against my chest and if I move just slightly, she wakes up scared.
Myra comes back in the room. She’s beautiful. Her hair is a mess, but knowing I did that makes me damn happy.
“Sweetheart, you need to drink this.” Myra hands her the sippy cup and Mia looks at me like she wants me to feed her.
I smile and take it, feeding her like she’s a small baby. I don’t mind it. I love that she wants me around her for comfort right now.
I worry about shit a lot when it comes to Mia. I’m afraid I’m not going to do everything right and fuck her up somehow, but right now I think she truly likes me.
I look at Myra and Mia and I see my right now and my future,. I can see Myra carrying our babies one day and Mia being a big sister.
I saw that shit the second she walked into the room at the clubhouse pleading her case.
I knew then and right now I’m even more sure.
I wrap my free hand around the back of Myra’s head and pull her to me, kissing her. She smiles and rests her face against my neck.
Life is pretty fucking perfect.
Chapter Six
Ryan
One Week Later
Today is the day I hope to end all of this shit with the Satan’s Rejects. We have a meeting with the President.
We’re meeting outside of our town in the middle of nowhere, because if shit goes bad then there won’t be any witnesses.
I want Myra and Mia to have a normal fucking life. It’s wearing on her more and more every day. The last straw was yesterday when a vehicle backfired and she panicked. I’ve never seen her that scared, even when she was shot at.
We hear the bikes before we see them and we stand, waiting. Butcher is behind us, pacing, ready for murder.
They pull up in front of us, trying to make a show by revving up their engines, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
These bikers are fucking pathetic. They would be lucky if we even allowed them to leave here alive.
I don’t take too fucking kindly to those I care about being threatened and neither do my brothers.
The President, named Diablo, gets off his bike, walking over to face us, and his members all pool around him.
It’s taking everything in my power to not just reach over and strangle him. It sickens every part of me to be in front of him.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
“What will it take to end your feud with Myra?” Kyle speaks up, stepping out slightly in front of us to show that he is our President.
Diablo looks at Kyle and then the rest of us. “One hundred thousand.”
I don’t even bother to stifle the laugh that escapes me. His eyes narrow on me and his guys reach for their guns.
“Something funny?” he asks.
I smirk, stepping out and standing next to Kyle. “You are fucking delusional if you think I’m going to pay you a dime. How about you end this shit before I end your fucking life, hmm?”
My brothers gather at my back, backing my words. I grin because I see the slight fear in his eyes. I arch an eyebrow, letting him know exactly that I know.
He looks from me to Kyle. “Where’s my son?”
“Dead,” Kyle deadpans, and we all laugh because all of the Rejects take a step back. Finally they realize that we’re not fucking around.
We