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I flinch at his mention of the club. I haven’t seen any of them since I left with the kids, even though they are only twenty minutes away from where I now live. I text Adele and Una but that is the extent of things.
“They have done something to Nigel. Now where the fuck is he?”
“I don’t know. Please, let me go. Nigel left me. He told me he’d had enough of being with someone as weak as me,” I plead.
His grip tightens on my hair, making me cry out.
“Shut it, bitch,” he snarls. “He was always too good for you and those bastard kids.”
My blood freezes at the mention of my children. Alan and his family have never liked being around us. They said I trapped Nigel when I got pregnant with twins, and that he would have had a great career if not for me. That man never worked a day in his life. I was ill while pregnant, and I worked up until I was thirty-six weeks pregnant because he refused to help. He wasn’t even there when they were born; he was at a rugby match with his family.
“I will find out where my brother is, and I swear to fuck, if he is hurt, orworse, I will come for you and those brats. I’ll make you bleed like the stuffed pig you are and will have those little piglets squealing in pain.”
He pushes me forward, and I barely have time to stop myself from face-planting the metal shelf. My body shakes with fear as I watch him walk away. He doesn’t look back, thankfully.
My cheeks are wet from crying. My body feels tired and shaky as I dry my face. Calming myself, I smooth down my uniform.
A thought suddenly occurs to me, and I look to the security camera that’s focused on this very aisle. I wonder why no one came to help me.
Alan must have got to someone who works here. He’s a snake in long grass, always hiding behind his loan shark boss. He must have had help getting to me.
I walk to the back of the store and into the staff room to gather myself. Splashing cold water on my face, I think over what my life has been like for the last few years. It has been filled with fear, coldness, and lonely times, even with the kids with me.
Breathing in deeply, I calm my rapidly beating heart and correct my make-up, before walking back to the floor to finish my job.
Pushing all thoughts of Nigel and Alan out of my head, I pray that he will forget about me. My hopes are dashed a few days later, leaving me no choice but to go and ask for help.
CHAPTER THREE
SOLO
Tilting the glass in my hand, I let the amber liquid flow down my throat. There is a party at the clubhouse, as per fucking usual. The guys are living it up with the drinking and the fucking. Boost is in the corner getting his dick sucked by one of the club girls while Woody fucks her from behind.
Shaking my head, I laugh at the pair. They have been fucking women together for years. I doubt they ever fuck a woman on their own. It must be their thing.
Kink is kissing Adele while she sits on his lap, and the sight makes my heart pang with want and need. It’s seeing shit like this, and not only in the club but outside, that makes me wish Elsie was here.
My gaze moves to Dutch and Una, and I smile. It’s good to see their happiness after the shit-storm they went through to finally get to a place where they could admit what they wanted. He was a cunt to her in the beginning, but he pulled his fat head outof his arse and took what he wanted. Still, it makes me laugh thinking of how she made him beg to make things up to her.
Pres calls the room to attention.
“Okay, listen up, fuckers,” Pres bellows, and everyone quietens down.
“Being thepresidentof this club comes with a fuck-ton of responsibility, trust, and respect. Being ahusband,anold man,comes with great responsibility. Being afathercomes with great responsibility. We may not be blood, even though we have spilled plenty, but we are family. When Dutch came to me and gave me the news, it made me feel old as fuck, but my heart felt full.
“You all make up the Royal Bastards MC. You all play a part. Now, withInked Royalup and running, more money is coming in. Plus, over the last few weeks,Royal Peacehas helped over twenty women get out of their abusive relationships. We, the Royal Bastards MC, are growing, and we will dominate in the places we need to. I am motherfucking proud to wear this patch and call you all my family. Now, with all that soppy shit out of the way, over to my son, Dutch.”
My father, my president, embraces my blood brother. They smile proudly at each other as Una steps up to them both.
“Like Pres, I’m not one to lay it on thick with the mushy bullshit, but I am fucking proud to be a Royal Bastard. I bleed for this club, as I know you will bleed for me. Now, you will bleed for my wife, Una. My old lady, my fucking world.”
The volume of the cheers in the room climbs high with excitement. An announcement is coming our way. I have hadmy thoughts on what they will be informing us about, but it was their news to share, so I kept my mouth shut.
Una looks to my brother with so much love, it causes my chest to tighten, because as hard as I am, I want that. I want a love like theirs.
An image of a smiling Elsie pops into my head, but it clears when Dutch breaks the news.
“You, my brothers.” Dutch looks to Kink and me. We each give him a chin lift, with a grin in place. “You will now bleed for my child. Una is pregnant. Fourteen weeks.”
