“They’re fine. Morgan’s not feeling well. He won’t be going anywhere.” I tell him. He can’t take my key into Eliot’s heart again. Everything will be ruined if I don’t have Morgan with me. He’s going to be the one that brings us back together. I need the kid. He’s my ticket to the man I loves heart and I’ll use it.
“You’ve had him locked in that room since he was fucking born Megan. I’ve tried to get him out, but there’s always something going on with him. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t want anything to do with him. He’s a good kid that you just see as a burden. Give him to his father so he can have a decent life. Fuck let me take care of him. You’re not mother material, and you never will be.” He’s right, but I’ll never admit that. I’ll fake being a mother in front of Eliot. That’s who I really want. I just needed to get on Venom’s good side so I could take his club from him and rule over it with Eliot.
“You don’t know that. He’s sick. He’s not been feeling well lately. I’m taking him to the doctor later today. I love my son and my daughters with every fiber of my being. How could you say something like that to me?” Always go with the guilt trip. It works every single time.
“I’m sorry babe. I’ve had a stressful day so far. I know you love the kids. I’m sorry. Come here and give me some lovin’.” He says. I knew it would work. It always does. I make my way over towards him, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips. He is good in the sack. He has a nice cock. Thick and long. He pushes back his chair and starts rubbing his cock through his jeans.
“Oh, baby. You know what that does to me.” I purr. I drop to my knees as soon as I make it over to him. Within moments, I have his belt undone, button unsnapped, and his zipper down. I reach my hand in his pants and pull his cock out, before taking it into my mouth.
“Megan. Yeah baby. Right fucking there.” He stands up and places his hands on the back of my head. He’s about to show me who’s in control, but he doesn’t know that it’s me that’s in control. However, I love it when he loses control and fucks my face. His hands tighten in my hair, and he starts thrusting his hips back and forth, faster and faster. I’m gagging and choking on his cock, but I fucking love it, but he loves it more. My nose reaches his pelvis, and he blows his load down my greedy throat. He’s fucking great at sex. “Get your ass up here and sit on my cock.”
Making my way up his body, I grab his gun without him knowing. He lifts my skirt up and sinks me right onto his cock. “Oh, fuck!” Just because I plan to kill him, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his dick one last time. I start to ride him faster and harder. He lifts me up and down, slamming me down on his cock. A few more strokes and I’m catching my release. A few thrusts later, he’s catching his. While he’s in the throes of passion, I take the butt of the gun and bring it down on his temple. Effectively killing him. I’ve read up on where to hit someone in the temple to kill them. I couldn’t use the gun because the noise would draw attention that I didn’t need. I may have some men that are loyal to me, but it’s none of the executive members.
I rush out of the office and towards Morgan’s room. It’s time to go home and take what’s been mine for twelve years.
Trigger
Jackson runs towards Hannah as she lets out a loud moan. “What’s wrong?” He’s freaking out, unsure what to do. Is this what happens with first time dads, or does it happen with every pregnancy?
“The baby. She’s coming.” Hannah pants out, effectively springing everyone into motion. “Damn it! I wanted food.” She starts crying. “Jackson! Snap the fuck out of it!” Hannah moans out in pain. He’s stuck in place. Her emotions are giving me whiplash.
“Damn it son! Your daughter is ready to make her arrival into the world and you’re going into shock! Let’s get her to the car. The hospital bag is already in there. Someone slap the sense back into my son.” Robert, Jackson’s dad says. Rita walks over and stands in front of her son. She brings her palm back and slaps his face. He snaps out of his stupor, lifts Hannah up bridal style in his arms, and rushes to their SUV.
“We’ll meet you at the hospital.” He yells out as he turns the corner of the clubhouse.
“You handle this. Meet us at the hospital when it’s done.” Westyn says. Everyone leaves and makes their way to the hospital to wait for the arrival of the new member to the Angel Crew. I turn my attention back to the woman that was supposed to be dead for twelve years. I walk over to the door and right past her towards the bar.
“You have five minutes to explain this shit.” I snarl. I grab a beer and take a seat at a table in the room. Megan and the kid sit in front of me. I take the time to study the kid. He’s got my same black hair, my brown eyes and my nose. He looks like I did at his age. He can’t be more than eleven or twelve. She not only faked her death, but she had a kid. My kid. I’ve heard Ali and Hannah talking about reading books about men who lose the ‘one’ and they come back some time later with a kid and the dude takes the woman back. I’d be the same damn way if she would have told me about it all those years ago, but too much time has passed, and I don’t think I’d ever get pass that.
“This is Morgan. He’s your son. It’s hard to deny that. He’s your twin.” She starts. “Twelve years ago, my parents decided to up and move. I later found out that they owed some very powerful people money. I thought we were moving to get away from them. I was sorely mistaken. They moved because they sold me to the family. Their son was next to take over and needed an heir. At the time I didn’t know I was pregnant, and when I found out, my parents tried to make me get rid of it. However, my husband decided to let me keep it because it was good leverage. With him holding my baby over my head, he could keep me in line.” Husband?
“You’re fucking married?” I roar out. “You should have came to me! We could have helped you! You left. I went to your house and found a note telling me that you snuck out the night before and were killed in a hit and run. I was shattered. Yet here you are, alive and fucking breathing. You couldn’t have found a way to let me know that you were alive. You couldn’t find a way to tell me I had a fucking kid!?” I’ve missed twelve years of his life. How am I going to make up for that? Damn it! If she came back to get back together, she’s mistaken.
“I was under constant supervision. If I were to try anything they would have killed, not only Morgan, but myself. I couldn’t let that happen. My hands were tied Eliot.” She says.
“Trigger. You don’t get to call me Eliot any longer. Why the fuck are you here now?” I snarl.
“I need you to keep us safe. I managed to get away, but they will come for us.” She pleads. You have got to be shitting me. She wants me to fucking help her. I’ll help my kid, but she’s on her own. Fuck me. I can’t even do that. I’m a prick sometimes, but not big enough of a prick to make the mother of my child fend for herself.
“I have to bring it to the club. As of right now, you’re under my watch. Wherever I go, you go until I talk to the club. Now, get your shit. We’re going to the hospital. My niece is being born and fuck if I’m missing that because of you.” She looks like she’s about to argue, but I turn to my son. “Hey kid. Sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I would have been if I knew you existed. You’ll be safe with me.”
“She told me you died overseas. She said that my dad was a Marine that was killed in action.” Morgan tells me. I turn my seething gaze to Megan. She doesn’t even look sorry for what she’s done. Is any of what she told me even true? If she lied to me about my son for twelve years, what makes me think she wouldn’t lie to me about this.
“Why don’t you go over and get a drink from the bar. The prospect will get you any nonalcoholic drink you want.” I say without taking my gaze from a smug looking Megan. Once he’s gone, I sit down. “Care to explain that shit to me?” I can tell she’s thinking of a lie to come up with, but I put a stop to that shit before it spews out of her mouth. “Don’t fucking lie to me either. I’m not the same boy you knew twelve years ago. I will take your ass to court and get that boy, and you won’t have any contact with him.”
“You won’t win. It’s a mothers state.” She gloats.
“I can and I will. Test me. I fucking dare you to test me. It may be a mother’s state, but I have my ways and you don’t want to see them. When did you become such a conniving bitch?” I question. I don’t recognize the woman sitting in front of me. She’s a completely different person. She’s going to have to be watched closely if the club lets her stay here. There’s no way my son will get the boot, but this bitch will.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the same person I’ve always been Eliot. I told him you were killed in action because he kept asking why he didn’t look like my husband. He kept asking why he doesn’t look like his other siblings. Why his father didn’t want anything to do with him. So, I told him the truth. Well, half of the truth. I told him that who he thought was his father wasn’t really his father. That his father was someone from my past that went into the military and never made it back.” She informs me. Her other children aren’t here, so they must not be in that much danger. With every word that came out of her mouth, I got more and more pissed. I have noticed that she hasn’t told me who this husband of hers is.
“Care to enlighten me on who your husband is. If you have other children, why are they not here with you. This man must not be as big a threat as you make him out to be if you trust him with your other children. I hate to tell you, but your story is sounding more and more like bullshit you’re just spewing to get what you want. I can tell you this though, if you get the boot from the club,myson will not be going with you.” I snarl.
“You’re not keeping him from me. If he’s here so am I. If I leave, he goes with me. I can’t tell you who my husband is, and I won’t.” She says. My eyes flash dangerously, and my breathing becomes harsher. She thinks that she can just walk in here and control shit. Hell no. This is not how this works. She’s nothing but scum on the bottom of my shoe. She lied about dying, and then she lied about my son. Who knows what else she’s fucking lying about. I tend to find out though. She’s not going to like me when I find out the truth. I can feel it. She’s saying what she thinks will help her get whatever it is she came here for. It won’t be happening.
“You have one minute to fucking tell me, or I swear on everything, you can walk your happy ass right out that door.Withoutmy son.” I say calmly. My anger has reached its maximum compacity. I’m now at the calm anger and that’s not good for anyone.
“My husband is Venom. He’s the President of the Fallen Devils, MC. I have three children with him. They’re perfectly safe with their father. I’ll get them out when the time is right. I have people on the inside watching over them until I can get them out.” Fuck me. The fucking Fallen Devils. They deal in human trafficking, prostitution, drug trafficking, and extortion. This is more fucked than I thought.