Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) Read Free Page A

Brain and Duke had gotten through, and then the other brothers, but I’d kept it to them. The MC was my family now, and this family would shoot back if someone pulled a gun on them.
    And now I was head-over-heels crazy over two little people I’d only seen one picture of, and I cared whether their aunt lived or died because she’d become their mother figure. Three people I didn’t even know, and I’d kill for them.
    I walked into the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror, and didn’t like what I saw — a man who didn’t give a fuck.
    I went to the kitchen junk drawer, found some scissors, and returned to the bathroom to try to at least even my beard up. I pulled my wild hair into a ponytail and looked for jeans with no rips or tears. The first shirt I found said, “Blah, Blah, Blah. Go the fuck away.” The next said, “Fuck with me and I fuck back.” I finally found a black tee with no writing on it, and sat to lace my boots.
    I’d get to the park before them so they didn’t see me riding up on a loud Harley. I didn’t know if my kids would be impressed or scared, and I wasn’t taking a chance on the latter.
    I heard Brain’s bike coming from miles away, and I was waiting for them outside when they pulled into my driveway.
    Harmony pulled her helmet off as she walked toward me, and grabbed me in a full hug. She held me tight as she said, “You’re alive again, Gonzo. I’m so happy to see you like this.”
    She backed away and I said, “Wasn’t dead.”
    “Yeah, you kinda were, but that’s okay. I spent some time being emotionally dead, too. You weren’t really alive, just kind of pretending to be.”
    I turned toward my bike as I put my helmet on. “Put yours back on. I’d like to get there before them.”
    “This isn’t a war,” said Brain. “Holding territory first isn’t going to matter today.”
    “Her dad’s a Marine and he’ll be there. I need every advantage I can muster.”
    Brain nodded. “We’ll follow you.”
    A million thoughts went through my mind as we rode. I remembered the busted condom, knew it was possible I’d gotten her pregnant. Plus, the kids looked like me — and Clara and Nicky — and apparently can see in the dark.
    The question that kept going through my mind was why she’d only had sex with me. She’d written my name down. She’d known it was me. She’d just been another piece of ass to me, but had she felt something for me? Did it matter?
    I’d gone to Horse’s property to change and run last night, and then gone home and driven myself crazy with questions the rest of the night. About three this morning I’d hit a tree in my back yard until my knuckles looked like she would expect them to look, and then I’d driven to WalMart and looked through the toy department until I found things I thought four year olds might enjoy. I bought five water guns in various garish colors, a big ball we could roll to each other on the grass, and a smaller one in case they could handle tossing one back and forth. I didn’t want to risk pissing the aunt off if she didn’t allow candy, so I bought grapes, raisins, oranges, and plums. It’s a bitch to not know what your own children might want to eat.
    Brain had done some research for me and I now knew where she lived, and that her father wasn’t just a Sergeant in the Marines but the Sergeant Major of the Marines. She is, indeed, a research scientist for a pharmaceutical company, but they’re headquartered in New York and don’t seem to have offices in Chattanooga.
    At any rate, she had substantial college funds started for them already, and had them in a preschool that feeds into one of the local elite private schools. She’d gone to Stanford on a full scholarship and had graduated with honors, so it was clear education was important to her.
    One sister was a super-success and the other a dismal failure.
    And now I was riding my bad-ass motorcycle through town with a big green sparkly plastic ball strapped to the