Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4) Read Free

bike, head thrown back, back arched, knees bent—just thinking of her lying on my bed in that position is sending my mind places. That is until I hear her voice—Baby is here, like I could forget her. Grim made her the manager over the garage. I suppose he has sensed the tension between Baby and me. Nevertheless, it has been three months and twenty-five days since I broke her heart for the last time. I have been trying to make it up to her every day since. I fucked up royally. Not like, it is a shocker, but I have managed to stay sober, so that is something in my favor.
    "Good morning Rebel." She kisses him on the cheek and glares in my direction. Shit, I didn't even do anything to her it's only nine A.M. Damn it, she must have heard Rebel telling me to stop salivating over the model. Baby continues walking to the office. I can't help but stare at her ass until she disappears behind the door, slamming it shut with more force than necessary. She does look good this morning. Having Colt did her body good, not that she'd let me find out just how much good it has really done for her.
    All lot of shit has changed this past year. After the fed scare with Lucky and all of the manure that went down with Rush and the Rejects, Grim is taking the club in a new direction—we are going straight. He and Romeo found an investor who can give us the capital and credentials to make our moonshine legal. Grim and Romeo are gone now to a meeting in Tennessee to work out the logistics. I won't have much to do with that side of things the garage is my responsibility. Rebel will have to deal with the shine business. 
    Having Baby here all of the time is becoming a real distraction. I am pathetic, I have her every move down to a science. I know how often she goes to the bathroom for Christ sake. Trying to push her out of my mind, I take out my sketchpad and work on the paint design for a custom chopper we are building for a weekend warrior.
    I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on Baby, it was the night she was born, it sounds strange, but at the age of four, I knew I already loved her and that I would do anything to protect her. My father came rushing through the door shouting for my mother. He was holding a wailing baby in his arms; she was bloody and screaming so loud. Rebel was scared of the blood, but not me, I knew she needed me.  As my mother cradled her and cooed over her, I stood watching over her. I vowed to myself then and there that I would always protect her.
    For the first few months, I remember waking up to check on her every night. She was a sad baby; it was as though she knew her mother was gone and never going to hold her. Grim deserted her too, he couldn't bear to look at her, every time he saw her, he'd get this far off sad look in his eyes.
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    Baby walks past my brother and I ignoring my existence, which will be harder for her to do in a few weeks when we have to get together to go over the budget, inventory, and the schedule.
    Baby stops and turns to Rebel. "Are you and Rumor going to keep Colt next weekend, I have a date."
    I roll my eyes at her blatant attempt to make me jealous. "I could keep him." I offer knowing it will piss her off, but I really would love to get to know him better.
    Colt is a very sore subject for me. Baby has refused to allow me any contact with him, other than the occasional visit he pays to my mom's house. Foxie keeps him for Baby when Sunshine or Rumor can't. No one knows he is my son and it kills me. Rumor and Rebel have their suspicions but I won't betray Baby again. If and when the time comes that she will let me in, I don't want to give her anything to hold against me, more than she already has. The kid barely knows who I am, let alone the fact that I am his true father.
    "I wasn't talking to you was I?" She scoffs and picks invisible lint from her jeans. God I love when she wears those jeans, they hug her ass and hang low on her hips exposing just a hint of her creamy skin.
    "I wish