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

the two of you would just go upstairs to fuck already. Fuck, ya'll are killing me." Rebel scratches the back of his neck, turning away from us pretending the photographer needs him.
    She follows Rebel uncomfortable with his words. "Are you going to watch him or not?"
    But it's true. If she'd give me one night to make things right she'd never want for anything again. I want to give her everything she has ever dreamed of, but there are things about me Baby doesn't know. She got a taste of what I like the night she walked in on me, but that night was tame compared to others.
    Aspen had come home for the weekend; I hadn’t seen her in months. We got to talking and drinking, we ended up in bed together. Baby just happened to walk in at the worst possible time. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me for that night.
    My attention is brought back to the present as Sunshine comes into the garage pushing the one thing that is most precious to me in his stroller, Colt.  Baby is back in the office and Sunshine is talking to Rebel. I take the opportunity to get a moment with my son. "Hey buddy, are you being good for Sunshine?"
    He stretches his tiny hand out to mine and wraps all of his fingers around my thick thumb. He babbles at me.  I scruff his red hair up a little and he reaches for me to pick him up.
    "I think he has your eyes," the model whom introduces herself as Kelli says rather observantly.
    "You think so?" I shrug, leaning down to pick Colt up. It's the first time anyone has told me that, it makes my heart swell with pride and tears. I wish I could introduce him as my son.
    "Yeah, you are both handsome," she winks at me. I think she is trying to flirt with me, but I don't even care now, that I have my boy to myself for a minute. “How old is he?” She questions making light conversation.
    “He’s about...” I pause adding it up in my head. “I’d say he is seven months now.”
    Right about the time I am turning to walk away from Kelli, Baby steps out from the office having heard Colt giggling no doubt.  She stalks towards me with that look on her face that tells me it pains her to see us together. Baby holds her hands open, she plasters a fake smile on for Colt as she squeals, "come to momma, baby boy."
    "I was just telling your old man here how much his boy looks like him." Kelli smiles at Baby trying to be friendly and make polite conversation.
    "He's not my old man, and he is not his father," Baby sneers at her, jerking Colt from my hold. Baby is a good mom. I'll give her that. You can tell Colt is well taken care of he always has a smile on his face. He has Baby's light skin and red hair but other than that, the kid is me made over.
    “Punishing me isn’t going to bring him back ya know.” I know it’s a low blow, but it is true. Baby holds me responsible for Trouble’s death and a part of me does too, but I know I can’t change it and he’d want her to be happy. He would want her to be with me; why else would he have said and done, what he did in the moment that changed so many things. Tears well up in the corners of Baby’s eyes, fuck, I scratch my neck, I did not mean to make her cry. I just wanted to show her how unreasonable she is being.
    Kelli looks to me and I just shake my head and leave Baby to pay her for the day. I don't know how much more I can take of watching my son from the shadows.
    Baby
    I don't know why I allow my father to torture me by forcing me to manage the garage.  He acts all innocent but I know he has some weird idea that Striker and I somehow belong together, who would have thought he’d be playing matchmaker.  Striker has had plenty of chances to prove to me that he wanted to be a dad. He blew them all. I never dreamed that Striker would hurt me the way he has. Growing up he was always there for me, promising me the world if I wanted it, until he met Aspen.
    I never knew I could feel the way I do about him, I love him and hate him with every breath he takes. He gave me