Man of the House(137)

He came over to me and wrapped an arm around my waist as we looked down at Alexei.

“Our kid,” he said.

“I know,” I answered softly. “We’ll have more soon.”

“Hey,” he said, and I looked at him.

He held up a little black box.

“Vince,” I said.

“Listen to me,” he said. “I want to make this real. Be my wife.”

“Okay,” I said, laughing. “Okay.”

He opened the box, and the ring was incredible. I slipped it onto my finger and felt something deep inside me.

It was contentment. I was happy, safe, and content.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.” He kissed me hard.

I was going to marry the bastard who’d gotten me pregnant. I never thought I’d end up with him, but I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Because Vince was perfect. Dirty, smart, sexy, exciting, and a great father. We had a comfortable life in the compound, and hopefully one day we’d get a house of our own.

But for now, I was happy. I couldn’t ask for more. I had friends in Nat and Louisa, and I had my family.

After everything, I had finally come home.

In Vince’s arms, with Alexei playing nearby and another baby growing inside me, I was home.





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Biker’s Claim: A Bad Boy MC Romance





Prologue: Janine





War was tearing the whole city apart.

That was my life back then.

I wasn’t owned, not exactly. But I owed the man who took me in as a kid and raised me as his own everything. I couldn’t betray him, even when every fiber in my body wanted to.

My father wanted me to stay far, far away from him.

He said Clutch wasn’t the type of man for me.

I completely disagreed.

And in the night when I could hear Clutch’s bike tearing up the sky, roaring down the road toward me, I knew exactly what I wanted.

He was tall, ripped, and dangerous. The tattoos that snaked up his body only hinted at the strength inside him.

An enforcer, a man with a dark past. He wasn’t right for me, but he made everything feel so good.

My father was right, at least partially. Clutch was cocky, an asshole, and loved to tease me. His skin brushed up against my neck as he whispered in my ear.

Ditch the fucking panties, girl, he whispered. I want to feel your soaking skin begging for more.

Anybody could have seen us, and my father was not the type of man to be crossed, not at all.

But Clutch wasn’t the type to walk away from what he wanted.

Torn apart, ripped to shreds. Stuck between the club I owed my life to and the man I wanted to give my body to.

I could see Clutch’s delicious grin in the dark.

What are you waiting for? Spread those legs. Give me what I want.

Chills ran down my spine, and that was exactly what I did.





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Janine





I owed my life to Larkin Yates.

Not in one of those metaphorical ways, either. Some people said they owed their life to someone when that person just did something nice for them.

No, not in this case. Larkin Yates saved my life in a very real way. Without him, I’d be dead, sure as anything in this world.

I was just a little girl when I first met him. Larkin was one of my daddy’s friends, one of the tough men who smiled tender at me while they rode their loud bikes around the city. Larkin and my daddy, they went way back. They knew each other as kids and were as close as could be.

Which was why it took Larkin so long to put a bullet in Daddy’s head.

I still remembered that night and always would. I was ten years old. Ever since I could remember, Daddy was a violent man, a drinker. He had a temper and was famous for it. Daddy got in fights all over town, but nobody thought twice about that. If you were a biker, you were practically expected to drink too much and to get in a fight or two.

But Daddy took it all too far; he always did. He started hitting my mom when I was around six or seven. I could still vaguely remember the sounds they’d make, the yelling and the screaming, and eventually the crying as Daddy went too far and beat mom down to a pulp.