Read CHAOS (A Lords of Sin MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) Online
Authors: Aubrey Michelle
We were waiting until Delilah was born to get married. I promised myself that I wanted to be back down to my pre-pregnancy weight before I even started trying on wedding dresses. She was due the week of Thanksgiving, which isn’t good for anyone’s waistline, especially a pregnant woman. There was no way I was starting any dieting or exercising until after New Year’s. It would be too stressful going through the holidays with a newborn and a toddler while trying to watch my weight and plan special meals. Troy was very supportive of my decisions and told me I looked great no matter what weight I was.
The police department finally reassigned Matty’s position. Our new Sergeant was a woman, Sergeant Elizabeth Conner, from Sacramento. When she took over her new position, she immediately became acquainted with all of the local area MCs, but she took special interest in the Lords. She had an interesting way of looking at things. Instead of wanting to work against the MC, she wanted to work with them. She regularly came in to the lab to chit chat with me and talk about the biker culture. I couldn’t say she was a bad cop, not like Matty. He’d totally had me duped from day one. Sometimes when I look back on things, I realize how stupid I was. It only took Troy killing him for me to finally realize and figure things out.
Amber was still working with me, though she was no longer my assistant. She was now my equal, earning her qualifications as a medical examiner. Much to my surprise, she and Zipper didn’t work out. I thought they would, but after they got together, he didn’t see a future with her. She didn’t hang out with the club as much, but I still saw her on a regular basis. Christopher was so cute that she couldn’t get enough of him and babysat regularly for me. She had actually helped me quite a bit with setting up his room and some of the nursery. Delilah’s room had already been painted with a custom design before we officially moved in. I’d seen the most beautiful pattern of butterflies and cursive writing. Chaos and a few of the guys immediately went to work on that room while I was still packing at the old house.
The boys were coming in for lunch, covered in paint. Christopher—who didn’t even have a paintbrush—had paint all over his hands, clothes and face.
“How did he—”
“He was helpin’ me mommy. Isn’t that right?” he ruffled his hair.
“Uh-huh?”
“But I thought he was getting you a towel and some water. What happened to that?”
“Boys will be boys.” Chaos beamed a smile at Christopher, who smiled back at his daddy. Those two were like peas on a pod.
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Frantically, I dialed Troy’s phone as Christopher colored at the kitchen table. My water had broken and Amber was on her way over to babysit while I was in labor. My calls kept going to his voicemail. At a last ditch effort, I called Duke’s cell phone. Thankfully he picked up.
“Duke! You gotta tell Chaos to get home. I went into labor and my water broke. I need to get to the hospital right now!”
“Darlin’ I’m ‘fraid that’s not possible.”
“Why? What do you mean that’s not possible.” The tone in his voice made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach.
A long sigh came through the phone before he spoke again. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner, but all hell’s broken loose over here. Chaos was in a bad motorcycle accident. The bad news is he’s not comin’, but the good news, I guess, is he’s already there.”
“Duke, how am I going to get to the hospital? I don’t wanna call an ambulance.” My contractions were getting stronger by the minute and lasting a little longer with each pain that came.
“I’ll take you. Pack a bag or whatever you women do and I’ll drive you. Can you wait about 15 minutes? That’s how long it’ll take me to get there.”
Sure, I’ll just tell little Delilah to hold it in a big longer!
“Yeah, Duke. I’ll try. Hurry, please!”
My contractions hurt like hell. I laid on the couch, waiting for Amber to get there. At least once she got there, Christopher could show her all of his wonderful pictures instead of bringing them to me every five minutes. Don’t get me wrong—he’s the best damn colorer in the world! But right now, I needed to rest. I heard a car door slam shut in the driveway. In too much pain to get up, I laid there and prayed it was Amber. She bounded through the door like she was there to save the world—at least
my
world.
“Where’s Chaos?”
“At the…ohhhh….hospital.” The contractions were taking my breath away.
“Um, did you tell him that he has to take you there with him or it does no good?”
“He was in…ohhhh….God, a bike accident. But Duke…ohhhhh…shit! Said he’s gonna come pick me up.”
“Are you okay?” she stared at me like I was giving birth to the queen alien.
“I’m in fu….ohhhhh….cking labor! You tell me!” I started doing the breathing techniques that I’d learned in Lamaze class when I was pregnant with Christopher.
“Okay, I’m gonna color with Christopher. Let me know if you need anything.”
Poor girl. I think I scared her away.
I’d be scared of me too to be honest with you. A few minutes later I heard another car door slam, but this one sounded rusty. It had to be Duke. Before I could even tell Amber that he was there, he was already inside the house helping me off the couch.
“Slow down, Duke. It’s not going to come out this second! Let me cat….oooohhhh, fuck!…ch my breath.” He backed off, putting his hands in the air like I was the cops. After my contraction went away, he helped me up off the couch again.
Heading to the hospital in his dirty, stinky ass truck was a hoot. I kicked every beer bottle and Styrofoam cup out of the floorboard after I swept the seat clean so I could sit down in the truck. Warning him to drive carefully as every little bump hurt me like hell, he did the exact opposite and sped through all the lights like a fucking Tasmanian devil! I literally thought I was going to kill him on the way there. I do have to give him props though, he did get me there in record time—and in one piece. Pulling up to the hospital doors, he slammed on the brakes—damn near putting my through the windshield—and jumped out of the truck as he ran into the hospital hollering and hooting like a crazy man. When he returned, there were two men following him, one sporting a wheelchair. I don’t know what he said to them when he went inside, but the promptly yanked me out of the truck and took me straight to the fourth floor—labor and delivery. There was no stopping at the admissions desk or checking into the the E.R.
I told the nurses that my husband,
okay—I lied,
was in the hospital and he had to be there for the birth. After checking the computer, she saw that he was there and said she’d ask if he could be moved. Waiting impatiently, I struggled to fight the urge not to push. I refuse to give birth unless he’s in this room.
Come on, Raven. You can do it. Hold it out a little longer.
I really need to push. God, I feel like I need to go to the bathroom.
No girl, that’s the baby talking. Don’t do it. This is what it was like when you had Christopher.
I heard commotion outside my room in the hallway. Listening closely, I could hear some heated debate taking place.
That’s it! My last fucking nerve!
I snapped.
“Excuse me! Pregnant woman in here about to deliver solo! Wanna get your asses in here?”
A group of nurses and two doctors came running in the room.
“Get my husband now! I wanna have this baby but I’m not delivering until he’s in here.” I’d been clenching my teeth so long and so hard that they were beginning to ache.
“Mrs—” one doctor began. I presumed his doctor because it wasn’t my doctor.
“Get to it!” I snapped.
“I don’t think it’d be wise to move—”
“It won’t….ooooooohhhhh….. be wise for
you
if you don’t move him! I’ll get out……oooohhhhh fuucckkk, of this bed, walk right to his room and squat…….fuuuucccckkkk….. on his floor so he can witness his daughter being born if…….shiiiiiiiiitt……. that’s what it’s gonna take!”
My doctor looked his doctor right in his beady eyes and said, “She’s dead serious. You better get him up here or she’ll do it. I know her. I delivered her last baby—and they’re high to do with the Lords of Sin motorcycle club. There’s an old man out in the lobby.”
“Yes! Get….shhhoooohhhhfuuucccckkk, him!”
Within minutes, both Chaos and Duke were in my room.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
I looked over at the old man and told him he didn’t have to stay and watch me give birth. I’d only wanted him there for backup because the jackasses weren’t listening to me. He fervently nodded and vanished in to the hall.
“Babe, I’m so glad I’m here for you. Sorry about the accident. I was—”
“SHUT UP! Just SHUT…ooohhhhh…..UP! I need to push!”
My OBGYN got everyone in position and ready to go. Exactly 12 minutes later, Delilah Louise was born. A healthy baby girl weighing in at 6 pounds, 10 ounces. She was a tiny, cute, fussy little thing, just like her momma. After giving Chaos and me the opportunity to hold her, the nurses wheeled her off to the nursery to do some testing. At my request, they allowed Chaos and I to share a room until we were released. His bike accident was minor, no broken bones but he had large areas of road burn all over his arms, stomach and sides. His helmet had come off during the accident, so they were keeping him overnight for observation to ensure that his brain wouldn’t suffer from any swelling or other damage. Two days later, he walked Delilah and me out of the hospital and took us home so she could finally meet her big brother.
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CHAPTER 1
BEAST
How in the fuck did I get wrapped up in this shit? I may be involved in some pretty heavy stuff sometimes but what guy with a legit cut isn’t? The thing is, I’ve never had to lay a hand on someone who didn’t really fucking deserve it. Murder? That’s one thing I’ve never done. I’ve never killed a single fucking soul, but here I am, on the run from the pigs because they want to lock me in a cage for something I didn’t do. Fuck that. I’m no animal. If they want me, they’re going to have to catch me and I don’t intend to go down without a fight.
If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that my brothers have my back. I’ve been a patched member of the Coyotes of Mayhem motorcycle club for almost six years. In fact, I was just about to become Sergeant at Arms and I was going to be damn good at it too. I was born to be an enforcer and my time had come. It’s too late for all that now. All I can do is go on the run and hope I run faster than the pigs do.
I know I’m gonna have problems once I make it out of town. I don’t have any family except for my brothers in the club. They know I didn’t kill anyone, but we have no way of proving that. A couple of the prospects have asked if there are any girlfriends I can stay with until the heat dies down. All I could do is laugh. I’ve never been the relationship kind of guy. I’m more of a fuck her and leave her type. I doubt anything of the women I’ve banged would be willing to help me out. Fuck them. Who needs them anyway?
I’m sitting here with Stone while we try to figure out the next steps. Stone is the President of the club and he’s seen some shit in his days. This isn’t the first time he’s had to handle a fucked up situation and I’m hoping he has something up his sleeve.