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The Biker's Baby
Glenna Maynard
Copyright © 2022 by Glenna Maynard
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Contents
The Biker’s Baby
Suggested Reading Order
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
Epilogue
Dear Reader,
Playlist
About Glenna
Loving The Biker
The Biker’s Bunny
Acknowledgments
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The Biker’s Baby
Karma
Trouble always finds me or more like I find it. I did a bad thing and two people paid the price. I have nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run to except Charleston, WV. I run fast and hard into the arms of a man who thinks he can save me. I was born bad, and I’ll die that way too, but Hound sees the good in me. The woman he thinks I can be. He’s determined to bind me to him in every way possible. Stopping at nothing to make me his including getting me pregnant on purpose.
Hound
I knew Karma was meant to be my Ol’ Lady the moment I met her. She’s wild and fearless. The kind of woman you’ll move heaven and hell to protect and claim for your own. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine. I won’t stop until I see my ink on her skin, my ring on her finger, and her belly swollen with my child.
The Biker’s Baby is a standalone Royal Bastards MC Charleston, WV story that crosses over with Royal Harlots MC Wilmington, NC.
However, for best enjoyment this series should be read in order.
Suggested Reading Order
The Biker’s Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
Bewitching The Biker
The Biker’s Cherry
Claiming The Biker
The Biker’s Baby
Loving The Biker
The Biker’s Bunny
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.
TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.
NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.
Chapter one
Archer won’t look me in the eyes. He crosses his ankles and hangs his head in shame. As he should.
“You truly expect me to do this?”
“It’s not just about me. He says he has information…evidence against Mona in the disappearance of her ol’ man.”
“And if I sleep with him, he’s going to forget your debt and leave the Harlots alone?” He can’t be for real. Carlos Sanchez is a man who doesn’t make deals, nor does he make idle threats. He loves his guns and his drugs. He loves his vices a little too much. A little too hard. What he loves most though is money and power. I know better than to make a move against the man. I value my life and know he could make me disappear without a trace if he wanted. Guns and drugs aren’t the only black-market items he deals in. Carlos has his hands in the skin trade. I don’t want to wake up in a foreign country on a table somewhere having my organs harvested or being pimped out.
He’s got his hooks into the Royal Harlots, the all-female motorcycle club I’m a member of. Our club President, Mona, got into debt with Carlos Sanchez’s father years ago. A piece of vital information I wasn’t privy to when I became a prospect. It wasn’t until I earned my patch that I learned we launder money through our bar, Buzz’s for him and on occasion we also hold his product for him. We don’t however get involved with his skin trade that I’m aware of.
When I got with Archer, I had no fucking idea he was in deep with this shit too. He fucking deals for Sanchez and has somehow managed to get himself into debt to the tune of twenty-five grand.
“It’s one night then things can go back to how they’ve always been.”
That’s the problem though. I don’t know if I want things to return to normal. I’ve not been happy for some time. Things between us are strained, but I also don’t wish him dead.
“One night?”
His head lifts and his eyes lighten at my question. He leaves his stool, coming to me where I stand in his kitchen leaning against the counter by the fridge. Looking at Archer no one would ever think he’d be the type of man I’d go for, but he won me over with his jokes and teddy bear hugs. I love a man with a good sense of humor. He’s on the chubby side and has what some might refer to as a dad bod. I met him at Buzz’s when I started prospecting to join Harlots and he was the weekend bouncer. I’d worn off men, but he wore me down. Now here we are.
“So, you’ll do it?”
“Sounds like I don’t have much of a choice.” Chill bumps fan over my arms as the weight of what I’m about to do settles in the depths of my gut. I’m going to spend one night with a fucking drug lord to save Archer’s hairy ass. I’ve lost my mind. “One night and your debt to him is wiped clean?”
“Fuck, Karma. I’m sorry. I have no place asking you to do this.”
“Yeah, well you didn’t fuck him over on purpose right?”
“I swear to you I had no idea that Kip was gonna pull that shit.”
“And no one knows where Kip is?”
Archer scratches the back of his neck and stares at his feet again before pulling a photo out of his back pocket and handing it to me. It’s a polaroid from an older instant camera. I stare at the photo. It’s a picture of Kip laying lifeless in a shallow grave with a hole between his eyes. Maggots are crawling out of his open mouth. His bloated tongue hanging out. Bile rises from my gut to the back of my throat. I put a palm to my mouth and drop the photograph.
“Was laying in the driver’s side seat of my truck this morning after my meeting with the boss and he told me his terms.”
“You could leave town. I’ve got a little money.”
He shakes his head. “I’m under watch. Think a man like him doesn’t have eyes and ears all around? This is personal to him, Karma.”
“When?”
“He’s sending a car for you. It’ll be here within the next hour.”
“Let me make sure I’ve got this straight. You delegated to Kip, and he took the supply and or the money? Sanchez says if I spend one night with him, you’re free to go but if I refuse, he’ll kill you. Do I have this right?”
“I know it’s a big ask.”
“A big ask.” I scoff. “You do realize I’ll more than likely have to fuck him, right?”
His cheeks redden. “He went into great detail. Wants me to think about how he’s had you when I look at you. Wants me to know he’s had his dick down your throat.”
“And I’m expected to just go along with this? You’re going to be okay with it?”
“You can say no.”
I know what will happen. Either way I’m going to lose him but at least one choice leaves him breathing.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can do this. One night for Archer’s life.
Archer moves in, his thick arms moving around me, dropping his forehead to mine. “We’ll get through this. I swear it. I’ll never fuck up again. I know what I have with you. I don’t want to lose you.”
All I can do is nod because if I open my mouth, I don’t know what will come out, but I’m sure it will be a string of expletives.
I swallow down the hateful words I want to hurl at him. I bite back my disgust at the situation. “I need a shot.”
“I gotta joint. Wanna smoke?”
I lick my lips and nod. I could go for something stronger. Beggars can’t be choosers so I’ll take what I can get.
The sleek blacked out town car arrives at a beach house. I was expecting an estate with guard dogs and armed men patrolling the grounds. I’ve never been on a… I don’t know what to call tonight. Is it a date? A meeting? Whatever it is. I’ve never done this type of thing before. We pull into a garage. Guess he can’t have anyone see his negotiated booty for ransom call arriving.
The lock disengages and the goon who picked me up from Archer’s opens the back passenger door. I eye his designer suit wondering if it’s part of the job. A uniform of sorts.
“Boss is waiting for you. Go on
“Right.” I step out of the car and into the garage. I glance around and wonder if it’s a safehouse or something. There’s nothing in here other than the goon, me, and the car.
If Archer sent me here to be murdered, I’m going to haunt him till his dying day.
I open the door that leads into a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and opens into the living room.
There he is leaned back in an armchair smoking a cigar.
Carlos Sanchez isn’t an ugly man. Dark tan skin. Even darker hair slicked back. Eyes so brown they appear black framed with thick lashes that should be illegal for any man to be gifted with. His face is smooth other than a mustache that would look pervy on any other man but suits him well. He’s not kind from what I know of him. I’m certain that pure ice runs through the man’s veins. His lips pucker around the cigar and he takes a hard puff before waving me over.
“Hello, Astrid. Do you mind if I call you Astrid?”
My stomach drops. He knows my real name. “Only my family uses that name.”
“Very well. Karma, is it?”
I lift my chin and take in my surroundings. Definitely a safehouse. There’s minimal furniture and no décor.
“I’m going to assume you know about Archer’s situation.”
“He informed me.”
“Let’s talk. Please sit.” He puts a hand to his thigh and pats it like one of those creepy Santa Claus weirdoes at the mall who wants you to be a good girl and tell him what you want for Christmas.
I move further into the room, leaning a hip against the granite breakfast bar. We are quite the poster for polar opposites. Him in his suit, no jacket, sleeves pushed up to show off his veiny forearms void of any ink, donning an expensive watch. Me with my leather jacket, Harley tee, ripped jeans, and black boots. I’m a biker bitch who drinks moonshine and smokes pot. He’s money and bourbon.
“I’m listening.”
“What’s a woman like you doing with a piece of shit like Archer?”
“How do you know what kind of woman I am? Maybe Archer is too good for me.” We both know that’s a lie, but I say it anyway.
“He fucked me over and I don’t take kindly to that.”
“I imagine not.”
“He’s got quite the habit and he’s not loyal. More trouble than he’s worth. Do you honestly think he’s worth the trouble? Do you think he actually cares for you? He’s willing to sell your skin to save his own ass. Did he tell you that this was his idea or that it was mine?”
His words freeze my blood. Willing to sell your skin. When I hear it put that way—he’s not wrong. Was it Archer’s idea?
I stare at the impassive expression Carlos wears. It’s almost grim. Is this man toying with me? Taunting me into submission.
“Is that the price of his freedom and Mona’s?”
“What’s Mona have to do with this?”
“Archer said…” I start but stop. “What exactly did Archer offer you in return for wiping his debt clean?”
“Your body. Said I could fuck you or sell you. My choice but either way you’d come to me willingly.”
Archer won’t have to worry about Carlos. I’m going to kill him myself.
“I don’t have to pay for pussy, but I confess that the thought of that fat fuck knowing that every time he looks at you after tonight, I’ve been deep inside you. That I came in your mouth and that he can no longer have you. This will be his punishment while he works off what he owes me. He doesn’t deserve you.”
“And you do?”
“That’s to be determined. However, I could think of a worse fate for you besides becoming my mistress and my eyes and ears with the Harlots. Asher isn’t the only one stealing from me. Someone’s been skimming. I need you to prove it.”
“Right.” I shrug off my jacket. “I’m done with this conversation. Let’s just get this over with.”
Carlos puts his cigar out in a glass that sits on the table next to his chair. “Follow me.”
Chapter two
The black town car drops me at the end of the street. I do my walk of shame at five in the morning. I didn’t fuck Carlos, but I did give him a blowjob. He said we can ease into our relationship.
Bile has burned in the back of my throat since he took off his pants.
Disgust shrouds me as I choke back my tears. I never thought I’d be reduced to sucking another man’s dick for money. That’s basically what this is. I’m a glorified prostitute. I did what I had to more for my club than Archer. I need Carlos to trust me. And to gain his trust I had to play his game. Suck his cock and pretend to like it.
I enter the house. The front door is unlocked and the Tv is turned up loud.
Archer must be in bed. Guess he can sleep peacefully now that I saved his ass.
I grab a bottle of vodka off the counter and chug in a poor attempt to forget.
I hear a noise coming from down the hall. At first, I think maybe Archer is on the phone or has the other television on, but the closer I get to the closed bedroom door, the more a bad vibe creeps over me.
Like maybe he has someone in there with him.
“I fuckin’ knew it,” I mutter and suck in a beath. Every nerve in my body is frayed. I don’t want to believe it but here we are. There’s no denying what I’m hearing.
“Oh yes,” I hear the dirty cunt moaning.
“You like that? Love this big cock, don’t you?” He growls.
Knots twist in my stomach. My blood boils as my rage continues to build, bubbling in my veins like pure venom. I just lowered myself to being a fucking whore for this piece of shit. Archer’s baseball bat he normally keeps at the bar is conveniently placed outside the bedroom door.
I kick the bedroom door open and there they are. My best friend and the man I thought I could maybe tolerate going at it. Fucking like rabbits. “I trusted you,” I scream at them before bringing his baseball bat down on his spine. “I’m going to kill you!”
“Ow,” Archer howls, his back bowed as he rolls away from the one person I’m most upset with. Gia. My best friend since we were seven.
The sting of betrayal burns behind my eyes. An inferno sweeping through me leaving all love I ever had for her nothing but ash. I treated her like a sister. Gave her a place to live when her husband left her. Sponsored her when she wanted to prospect for the Royal Harlots MC.
“I’m sorry.” She throws a hand up to shield her face.
I want to hit her. To hurt her. Claw her eyes out and curse the day I ever let her into my life, but I don’t.
Archer goes for his clothes, but I get to them first. “No need to cover up on my account. I think everyone here has saw your dick.” I swing the bat at his head, but he ducks and rushes me full force like a linebacker.
I go down hard. He’s a big guy. That’s one reason I felt safe with him. I thought he was like a teddy bear. Rough in the looks department but cuddly and sweet on the inside. Was I ever wrong. He fooled me once. Shame on him. He fooled me twice. My mistake. There won’t be a third.
“Stop acting like a crazy bitch.” He pins my arms over my head, looming over me, keeping me in place with his weight.
“Get off me.”
“That’s not what you were saying the other night.” He grins and I want to throw up. I can’t believe I ever let him touch me let alone fuck me. Fat bastard.
I stare at him wanting to feel anything other than pure hatred, but I’ve got nothing else. I sucked another man’s dick to protect him.
I close my eyes as his hold on my wrists tightens. Images of Carlos grinning at me as I gagged on his dick flash in the back of my mind. My tears threaten to return. Not because I’m sad. No. I’m royally pissed off. Get me mad enough to cry you better fucking watch out.
“Get the stick out of your ass and we can make this a three-way. No need to be jealous. There’s plenty of me to go around.” He pumps his hips, rubbing his dick over my crotch.
I grind my teeth and let out a bitter laugh then I headbutt the bastard square in the nose. Pain like I’ve never felt before, pulses in my temples and behind my eyes as Archer curses but fuck him.
Once I regain my senses, I knee him straight in the balls and he falls wayside with blood streaming from his nostrils as he cups his balls.
