Born Into Destiny: A Forsaken Sinners MC Series Novella (2 page)

Chapter
2

22 Weeks Pregnant

Zane

I wake to the sound of crashing pans and plates coming from the kitchen. I slept on the couch last night because Dani kicked me out of our bed again. Seems like it’s becoming a regular occurrence lately. She says I’m being a jackass, but really, she’s the one who is being unreasonable and a bitch. All I’m trying to do is make sure that she’s safe and taken care of when I can’t be around, which happens to be a lot lately.

It probably doesn’t help that she’s still pissed at me from a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t make it to her doctor’s appointment. I did everything in my fucking power, I even knocked a couple of the brothers’ heads together to make it back on time, but it just didn’t happen. Then, when I finally got home, I asked her what she found out: were we having a boy or a girl? She told me she didn’t find out, said that she wanted to be surprised. I got pissed because I thought we had decided we would find out.

I know she wants to be surprised, but when we last discussed it I thought we said we’d find out. But she said that since I wasn’t there, I didn’t have a say in it. What-the-fuck-ever, I guess. If it ain’t one thing, it’s another with her.

If things at home aren’t bad enough lately, now things with the club are heating up too. From what I’ve heard since transferring here from our Texas charter, we haven’t had any real threats against the club for about a decade. We haven’t had any club wars, problems with territories, or club rivals. But we’ve heard of a new club moving in the next town over, and from the stories we hear, they aren’t very respectable. It doesn’t even sound like they’re even in a club for brotherhood; they only want power and to scare and control people.

We’ve decided to keep our eyes on them and have been doing some light surveillance. So far, though, they’ve kept a pretty low profile. Maybe because they know we’re close and don’t want to start anything until they have their base set up. Who knows?

Mack has me helping out a lot since I did mostly surveillance and security in the Marines, so this is cake to me. I told him I can’t keep doing this with the baby on the way, but he has promised me Dani is fine and has a tail on her without her knowing to make sure nothing happens. I gave him six weeks then I’m done being away from her for longer than a couple hours at a time, and definitely not being more than a twenty minute ride away. He hopes we’ll have a good handle on this situation by then, though, and so do I. I don’t need a club war starting when I’m trying to prepare for fatherhood.

Getting up, I make my way into the kitchen. I see Dani in one of my t-shirts that hits her mid-thigh, throwing what looks like a smoking pan into the sink, cussing the whole time about stupid fucking eggs and shitty fucking bacon.

My laugh draws her attention to me. I should stop myself, knowing it will just piss her off more, but I can’t help myself. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s angry. “Need some help, Baby Girl?” I ask when I finally calm down enough to speak.

She’s glaring, not answering me, so I walk up to her and take her lips with mine. She hesitates at first, tries to push me away, but she kisses me back after I kiss her harder, not letting her push me away. “Mmm, fuck breakfast. I’ll just eat you,” I groan into her mouth before I lift her up and place her on the counter.

Spreading her legs, my hand travels up her inner thigh. When I encounter no resistance, I growl my approval of her not wearing panties, then kneel down and give her a long, hard lick up her center.

“Holy shit! Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Don’t you
dare
fucking stop,” she breathes out as I continue to flick my tongue over her clit. Shit, she tastes so fucking good. Better than any food I’ve ever had.

It only takes me a solid minute before she’s withering on the counter, hanging onto my hair for dear life, and screaming out my name as she falls over the cliff of ecstasy.

Standing up, I pull her shirt up with me as I go, and toss it somewhere behind me, not even caring where it lands.

When I’m standing between her legs, I push my sweatpants down my hips and say, “My turn,” then I kiss her roughly as I push my cock inside her tight pussy in one thrust.

I pause for a second to give her time to catch her breath, but I can’t wait longer before I need to move. “Sorry, Baby Girl, you just feel so fucking good,” I mutter into her neck. I think since she’s become pregnant, her sweet pussy has gotten even tighter, if that’s possible.

Dani starts clawing at my arms, pulling me closer as her lips search for mine. Not being able to deny her anything, I give her what she wants.

As soon as our lips meet, I start thrusting faster, deeper, harder. This makes her scream, but I silence her with my mouth, grabbing the back of her neck so she can’t get away. I thrust in three more times before I go stiff, spilling my seed inside her.

We stay connected, neither of us having the energy to move. That is, until I smell smoke seconds before the fire alarm goes off.

Pulling out of her heat a little too fast, she starts to fall forward, but I catch her, making sure she’s steady before turning around to see what’s on fire. That’s when I notice the shirt I practically ripped off of Dani and threw behind me is now lying on the stovetop, a burning mess, smoke filling the kitchen. “Shit,” I yell, racing over to the drawer and pulling out a pair of tongs. How the fuck did we not notice this?

I try to grab the burning shirt with the tongs, but every time I think I have a good hold on it, it breaks apart and falls before I can get it to the sink. “Shit!
Fuck!
” I curse.

Suddenly, I feel wetness hit me in the back of the head and a stream of water moving from my head to the shirt that is now on the counter beside the stove, still on fire. “What the fuck?” I say, turning toward the stream of water.

Dani is holding the sprayer from the sink, drenching the burning shirt until the fire is out. But instead of releasing the trigger to stop the flow of water, she moves it back toward me, hitting me in the face. I’m stunned at first, not believing she’s actually having a water fight with me inside, but her laughter breaks me out of my shock. “Baby Girl, I suggest you run,” I say before I take off in the direction she’s in.

She screams as she dashes out of the kitchen, trying to run up the stairs to get away from me, but I catch her on the first step. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” I growl, then lift her up and start carrying her up the stairs. But before we even make it up two steps, my phone starts to ring.

“You’re not gonna answer that, are you?” Dani asks, seeming almost desperate and vulnerable. I hate to upset her, but it could be club shit. “I’m sorry, Baby Girl. But it’s Mack and could be important,” I say, hoping she understands. I know that she gets the club is important and sometimes has to come first, but she has to know that she will always be my number one priority.

“Whatever. I’ll be upstairs getting ready for work,” she says, but she doesn’t sound angry, just sad.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as she walks up the stairs, but she doesn’t answer. Either she didn’t hear me or just doesn’t reply.

Chapter
3

24 Weeks Pregnant

Dani

Things with Zane seem to go from bad to worse, then get better and are amazing, before plummeting back down. I feel like I get brought up so high, like I’m floating near heaven, and then I’m knocked down and buried in Hell where everything hurts in the most painful of ways; every word, every look, every touch. I’ve tried talking to him about it, tell him what I’ve been feeling, but he just doesn’t understand.

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was scared, and frankly a little upset that I was going to have a baby without planning for it. Was I going to be a good mother? Sure, I had my grandmother as a role model, but my mother died when I was so young. What if I’m horrible at the parenting thing? What if I’m not ready to be a mother? What if after I have this baby, I don’t want it? I know that’s a horrible thought, but it’s crossed my mind. I never really thought about having children before. I was content with just living my life on the edge, doing what I want and having fun in the process. Never had I thought I’d become a mother.

After it finally sank in, I couldn’t think of a life without my baby anymore, but that doesn’t mean that I’m ready or not scared. And with Zane gone a lot, my fears have seemed to intensify and I find myself thinking things I shouldn’t. Like, is raising a child around a motorcycle club a good idea? But then I think of everything I’ve been through and what Mack and everyone else in the club mean to me and I know that right or wrong, I wouldn’t do it any other way.

Then I think about leaving the shop, handing the reins over to Louie, so I can be at home with the baby. But then I can’t see myself not doing what I love. So should I bring the baby to work with me, or will Zane and I have to work out our schedules so one of us will always be at home? With the way things have been lately and him never being around, would he even be home at all to help me with the baby? If not, I would either have to stop working or hire babysitter. And that brings thoughts of if I could really trust someone with my baby that I don’t know that well and that would be outside of the club.

I just can’t catch a fucking break. I’m exhausted because I haven’t been sleeping at night. I can’t get comfortable most nights, and then the nights that Zane is gone I stay up worrying about him, wondering where he is. There have been some nights that I just couldn’t sleep, so I’ve called Mack to see if he heard anything from him, but a couple of times, Mack said that Zane wasn’t on a job. That had confused me at first, but I just passed it off as wires getting crossed. Maybe Zane told me where he was but I forgot, but after the third time, I started wondering if he was sneaking around on me. I’m not saying he could be cheating, but what is he doing if he’s not on club business and not home? And why wouldn’t Mack at least know something? I think after the last time, Mack was even starting to get suspicious of what he was doing. Not wanting to cause problems between them, I decided not to call him anymore when Zane wasn’t home at night anymore.

He does come home eventually, it’s just usually around three or four in the morning. He doesn’t seem like he’s hiding anything, but I usually pretend to be sleeping too when he climbs into bed. Maybe next time I should try talking to him about it, but then I remember how strained things are between us and figure it probably won’t turn out well so what’s the point? Either he’s going to tell me something I won’t like, he’ll say it’s nothing when I know it’s something, or maybe he’ll brush it off completely, who knows? It probably won’t make me feel better, so for the baby’s sake, I’m trying not to think about it, but it’s hard.

After I get dressed, I make my way to my truck to head into the shop. Sara wanted to talk to me about a tattoo idea she had. It’s her first tattoo and I’m honored she wants me to do it. I thought since she and Louie have been getting a lot closer lately that maybe she’d have him do it. No matter, whether I do it or he does, I know she’ll be in good hands. Though, I’m sure Toby would want me to do it. He knows Louie doesn’t feel anything besides friendship toward Sara, but I think just the idea of any man’s hands on his woman gets his pulse racing. It’s the same thing with any of the brothers; whether it’s their old lady or plaything of the week, they don’t want to see anyone’s hands on her but their own.

When I make it into the shop, Sara is already there waiting for me, talking with Louie. “Hey, girl! How are you?” she asks me when I walk in the door.

I smile and give her a hug. “I’m good, babe. How are things with you?” It seems like forever since I’ve last seen her, but I know it’s only been a couple of days. Even though we talk on the phone almost daily, I still miss seeing her every day like I used to. She’s still working for me, but she’s taken some time off for herself after her ex tried to take her. Then Toby proposed soon after we both got out of the hospital. I wasn’t surprised one bit when they told us the news. I always knew Toby was the marrying type once he found the right woman. And they are so perfect together, I couldn’t be happier. I just hope they wait till after I have the baby. I don’t want to be fat and uncomfortable during the ceremony and party afterward.

“So tell me about your idea. What do you want done?” I ask as we start walking toward my station. When I sit down, I take out my sketch pad, hoping that she’ll let me free hand it, whatever it is she wants.

“Well, actually, I have two things I want,” she says almost shyly. Hm, that’s interesting. What could she possibly want that would have her embarrassed?

“Okay…” I say, waiting for her to continue.

She’s looking down at her lap and bouncing her leg up and down, so I reach my hand over to calm her, give her my reassurance. “Hey, whatever it is, we’ll do it. If it’s what you really want, I’ll make it happen. Just talk to me so I know what I’m dealing with,” I say in a soothing tone.

When she looks up at me, it’s with resolve. Good girl. “Well, the first one is a fighting angel. I want you to design it and I want it on my back.” That’s kind of surprising. Usually for a first tattoo, you’d start off with something a little smaller than a full back piece, but we can work it in several sessions if need be.

“All right, I can do that. Anything specific you want in it or just something like an avenging angel?” I ask, jotting down notes so I can start sketching later. I already have an idea forming, but I need to know what she wants before I start.

“Nothing specific really, but I thought maybe the angel could be holding a sword or dagger?” she asks, not really unsure about what she’s saying, more like asking what I think.

“Yeah, that’s actually what I was thinking. I have an idea in my head. Let me draw it out and I can show you in a couple of days. Then we can discuss if it’s in the direction you are thinking and we’ll go from there. That work?” Hopefully this isn’t something she wants today because I hate rushing on pieces like this.

“Yeah, that would be perfect. Whenever you’re done,” she says with a smile.

“Okay, great! Now what about the other idea?” I ask after making notes about the angel.

“I want a brand,” she says bluntly. I look up at her and see that she’s serious.

“A brand?” I ask, not really sure what she’s asking for. I think I know what she’s talking about, but want to be sure.

“I want everyone to know that I’m Toby’s girl and that he’s mine. I’ve heard of some old ladies doing it and I want to do it too.” I’ve heard of people getting one, I guess I just never saw it being necessary. I mean, you wear his cut and property patch, sure, but a tattoo? Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but I just think having a man’s name tattooed on your skin is bad luck, like you’re jinxing it.

“Are you sure?” I ask, just needing to hear her say it. I’d hate to ink something on her skin that is permanent, then have her regret it.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve thought long and hard about this and it’s what I want. I talked to Toby and he asked the same thing, but when I told him how much I wanted it, he said that he’d be okay with it. Said he might even do the same thing.” She laughs at that last part. I laugh too, imagining Toby getting a brand. Most men won’t brand themselves to a woman, thinking it should only be the other way around. But if anyone would do it, it would be Toby.

“Well, I can design one for him based off of yours if you want,” I add when we’re done laughing.

She looks at me hopefully. “You could do that? You could make his look like mine, but not feminine? I want mine to have a feminine touch,” she says, talking fast, an excited glint in her eye now that it’s more real to her.

“Of course I can do it. I can do anything you want, girl, you should know that by now,” I say seriously, but then smile so she knows I’m not mad. “Let me work on these and I’ll get them to you in a couple of days.” She hugs me before walking out of the shop, and I get right to work. I’m actually really excited about doing both of these for her. I think she’s really gonna like what I have in mind. It’s going to be kickass, but feminine. It’ll be perfect for her.