The Rocker Who Wants Me (The Rocker... Series) (29 page)

When the minister finally pronounced Austin and Tink husband and wife, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Everyone stood, clapping and congratulating the happy couple. Of course, another contraction had to hit me.
Screw it
, I thought as I let out a whimper in pain. They were married now, so who cared about the reception.

I was in fucking labor, after all.

Axton must have developed super human hearing because he heard my whimper over the noise of the rest of the church as they laughed and clapped my dad on the back or shook the newlyweds’ hands.

“What’s wrong?” Kenzie asked from my other side.

“Oh, nothing really.” I gave her a tight smile. “My water just broke and I’m starting to have contractions. I’m fine, though. I’ll be okay.”

I was trying to keep calm, not because of myself but for Axton. My attempt to set an example failed though, because Axton started to freak the fuck out. One minute I was standing on my own two feet and the next I was in his arms, as he yelled at people to get out of his fucking way. Which only set off mayhem. Sighing, I just buried my face in his jacket and let him do what he had to do to deal with impending fatherhood.

The next few hours passed in a blur but I’ll admit that it was a happy blur. Everyone we loved in the world was in the waiting room as we brought our son into the world just a few rooms away. They all probably heard me cussing the place down as I pushed one last time and a moment later my son’s crying filled my ears.

Exhausted, I reached for the squalling bundle of mess while Axton cut the cord. Tears were pouring down his face as he struggled to cut the stubborn thing, but when it was finally done he kissed me. “I love you, Dallas.”

I smiled through my own happy tears. “Love you more.”

“Should I go tell everyone that you’re okay?” He didn’t look like that was what he really wanted to do so I shook my head and pulled him closer until he was practically lying down beside me while the doctor did what he had to do to my aching body.

“No. You’re exactly where you need to be.”

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LAYLIST

Breaking Inside (feat. Lzzy Hale of Halestorm) by Shinedown

She’s So Mean by Matchbox Twenty

Room To Breathe by You Me At Six

My Baby’s Guns n’ Roses by Brantley Gilbert

Clarity (feat. Foxes) [Tiesto Remix] by Zedd

Big Girls Cry by Sia

Red Eyed Romance by Stars In Stereo

Life Of The Party by Shawn Mendes

We Fall Apart by We As Human

Painkiller by Three Days Grace

Always by Killswitch Engage

I’m Yours by The Script

Get Lucky by Halestorm

Private Parts (ft. James Michael) by Halestorm

My Heart Is Broken by Evanescence

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The Rocker… Series

The Rocker That Holds Me

The Rocker That Savors Me

The Rocker That Needs Me

The Rocker That Loves Me

The Rocker That Holds Her

The Rockers’ Babies

Angel’s Halo MC Series

Angel’s Halo

Angel’s Halo: Entangled

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The Rocker Who Cherishes Me

The Rocker Who Shatters Me

The Rocker Who Hates Me

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Angel’s Halo: Book 3 (Title To Be Announced)

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Kris

“Pass me the ball, Kris! I’m open,” Ryder called to me, clapping his hands together. I dribbled the basketball a few more times before passing it to him.

“Shoot it!” I yelled to him as Jude tried to block him from making the shot.

Ryder smiled at me for a second before he jumped up and tossed the basketball in the air. It went right into the net with a swish and I ran to him and high-fived him.

We turned to our friends, Beau and Jude, and I announced, “That’s game, dude! Ten points!”

Beau looked irritated as he said, “I want a rematch!”

Jude was dribbling the ball as he said, “Nah, come on, let’s play something else. This is getting boring.”

“Well what do you want to do? Recess is almost over, there’s not much to do,” I said, swiping a few beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead.

It was hot out here today. As much as I loved recess and playing with my best friends, I couldn’t wait to get back inside to get a drink from the water fountain.

As me and the guys were standing around talking about what we wanted to do next, I heard Kyle Carter laughing out loud. My eyes narrowed as I followed the sound. I hated it. He sounded like a stupid chipmunk when he would laugh and the only time he did was when he was picking on some kid.

I glared at him and his stupid group of cronies. I felt my hands ball into fists and my teeth gritted together.

“Kris, you okay?” Ryder asked me, following my eyes to Kyle.

Beau sighed out loud. “God, what’s that idiot up to now?”

“Probably bullying some kid,” Ryder said.

“Let’s go, guys, I don’t want to get in trouble again. I’ve already been to the principal’s office four times this month,” Jude said, tugging on my arm.

“I’m not getting detention because of that stupid moron.”

I heard our teacher blow the whistle that meant recess was over. As my friends started to walk to where our class was forming a line, I moved toward Kyle and his group that was gathered in a circle. I heard groaning from behind me and I knew Ryder, Beau, and Jude were backing me up just like they always did. The four of us were a team and when one of us did something the others had our back.

I hated Kyle Carter. His dad was a rich jerk and was my dad’s boss at a tire plant. Kyle liked to make fun of everyone, especially me because my dad worked for his dad. He would say crap to me all the time about me being poor and tease me about not having a mom anymore and it made me so mad that I wanted to hit him. I usually let it go because I didn’t want to get in trouble. I knew if I did I’d get sent to the principal’s office and they would have to call my dad…I would give anything to keep from getting punished and hit with my dad’s belt. He always used the hard metal part on my back and it made me bleed.

Even though I knew what would happen when I got home and I was scared, today I was going to stop Kyle. I knew I would be in so much trouble for stepping in and helping but I didn’t care. He seemed to get the most fun out of bullying girls and after seeing how hard he made the last little girl cry I wasn’t going to look away this time.

As I walked up to Kyle and his stupid friends I could see through two of the kids and saw who they were picking on…it was a tiny little brown haired girl. She looked like she was probably in kindergarten.

Getting more and more pissed off, I reached the bullies and yelled, “Hey! Leave her alone!”

Kyle turned to me and his face had a mean smile on it. “What do you want, loser?”

“I said leave her alone, Kyle,” I said as I looked at the little girl for the first time up close.

She was wearing a dirty blue dress, dingy white socks, and scuffed up shoes. Her hair was messy and looked like she didn’t brush it that day. Her face was dirty and sad but her eyes were big…really big. They were blue and pretty. I felt angry as I saw tears pouring down her dirty face. The little girl looked at me and my chest felt warm. When I looked back at her I knew right then I wanted to protect her from anyone that was mean to her. She looked really sad and scared.

“Yeah? And what are you and your loser friends going to do about it, white trash?” he sneered.

His friends started laughing at us and my hands formed into fists. I didn’t even say another word before I charged at him and punched him in the face as hard as I could.

If I wasn’t so mad and trying to protect the sad little girl I would have laughed at how Kyle screamed like a girl. He cried and screamed as I punched him over and over as hard as I could. I had never felt so mad before. I didn’t know how long I’d been hitting him before I felt someone pull me off of him.

“Kristopher Engle, you stop right now!” yelled Mrs. Wagner, my second grade teacher.

“You and your friends are going to the principal’s office!”

“It’s not fair!” Jude yelled.

“Kyle and his stupid friends were bullying that little girl and Kris was just trying to stop him!”

“Be that as it may that doesn’t give him the right to attack someone like that! You always come and tell before you hit, Jude!” she said.

I shook out of her grip as Kyle was being taken to the nurse’s office. “Yeah, like that helps,” I snapped.

“Excuse me?” asked Mrs. Wagner as she led me, Beau, Jude, Ryder, and the little girl to the principal’s office.

“You adults always tell us to tell when someone is hurting someone else but you never do anything to stop it! Kyle has been beating kids up since kindergarten and you’ve done nothing!. Just like Jude has told on his mom for drinking and hitting him, Beau has told on his mom for letting men hit him and his baby sister, and I have told on my dad for beating me until I bleed because he doesn’t want to take care of me! We always tell and you always do nothing!” I yelled, tears rolling down my cheeks.

Mrs. Wagner was shocked and I thought she was going to cry too.

She blinked a few times before she said, “That’s enough, Kristopher. Let’s go everyone. You too, sweetheart,” she said to the little girl.

I was happy that the girl was safe from being picked on and made fun of but suddenly I was scared. Mrs. Wagner was going to call my dad. He would be woken up from his nap after he’d drunk too much beer like he did every day. He would come pick me up and when we got home he would hurt me and make me bleed again. I wiped my face with the back of my arm and tried to stop crying. I thought I was going to throw up.

As we walked into the school and started down the hall toward the principal’s office, I felt someone grab my hand. I turned my head and saw the little girl holding onto my hand…she was shaking. My hand felt like it was burning for some reason. I looked at her face and she was crying really hard too.

“I’m sorry I got you in trouble,” she said quietly.

“I don’t want your daddy to hit you because of me.”

I didn’t know how long she was going to hold on but I didn’t want to let her go yet. For some reason I was feeling a little less scared after she grabbed my hand.

“It’s okay. It’s not fair for Kyle to pick on you like that. You didn’t get me into trouble. I got myself into it. I do that a lot,” I said, smiling at her.

She giggled and when she blinked a few tears fell down her dirty cheeks.

“I’m always in trouble with my mommy too. She gets real mad at me if I play too loud or if I get hungry and sneak something to eat from the fridge.”

I frowned and felt sad for her. Her mom seemed to be a lot like my dad.