I have to admit Stoney has one incredible laugh. I shouldn’t be surprised considering how gorgeous he is. Even staring at his backside, which I must say looks damn good in his jeans, is drool-worthy. I remember the last time I was here before leaving for college when I walked in on him as he was fucking some clubwhore in the kitchen. I don’t think he saw me, but I know the whore did. Still, I was unable to move from my spot as I stood frozen, staring at his bare ass while he thrust into the woman.
I might have felt some form of jealousy. I wanted to have him plowing into me instead of the red-headed bimbo. But being the ripe age of eighteen, there was no way that would have happened. That and the fact I was this plain Jane girl. It’s why I stayed a virgin until Lucien.
Shit, don’t go there. Don’t think of that dickwad right now. We’re far away from him. I only hope he doesn’t decide to send anyone after me and the babies. He might not care for either of our children, but I have no doubt he’d use them as leverage.
Leaning my head back against the pillow, I stare at the ceiling. “When did my life get so fucked up?” I ask out loud.
That’s the million-dollar question right there since it’s been fucked for longer than I can remember. And it’s only gonna get worse before it gets better.
3
Stoney
Closing the door behind me, I finally take a full breath. I hadn’t expected that. Then again, I never expected to have a woman lying in my bed that I hadn’t just freshly fucked. Shit, don’t go there. Rachel is Tracker’s cousin. Yet the way she got sassy with me, I’d barely been able to keep from kissing her. Which is something I don’t do, but I’d wanted to kiss the sass right out of her. I know she’d felt the sexual tension between us.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Maybe that’s why I’d refused to allow Rachel to go to one of the spare rooms when we got her out of the truck. With the way she hit the clubhouse, I’m surprised she wasn’t hurt any more than she is. However, according to Neo, he’s ninety percent sure most of her injuries didn’t come from the wreck. Like the one on her rib cage and then another one on her leg. Oh, then there’s the one on her face that says it all.
Rachel has been beaten, and when I find out who had the nerve to take their hands to her, I’m gonna put a bullet in their brain.
Whoa, hold the fuck up. Where are these feelings of possession coming from?
Shaking my head, I walk down the stairs and straight toward the couch where Momma B, Bear, and Tracker are sitting.
“How is she?” Tracker asks, not even glancing in my direction as he continues to stare at one of the two babies he’s holding. “I didn’t even know she was pregnant.” He admits.
“She’s awake, pissed, and wants her kids,” I say, shrugging my shoulders as I sit in the chair next to him.
“Did she say anything else?” Tracker demands finally glancing in my direction.
“Not yet, just demanded to see you and to have these two brought to her,” I state, nodding to the babies.
“I’m not letting that girl have these two sweet babies until I know why she just rammed a truck into the side of the clubhouse,” Momma B growls.
“Rachel would never hurt her kids,” Tracker says in defense of his cousin.
“How do you know? When was the last time you talked to her or even saw her?” Momma B snaps. “Five years is a long time to be away. For all we know, she turned out just like her momma and thinks she’s better than the rest of us.”
“Then why would she be coming to us?” I ask. I, for one, would love answers to these questions myself.
“I’m betting it has something to do with her kids’ dad,” Nerd says as he sits down next to Bear.
“What do you mean?” I demand as I furrow my brows.
“I mean, the father of these two is none other than Lucien Raleigh.” Fuckin’ hell, Nerd did not just say what I think he did.
“Fuck, tell me there’s more than one Lucien Raleigh,” Tracker yells, startling the baby he’d been holding.
“Nope, ‘fraid not. I checked,” Nerd states nonchalantly. “This means Tracker’s cousin is the ol’ lady to the VP of the Lucifer’s Heretics.”
“Motherfucker,” I growl as I jump out of my seat. “Tracker, give the baby to Bear and come with me. I’m not getting this club mixed up in a war without answers. Rachel is family, but she just fucked us by coming here without a heads up.”
Walking out of the room with Tracker right behind me, I take the stairs two at a time until I get to my room. I’m fuckin’ livid right now and trying to determine if it’s the fact she belongs to someone else or if it’s due to the war heading our way.
The minute I open the door to my room, I instantly become furious at the sight of Rachel on the floor.
“I told you, you weren’t in any shape for getting out of the fuckin’ bed,” I growl as I make it over to her and lift her up off the floor.
“Yeah, well, you were taking too long, and I want to see my babies for myself as well as my cousin,” Rachel snaps.
I could strangle this woman with that sarcastic mouth of hers. That or shove something down her throat to keep her from talking. “What did I tell you about speaking to me that way?” I growl.
“I don’t care what you said, now move along and let me speak with my cousin since you can’t seem to do a simple task of bringing my children to
