Biker Bound: The Lost Souls MC Series (2 page)

“On a male to female ratio in this place your fine piece of ass has stumbled into, I’m pretty sure you’re here for a guy,” he said, so sure of himself.

I’m about to speak when he is approached by other leather wearing guys, all staring and not giving a damn that I can see them blatantly checking me out.

“You ready to go Prez?” one of them asks.

Prez? I look at his leather vest and see all the patches sewn on. One of them says President and underneath it says Devils Bastards. Nice, I think to myself.

“Names Linc,” he says, holding out his hand choosing to ignore the other guys.

“Kristen.”

I don’t offer a surname and I ignore his hand.

“You’re being rude Kristen, when someone offers you their hand, it’s polite to accept,” he rambles on.

Ha! What would he know about politeness? He’s just been checking out my cleavage for the past five minutes.

“I should go, who I’m looking for won’t be here,” I said, hoping I am right.

“You haven’t said who you’re lookin’ for yet,” he reminded me.

“It really doesn’t matter,” I mumble.

“Have it your way then. I hope I see you around here the next time I’m passin’ through,” he says, before walking away.

I highly doubt it I think to myself as I watch him swing his heavy leg over his bike. Within seconds, the thunderous roars of the bikes are passing me by making my bones rattle.

Once they’re out of sight the feeling in my legs return and I contemplate asking someone else around here. Surely they can’t all be like Linc, the old hairy biker?

A door flies open from the other end of the lot and three, no, four more leather wearing guys come out into the sun. Now these bikers do not look like the one I just met.

Their laughter makes them seem less scary, almost friendly so I decide to stay and ask around. Looking in the car at Zachery, I decide to leave him in his seat. Just because I have to deal with these people doesn’t mean he has to. By the time I look back they are all heading in my direction.

Their laughter has died away and none of them are even smiling. Every pair of eyes are on me and I wish I could sink into the car and high tail it out of here.

“Can we help you?” the guy walking in front asks as he nears me. Either from afar or on closer inspection, this guy is hot. His dark hair is pulled back and away from his face and his skin is very tanned causing his eyes to look like they are popping out their sockets.

“I’m looking for someone and I was told he was here,” I explain for a second time.

“Who told you anything?” the same guy asks, with a disapproving tone.

“Um, a guy at the diner,” I answer quickly, jeez, they don’t like uninvited visitors much.

“And who exactly are you lookin’ for?” A shaven-headed tattooed guy asks abruptly.

“Billy, Billy Coleman.”

I know I’m in the right place because as soon as I have said his name, all four faces freeze.

“Is he here or not?” I ask when their silence becomes unbearable.

“Who’s askin’?” the bald one asks, evading my question first.

“The mother of his child.”

Chapter Two

Slade

I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the phone ringing. I looked at the time and thought ten in the morning was a little early on a Sunday for my brothers to be hounding me, unless of course it was my mom.

Nope, it was my president, Cas. Something must have happened for him to be calling this early.

“Prez?”

“Slade, I need you to find out everything you can on a woman called Kristen Collins and see if you can find a link between her and our Billy.”

“Billy? I haven’t heard his name in a while. What’s goin’ on?” I ask.

“Find out what you can and get to the clubhouse and I’ll fill you in. Just see if you can find anythin’” he says, sounding tired. He spits out a few more details about her and hangs up before I can say another word. It would be faster to find out myself who this woman is than to wait for Cas to tell me.

I fire up my laptop and pour a steaming cup of coffee and begin my search.

It doesn’t take long to pull up her driving licence, finances and her complete life history. Searching normal people is hell of a lot easier than outlaws. For one, normal people don’t feel the need to hide their transactions. Looking over her phone account I can see every call she has made. Combing her bank accounts I can see she has recently come into a large amount of money and she has been spending small amounts on motels and fast food and if you were to track them on a map, they would be a route straight to Willows Peak.

Digging around further, I find she has no property in her name and no rental leases. So, she has no home. After I comb through everything that could connect her to Billy I was about to give up when I thought I would check her medical records. That is when I find the connection. Billy’s name is down as her son’s father.

Billy never said anything about having a girlfriend or a kid. He had only been a prospect for three months before he died but out of all the prospects, he was pretty open about himself. I even checked for a third time for any of his relatives just in case I missed anyone before his funeral.

I print out a copy of the kid’s birth certificate for Cas and grab my keys.

I was relieved to see most of the Devils Bastards had left after last night’s party. After parking my bike in my usual spot I snatch the print outs and head inside to find Cas. I immediately find him pacing the bar waiting for me going by the relieved look on his face when he sees me.

“Did you find anythin’?” he snaps.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“We got a woman here askin’ about Billy. She claims he’s the father of her kid.”

“From what I’ve found out, she isn’t lying Prez.”

I hand him what I found and sit on a stool, waiting for him to finish reading.

His eyes narrowed tighter and tighter the more he read.

“It’s true then? He is the kid’s dad.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t born until five maybe six months after Billy died, that’s why I didn’t find them for the funeral,” I point out.

“Billy didn’t just die, he was murdered.”

Both Cas and I turn around to find Alannah behind us. It has been a year and a half since that dark day at the cabin and she still struggles to cope with what she saw. She is a strong woman but when it comes to Billy, she goes back to that day like it was yesterday.

“Why are you talking about Billy?” she asks dubiously.

I glance at Cas and understand what he was thinking. As soon as Alannah knows Billy had a kid, she’s going to feel even guiltier than she already does.

“Because I have a woman in my office with a kid,” Cas explains, but not enough to keep Alannah from jumping to conclusions.

“Oh God, I knew this day would come,” she groans.

“You did?”

“With the amount of whores you’ve slept with, one was bound to turn up sooner or later with your kid,” she frowns.

I sit back silently laughing at the misunderstood mishap playing out in front of me. Cas’s face falls when he hears how Alannah has interpreted his brief explanation.

“Fuck no Lana,” Billy’s kid. Not mine,” he says, adamantly.

Alannah exhales loudly when she learns she isn’t going to be playing stepmom and Cas then exhales when he sees she believes him.

“So, what’s going on then?” she asks, looking around the bar for any obvious signs.

“Like I said, there’s a woman in the office and she’s looking for Billy. The kid with her is apparently his.”

“What? What have you told her?”

“Nothin’ yet, I was waitin’ on Slade to see if she was tellin’ the truth and it looks like she is.”

If Alannah had been a weaker woman she would have tears in her eyes now, but she is standing strong and is clearly worrying.

“You’ll have to tell her what the town knows. He died in a car accident,” she murmured more to herself than to Cas.

“I know what to tell her babe, I just wanted to know who I was dealin’ with first.”

“Let’s get this over and done with,” I mutter.

I follow Cas to his office and was surprised that Alannah is trailing behind too. I said nothing of course, when it comes to Billy, Alannah has a tendency to protect him even in his grave. Cas strides towards his chair behind his desk and I move to the side to let Alannah pass making myself the last to enter. After closing the door and turning around, I am faced with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Her round face is framed by soft, light brown wisps of hair fallen from the bun she is wearing and her startling green eyes shooting around the room taking us all in are enticing framed with black, thick lashes. The beauty of this woman is all natural. She isn’t wearing a spec of make-up and I think I find this more alluring than anything. From her sitting position I can only see her legs but I am not complaining. They are long, tanned and look so very, very smooth.

Her impatient scowl doesn’t deter my rapid forming fantasies of ripping her top over her head and yanking those tight shorts down. If anything, her anger makes me want her more.

But, the kid she pulls protectively on her lap sure fucking prevents me from trying to make those fantasies become reality.

Kristen

All I want to know is if Billy is here or not? I don’t want to be in this office with my son, surrounded by the likes of these people.

‘What are you doing here Billy?’
I think to myself, taking in the wood panelled room. Zachery hasn’t been walking long but in the past month since he learnt to put one foot in front of the other, he’s always on the go. Like now, he’s toddling around touching anything and everything. When the door opens behind us and the guy who introduced himself as Cas walks in. He is followed by a woman with striking blonde hair and behind her is yet another biker dressed in jeans and leather. The woman looks at us like she’s in shock we are here. I pull Zachery onto my lap and hold him tight, the way she is staring is beginning to feel uncomfortable.

When the guy, Cas, is sat behind the desk and the second guy is standing by the door I hope one of them will begin explaining where Billy is so I can get the hell out of here.

“Sorry to leave you in here so long,” Cas begins, “This is Alannah and he’s Slade,” he added, pointing to the people who came in with him. I offer a small smile to the both of them.

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude but you can tell me if Billy is here or not?” I ask.

I can hear the tiredness and irritation in my voice. I knew it could be a long shot that Billy was still around here but they are dragging this out. A simple yes or no would be nice.

“How do you know Billy and why come lookin’ for him now?” he asks.

I don’t believe this, I feel like screaming. I came here looking for my friend and now it feels like I am being interrogated and not being told anything.

“Not that it is any of your business but I have had my own troubles and this is soonest I’ve been able to make the trip here,” I snap.

I really don’t see why I have to explain myself to them?

“Kristen, Billy isn’t here.”

“You could have told me that outside, I’ve woken Zachery from his nap and hauled him in here for nothing. No offence but this isn’t the kind of place I want my son in,” I say, not giving a shit who these people are. A simple yes or fucking no with no time wasted was all I wanted.

Lifting Zachery to my hip I stand up and I am about to bend down to pick my purse up when the blonde moves it out of my reach.

“You should sit down, he hasn’t finished yet,” she says softly, all the while keeping a sad eye on my son.

“Billy’s not here because he died over a year ago,” Cas says, with genuine sorrow.

He died? No, he couldn’t be dead. I suddenly felt the irritation leave me and a numbness slowly take over. It was like a calm, soothing wave passed over me before the storm of a hundred questions crashed the soothing wave and took root.

“How?” is my first question.

If I weren’t completely focused on waiting for his answer, I would have missed his eyes flick sharply and quickly to the woman beside me and back to me.

“He was involved in a car accident with four other of our brothers. We tried searching for any of Billy’s family but we couldn’t find anyone, especially not you.”

“He didn’t have any family,” I murmur quietly, trying to wrap my head around the fact he isn’t going to show up.

“You said he died over a year ago, when exactly was the accident?” I ask.

“Eighteen months ago,” the woman next to me says.

Thinking back over the months, he must have died shortly before I tried calling to tell him I was pregnant. Now I know why his phone always went to voicemail.

I can feel the tears beginning to sting my eyes but I don’t move to wipe them as they don’t spill over.

“He never told us he had a girl tucked away and a baby on the way,” the guy who was standing behind me says. He hasn’t said a word since he came in so his deep voice startles me.

I half turn in my chair to face him. On the inside I was wary, biker clubs don’t have the best reputations but on the outside, I remain brave but shaken from the news of Billy.

“I’m not his girl, he is…was my friend and he never knew I was pregnant, when I tried calling to tell him, it always went to voicemail,” I tell him.

It was true, Billy and I never went as far as the relationship stage. Our few hook ups were just that, hook ups.

I liked him enough to sleep with him but not enough to take it further, not that we had time for that what with him getting into trouble and bailing out of town. He was just my friend.

I don’t have the time to sit here and process this new information right now. I look down at Zachery who has been sitting quietly watching the new people around him with fascination and felt my heart break for him. He’s never going to know who his father is and I won’t be able to fill in who he was because apparently I hadn’t known Billy very well.

All the different scenarios I had imagined this day would be like, never once was it like this. I didn’t know where to go from here. We have no home or nobody around here we know, the plan was to start fresh once I had found Billy.