Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) (4 page)

“Nice to see you too. I’m the father of that baby, so I have a right to be here, Rox.” Nicole took that as her cue to leave. Silently she left, eyeing Chase up and down before leaving the room.

I scoffed at him, while walking over to the bathroom to put my toiletry bag on the back of the toilet.

“Rox.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Chase?” I sat down on the hospital bed with my legs crossed. He dropped his overnight bag from his shoulder, and sat on the end of the bed. Chase pulled back the covers. My swollen feet and ankles were exposed. He took one foot into his lap as he began to massage. I let my head fall back against the pillow and my eyelids fluttered closed. “Oh God, that feels so good,” I moaned out loud. I felt his chest vibrate with laughter, which caused my head to snap back up and my eyes focused on him.

“The letter, why didn’t you open it?” His beautiful green eyes were suddenly dark and unreadable.

“I didn’t want to disappoint you, the club, my father. I didn’t want to be known as carrying a ‘traitor’s baby’,” I told him truthfully, and dropped my gaze to my hands that rested on top of my belly.

“You would never disappoint me, baby.” He scooted closer to me, and spread my legs apart so he could pull me closer. The motion sent chills up my spine, and he noticed. Chase’s rough hands trailed up my outer thighs, and my hands grabbed onto his.

“Wait. There is a lot more of me than the last time you had your hands on me.” My self-consciousness started to kick in.

“Yes, I can tell.” He smirked as his eyes fell to my chest. “You’re fucking beautiful, Rox.” He took my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting my face up to his. Chase sat up on his knees between my spread legs. I leaned back willingly, my arms holding onto the back of his biceps. He hitched my knees up, causing my butt to slide down on the bed. Chase propped himself on his forearms so he wasn’t putting too much weight on me.

His mouth claimed mine, butterflies exploded in my stomach and a tingly sensation ran across my entire body. I wouldn’t be surprised if we broke this hospital bed before having this baby. Oh shit, this baby!

“Chase?” I barely got out as he kissed down the side of my neck.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Press the call button.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” Chase immediately sat back, his dark brows knitted together.

“My water just broke.” We both looked down between us.

“Oh shit.” Chase scrambled off the bed.

CHASE

I stared into those bright green eyes of my son, Giovanni Anthony DeLuca.  His dark hair, green eyes, and single dimple on the side of his left cheek made him the spitting image of me; one hundred and ten percent purebred DeLuca. Roxy is still looking for a piece of her in him. But he has his mother’s smile. Oh, and temperament- not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

I think back to that night in the parking lot when I first saw Rox again, that paternity letter had ruled my life. I took that shit home and set it on my dresser. That night I had that letter in my hands…it’s weighed heavily on me. I’d go to open the letter- and immediately stop myself. I knew what that ink on the paper said, “Chase DeLuca you are the fucking father!” I had God on my side, and I didn’t let that letter ruin me.

That day in the hospital, I confessed to Roxy that I burned the letter without opening it. As far as I was concerned that baby was mine. As soon as Gio was born into this world and put onto Roxy’s chest, I saw that he was a mini me. Go fucking figure.

After the birth of our son, we went home as a family. My family. We went home, Roxy and Gio moved in with me. I made an honest man out of myself and asked Moretti for his blessing to marry his daughter. I tell you, that shit had me fucking sweating bullets; we hadn’t exactly followed his desired order of things. But, Moretti was happy that Roxy was happy.  He couldn’t be more proud that we brought the next generation of Condemned Angels into this world.

We had a small reception down by the lake during a sunset. It was fucking perfect. Roxy was beyond beautiful that day. But damn, nothing compared to how beautiful she was bringing our son into this world.

Shit was nice and easy this summer. Roxy and Gio mean everything to me. Fuck, I look at her and see the most God damn beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. After seeing her give birth to our baby boy, I was brought to my knees. She was a fuckin’ goddess. She bounced back quickly after Gio was born; her body reaped the benefits of having a baby. Her hourglassfigure now sported those tempting childbearing hips. Good Lord. I couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of her.

“Do you want Mama?” Roxy cooed at Gio while cleaning up his face after lunch. She unbuckled him from his highchair and held him to her chest. Lucky little man. Giovanni’s pudgy fingers gripped her tank top at the center of her cleavage. Yeah, he has been having a hard time weaning off those bad boys. Couldn’t blame him, but they’re mine.

Roxy changed Gio, bringing him back to me.

“You see my new shirt, Daddy?” Roxy sang. I looked down at him; he wore a Condemned Angels onesie that had writing on the back that said, “Big Brother.” My eyes shot up to Roxy, and she was beaming ear to fucking ear. Here we go!

“We’re pregnant again?” I laughed while standing up with Gio in my arms.

“Yes, baby, what do you expect when you can’t keep those hands to yourself?” I gave her a slow smile.

“These hands?” I pulled her to my chest, palming her ass- giving it a quick smack. “That’s a two way street you’re traveling down.”

“True.” Roxy bit her full bottom lip, before wrapping her arm around my neck, and the other around my arm holding Gio.

“I fucking love you.” I kissed her hard as Gio started to clap.

JEREMY

After returning to the club for Church, my father and Charlie seemed to be on edge this morning. This should be good.

Moretti, my father, has been the President of the Condemned Angels MC for as long as I can remember. Roxy and I grew up and into this club. Charlie, my Godfather and VP of the MC have been by my father’s side for thirty plus years. We all took our seats around the large oak table.

“We have a fucking problem.” Moretti let out a long breath.

“What is going on?” Chase and Hunter leaned further in on the table.

“The Devil’s MC. I’ve been hearing shit. Ryder’s brother, Jax, is back in town.” The Devil’s MC were right across the state line, in Sand Point, Idaho. Too fucking close to Forks if you ask me.

“So what the fuck do we do?”

“Right now, nothing. Just be on high alert. I’m sure Jax is going to be planning something for us, or me at least, seeing as though I was the one who put a bullet in his brother’s head. No riding out on your own. Make sure you always have a Prospect with you. We can’t afford to take any chances. Even with the patch over- our numbers are strong, but I’m not willing to lose a Brother. We will meet again soon once we have a more detailed plan of what we are going to do.  Keep your eyes peeled.” Moretti slammed down the gavel on the block, ending Church.

Sitting at the bar while having a midday beer, Nicole breezed right on in. Fucking wearing her workout gear. Tight ass black spandex shorts and a loose t-shirt that had the arms cut off and either sides cut out so that you could see to the bottom of her ribcage on either of her sides. She ran her hand through her long hair; her glowing tan skin was fucking screaming for me to touch it. Her sports bra was hiding part of a tattoo. What do we have here? I looked away before I found any more interest in where her tat began and ended on her body.

“Hunter, are you ready to go?” She walked up to him as the Prospect at the bar ran an appreciative glance over her toned body.

“Yeah.” He quickly downed the rest of his beer.

“Where are you two headed off to?” Chase raised his eyebrow.“I need a hand with some shit around the studio. New poles are going in and I need some furniture moved around. You want to help?”

“Any half naked chicks swinging around them?” I chimed in.

“Um, no,” she snarled over at me. Giving me that eye roll. For fuck’s sake, I wanted to see those eyes rolling back as I plowed my dick deep into her pussy.

“I can’t, Nic. Roxy is off to our doctor’s appointment today. I have to see how my other bambino is doing.” Chase puffed out his chest, lucky bastard. If he weren’t already set by having the first boy grandchild, he’d score even bigger if their second child was another boy. Should have probably been me bringing in the first grandchild, but what can I say- that shit isn’t in the cards for me.

“Well, let’s go then, Hunter.” She put her aviator sunglasses on. Fuck me, she looked good. All the time she’s been spending outside at my pool has given her a perfect glow on her skin, setting her blue eyes off. 

“Alright, hold your horses.” Hunter winked over at me, and started to guide Nicole out of the clubhouse with his hand on her lower back.

“Motherfucker,” I mumbled under my breath. I then thought of our Church meeting and decided it was best I crash their date, I mean help keep watch of their little duo. “Hunter! Wait up.” I trotted over to them.

“You in?” He beamed over at me.

“Yeah. After Church and all…” I trailed off. He gave me a knowing nod and walked Nicole to his truck. I followed in my dark gray Nissan Titan. I just put muddin’ tires on her, so it was an extra hike up to the cabin.

We rode over to Nicole’s studio, Dancing Bare. We hauled out furniture so that the equipment company could come in. One of the installation guys was taking a liking to Nic. He stared at her backside as she squatted down to pack up a box.

“Like what you see?” I walked up behind him and patted his shoulder. Kid looked young, early twenties. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with a woman like Nicole.

“Hell fucking yes. Look at her body, hot as fuck.” He nodded, while he rubbed his hands together. I could see him undressing her with his eyes and I fucking hated it. The grip I had on his shoulder tightened, to the point where I made him wince in pain.

“Do you not see the fucking cut on our backs? She’s property of the Condemned Angels, I suggest you fuck off before you lose those fucking eyes. Don’t ever fucking look at her again. You hear me?”

“Yeah, fuck.” The young guy wriggled out of my grip and made a beeline to their truck.

“Why did you do that?” Nicole straightened her long legs and pushed her hair back over her shoulder.

“Kid was more into your ass than doing his fucking job.” I looked down at her.

“Can you blame him?” She flirted, batting her long ass lashes, smirking up at me.

Before I could answer, Hunter cleared his throat. “Nicole, I have to run. Chase needs a hand. You ready to go?”

“I have to finish up some things here and test the new poles out. Jeremy, you can give me a ride back to my car at the clubhouse, right?”

“Um, yeah. That’s fine.” I looked at my watch then took a seat on the plush purple velvet couch. Hunter eyed me up and down, and then gave Nicole a kiss on the check.

“Call me when you get in, alright?” He moved a strand of hair out of her face.

“Yeah, I will.” Nicole beamed up at him, tugging on Hunter’s wrist. She stood up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. She did that shit because I was right there. Motherfucker! I felt my jaw clench and I looked away to try and keep my temper down. I fucking told her off that day. I swore her out of my life. Of course, I never fucking listen to myself.

After Hunter left, I waited as patiently as I could for Nicole to finish up. She set up her iPhone docking station so that she could play some music. Guns N’ Roses’ “Paradise City” came blaring through those speakers. A smirk played on my lips as I sat up on the couch and rested my elbows on the tops of my knees.

Nicole sauntered up to the pole, and took a high grip and tugged on the pole- testing its durability. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around the pole as she spun around. Her right hand held onto the bar as her body rolled and her left arm reached up over her head and did a slow lasso motion. Nicole kicked her right leg up as her head fell backwards, splaying her hair out behind her. She repeated the same set of moves on the opposite side.

Nicole held on as she scissor- kicked her legs and spun herself around to the front of the pole. The front of her body rolled up against it. She galloped around the thick metal bar to give her enough momentum to spin around it with one hand. Swinging her legs straight out in front of her. Nicole’s right knee hooked around the pole as she spun sitting up. Climbing up the pole she went, locking her legs crossed over each other, then she let go of the bar, letting her arms fall behind her. And my jeans just got tighter. I tried to discretely adjust myself on the couch.

Still hanging upside down, Nicole scooted down so that her fingertips grazed the floor. One of her feet stayed locked behind the pole as the other fell back to the floor, opening her legs into a split toward the ceiling. Good fucking God! She let her other foot come back to the floor, and she flipped her upper body up so she was sitting on her knees straddling the pole. Nicole swung her head around causing her hair to go wild. I found myself licking my lips.