Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Casey Elliot
the man he was born to be. Gunner pulled out the stool next to Cotton and sat down, reaching over the bar and grabbing a beer. Wrenching off the cap, he took a long drink and thought for a moment.
"Would it have changed anything? Would it have changed the fact that that little girl had to grow up without a father for the past two years?" Cotton asked. Gunner felt his throat tighten.
"It would have given me hope," he admitted.
"Hell boy, there's always hope. You just have to decide what's worth fighting for." Hannah and Charlie – that's what's worth fighting for , Gunner thought to himself.
"You have to think about what you can offer that little girl. Charlie needs stability; someone who can be there for her as she grows. Being a con, well, that makes life not only twice as hard for you, but twice as hard for those you love."
"Ex-con" Gunner said, sharply.
"Ex-con and con, the world views you the same." No matter how angry he tried to be with Cotton, he knew he was right; being the daughter of Gunner James was not an easy life.
Chapter Six
Angling the bike toward the curb, Gunner switched off the motor and called to Hannah as she walked down the road toward him, laden with shopping bags. Bolt and Kit idled their bikes as they pulled up behind him, waiting to do their president's bidding.
Gunner couldn't help but notice how tired Hannah looked, like she hadn't slept in days. It must be hard, her being alone with a child , he thought, and it’s all my damn fault .
Hannah's head jerked up, swiveling in the direction of the sound of her name. Her face betrayed no emotion when she saw Gunner and his men waiting for her up ahead. Removing his helmet, Gunner swung in onto the handlebars and hopped off the bike, leaning against it as he watched her approach.
"What are you up to, Gunner?" Hannah said, sighing and placing the heavy bags on the ground.
"I saw you struggling and I thought I could give you a hand," Gunner said, raising an eyebrow as if the answer should have been obvious. "You know, you being the mother of my child and all."
Hannah shook her head, was this just another play from Gunner to get into her good graces? "I'm fine, Gunner. I've made this trip a hundred times before. But thank you."
Gunner's face darkened and his eyes trailed off into the distance. He was no longer listening to Hannah. Hannah frowned as she followed Gunner's gaze. Behind them, she could see two youths approaching, wearing cuts from a rival club. Their club was small, but their members were ruthless, and they had been after the James Brother territory for as long as Gunner could remember.
"Gunner," Hannah started. The last thing this town needed was another club war. Atlas was still reeling from the devastation that the two clubs had wrought only a few short years ago when the streets had run red, and the body count was high on both sides.
"They stitched us up, Hannah," Gunner said through gritted teeth. Hannah gently laid her hand on Gunners arm.
"But, you're out now and that's all that matters," she whispered. Gunner's eyes drifted back toward Hannah and, for the first time, he saw a glimmer of hope. From their position, they could see that the two youths had now noticed them, their pace quickening as they made out the members of their enemy club.
"Get out of here," Gunner warned Hannah. She shook her head.
"I’m not leaving."
"We don’t want any trouble," Gunner called as the two men approached, spreading his palms.
"Then, you shouldn't have come over to our side of town. I thought the rules were pretty clear," the older of the pair sneered. They showed no finesse; they were simply thugs. Gunner's contempt for their club was shared by the people of the town, but in public, they steered clear of choosing any sides.
"Yeah, you’re right, man," Gunner said through gritted teeth.
Hannah raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. His response surprised her. Usually, Gunner's comments were smart-mouthed,
"Would it have changed anything? Would it have changed the fact that that little girl had to grow up without a father for the past two years?" Cotton asked. Gunner felt his throat tighten.
"It would have given me hope," he admitted.
"Hell boy, there's always hope. You just have to decide what's worth fighting for." Hannah and Charlie – that's what's worth fighting for , Gunner thought to himself.
"You have to think about what you can offer that little girl. Charlie needs stability; someone who can be there for her as she grows. Being a con, well, that makes life not only twice as hard for you, but twice as hard for those you love."
"Ex-con" Gunner said, sharply.
"Ex-con and con, the world views you the same." No matter how angry he tried to be with Cotton, he knew he was right; being the daughter of Gunner James was not an easy life.
Chapter Six
Angling the bike toward the curb, Gunner switched off the motor and called to Hannah as she walked down the road toward him, laden with shopping bags. Bolt and Kit idled their bikes as they pulled up behind him, waiting to do their president's bidding.
Gunner couldn't help but notice how tired Hannah looked, like she hadn't slept in days. It must be hard, her being alone with a child , he thought, and it’s all my damn fault .
Hannah's head jerked up, swiveling in the direction of the sound of her name. Her face betrayed no emotion when she saw Gunner and his men waiting for her up ahead. Removing his helmet, Gunner swung in onto the handlebars and hopped off the bike, leaning against it as he watched her approach.
"What are you up to, Gunner?" Hannah said, sighing and placing the heavy bags on the ground.
"I saw you struggling and I thought I could give you a hand," Gunner said, raising an eyebrow as if the answer should have been obvious. "You know, you being the mother of my child and all."
Hannah shook her head, was this just another play from Gunner to get into her good graces? "I'm fine, Gunner. I've made this trip a hundred times before. But thank you."
Gunner's face darkened and his eyes trailed off into the distance. He was no longer listening to Hannah. Hannah frowned as she followed Gunner's gaze. Behind them, she could see two youths approaching, wearing cuts from a rival club. Their club was small, but their members were ruthless, and they had been after the James Brother territory for as long as Gunner could remember.
"Gunner," Hannah started. The last thing this town needed was another club war. Atlas was still reeling from the devastation that the two clubs had wrought only a few short years ago when the streets had run red, and the body count was high on both sides.
"They stitched us up, Hannah," Gunner said through gritted teeth. Hannah gently laid her hand on Gunners arm.
"But, you're out now and that's all that matters," she whispered. Gunner's eyes drifted back toward Hannah and, for the first time, he saw a glimmer of hope. From their position, they could see that the two youths had now noticed them, their pace quickening as they made out the members of their enemy club.
"Get out of here," Gunner warned Hannah. She shook her head.
"I’m not leaving."
"We don’t want any trouble," Gunner called as the two men approached, spreading his palms.
"Then, you shouldn't have come over to our side of town. I thought the rules were pretty clear," the older of the pair sneered. They showed no finesse; they were simply thugs. Gunner's contempt for their club was shared by the people of the town, but in public, they steered clear of choosing any sides.
"Yeah, you’re right, man," Gunner said through gritted teeth.
Hannah raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. His response surprised her. Usually, Gunner's comments were smart-mouthed,
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