Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Casey Elliot
aimed at provoking the young men to respond with their fists. Maybe he has changed , Hannah thought.
"Well, now we have a problem," the older youth spoke again. Gunner could feel Bolt and Kit tense behind him, ready to defend their president at a moment's notice. He flicked his finger casually in their direction, ordering them to stand down. These youths didn't need any provocation to throw the first punch.
"We don’t have to have a problem," Gunner said, casually. "Me and my men can simply be on our way. No harm, no foul."
"Pussy," the younger youth sneered.
Gunner's jaw tightened. Had this been the Gunner of a few years ago, he would have put these two in their place. Now, he was trying desperately to prove he could go straight and win a place in Hannah and Charlie's lives. He could feel Bolt and Kit's eyes burning into his back, their leader's response perplexing them. In their eyes, these boys deserved to be put in their place with a few well aimed punches. Gunner rose from his position, leaning against his bike. He was taller and more muscular than the pair, and they knew it.
"The way I see it is that it’s three on two. The odds are in my favor, not yours," Gunner growled. "Thing is, we’ve just come out of three years in prison, so we’ve had a lot of time to be pissed off." Behind them, Kit and Bolt followed their president's lead, switching their bikes off and rising.
The rival duo considered their chances; neither one wanting to be the first one to back down. The oldest of the pair had more smarts. He had heard of Bolt and the damage he could do with his fists.
"I suppose we can overlook a simple trespass this time, but next time, it won't go unpunished," he said, eyeing up his younger companion.
“You do that,” Gunner said evenly, taking out his sunglasses and putting them on. The pair hesitated before turning back the way they had come and walking slowly away. They didn’t look back, but Gunner knew they were watching them to make sure they left. Gunner looked back over at Hannah.
"Now, can I give you a ride home?"
Hannah shook her head and snorted. "Nice try, Gunner, but I'm walking home." Picking up her shopping bags, Hannah once again began the short trek back to the apartment. Thoughts of Charlie, Gunner, and the club plagued her, and she wished she knew what to think. Has Gunner really changed, or was all that just for show?
Chapter Seven
Charlie squealed in delight as the giant biker threw her once more up into the air, catching her as she plummeted back down toward earth. Hannah watched the pair as she stirred the pot on the stove, the gentle aroma of tomatoes and garlic filling the tiny apartment. She didn't know what had made her agree to this, to having Gunner over for dinner so he could spend some time with Charlie. Gunner had caught her at a weak moment, the desperation evident in his voice.
He had pleaded with her this afternoon at the diner. "I need something good to hold onto, Hannah. Charlie can be that something good – something that can keep me straight."
She was too tired and too confused to argue. Gunner had been back in town less than a week, and already, he was running away with Hannah's heart all over again. Every fiber in her being told her she needed to run, to get out of Atlas as fast as she could, but all the things that had kept her here for so long still remained, and Hannah knew deep down that the reason she had stayed was for this moment, as much as she denied it. The kitchen timer buzzing brought Hannah out of her thoughts and back into the present. Draining the pasta, she set out three plates of spaghetti, spooning a steaming pile of bolognaise on top.
"Go wash up for dinner, Charlie," Hannah called from the kitchen.
"Smells good," Gunner said, turning his attention from the toddler and coming up behind Hannah. The kitchen was tiny, barely enough space for Hannah, let alone Gunner, and they stood pressed tight against one
"Well, now we have a problem," the older youth spoke again. Gunner could feel Bolt and Kit tense behind him, ready to defend their president at a moment's notice. He flicked his finger casually in their direction, ordering them to stand down. These youths didn't need any provocation to throw the first punch.
"We don’t have to have a problem," Gunner said, casually. "Me and my men can simply be on our way. No harm, no foul."
"Pussy," the younger youth sneered.
Gunner's jaw tightened. Had this been the Gunner of a few years ago, he would have put these two in their place. Now, he was trying desperately to prove he could go straight and win a place in Hannah and Charlie's lives. He could feel Bolt and Kit's eyes burning into his back, their leader's response perplexing them. In their eyes, these boys deserved to be put in their place with a few well aimed punches. Gunner rose from his position, leaning against his bike. He was taller and more muscular than the pair, and they knew it.
"The way I see it is that it’s three on two. The odds are in my favor, not yours," Gunner growled. "Thing is, we’ve just come out of three years in prison, so we’ve had a lot of time to be pissed off." Behind them, Kit and Bolt followed their president's lead, switching their bikes off and rising.
The rival duo considered their chances; neither one wanting to be the first one to back down. The oldest of the pair had more smarts. He had heard of Bolt and the damage he could do with his fists.
"I suppose we can overlook a simple trespass this time, but next time, it won't go unpunished," he said, eyeing up his younger companion.
“You do that,” Gunner said evenly, taking out his sunglasses and putting them on. The pair hesitated before turning back the way they had come and walking slowly away. They didn’t look back, but Gunner knew they were watching them to make sure they left. Gunner looked back over at Hannah.
"Now, can I give you a ride home?"
Hannah shook her head and snorted. "Nice try, Gunner, but I'm walking home." Picking up her shopping bags, Hannah once again began the short trek back to the apartment. Thoughts of Charlie, Gunner, and the club plagued her, and she wished she knew what to think. Has Gunner really changed, or was all that just for show?
Chapter Seven
Charlie squealed in delight as the giant biker threw her once more up into the air, catching her as she plummeted back down toward earth. Hannah watched the pair as she stirred the pot on the stove, the gentle aroma of tomatoes and garlic filling the tiny apartment. She didn't know what had made her agree to this, to having Gunner over for dinner so he could spend some time with Charlie. Gunner had caught her at a weak moment, the desperation evident in his voice.
He had pleaded with her this afternoon at the diner. "I need something good to hold onto, Hannah. Charlie can be that something good – something that can keep me straight."
She was too tired and too confused to argue. Gunner had been back in town less than a week, and already, he was running away with Hannah's heart all over again. Every fiber in her being told her she needed to run, to get out of Atlas as fast as she could, but all the things that had kept her here for so long still remained, and Hannah knew deep down that the reason she had stayed was for this moment, as much as she denied it. The kitchen timer buzzing brought Hannah out of her thoughts and back into the present. Draining the pasta, she set out three plates of spaghetti, spooning a steaming pile of bolognaise on top.
"Go wash up for dinner, Charlie," Hannah called from the kitchen.
"Smells good," Gunner said, turning his attention from the toddler and coming up behind Hannah. The kitchen was tiny, barely enough space for Hannah, let alone Gunner, and they stood pressed tight against one
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