ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (172 page)

“Tell me, or else I’m gonna tear you and your slut girl into pieces.”

Slut? How dare you
! Fury boiled in Anton’s blood. “Be careful with your mouth, you fat cunt!”

Java stepped back slightly, frightened to see him turned red in wrath.

“What would you do now? You’re bound and helpless. No one can help you. She’s not here, and she’ll be gone forever when I find the cave she’s hiding in.”

“Don’t you dare lay your hands on her. I have many tentacles, Java. I could easily kill you in this instance.”

“Oh, really? What about if I cut one off?”

He whipped his left leg repeatedly to the point where Anton could no longer bear the pain in silence. He screamed in an agonizing cry, calling Tasia’s name for help. He kept on struggling, and at one point the rusty plumbing pipe broke where he was tied on.

Java fell over by the pipe’s impact. It hit his right thigh, pushing him away.

Realizing luck was on his side for the first time, he stood up in relief. A shadow in the drainage caught his attention.
Papa
? He thought as he saw his father’s reflection in the dirty water.

It must have been his own hallucination created by his initial insensibility during the time he was unconscious.

It as it gave him the strength to face Java.

“I told you I have many tentacles. Bad grass is hard to die. Say your last prayer.”

No one was left in the underground, except Anton alone.

It was now Java’s turn to taste the dose of his own medicine.

Chapter Nine

Sitting by the window, Tasia’s mother, Tonya, was thinking about her daughter. She was regretful of gambling their house for the sake of her entertainment. Tasia had not come back home for over a year now. She spent Christmas alone. No gifts. No Christmas trees. Just a simple meal.

Knock. Knock. Knock
. Someone was outside the entrance door.

“Who’s that?” Tonya yelled.

No one answered. Instead, the knock kept on going, louder and louder.

For goodness’ sake. Who’s that?
“I’ll be right there. Hang on minute….”

As she opened the door, a slim black woman stood before her with a baby girl clutched in her arm. She did not recognize her. She had changed so much. That little girl she had once taken care of was now a full grown woman.

“Tasia? Is that you?” Tears welled up in Tonya’s eyes. Disbelief clouded her mind.

“Mama?” Tasia began to cry.

“It’s you. Thank goodness, you’re alive. Oh, my daughter…”

Lifting her arms up, Tonya let them rest on her daughter’s shoulders as she pulled her in closer, savoring the moment. Every second of it was more precious than diamonds. It was a gold that can never be purchased, its value beyond a price one could afford.

The baby smiled at her grandmother sweetly, entertained by her reaction.

“Is that my granddaughter, Tasia?”

“Yes, Mama. Her name is Alexis.”

“Oh, sweet heaven. She’s beautiful!”

“Like mother, like daughter.” She laughed.

“Where’s your husband?”

“Ummm… Let’s talk about that inside Mama. I don’t think this is a good place for that topic.”

“Yes, of course. Sorry, darling. Come on in.” Tonya shut the door.

****

It had been days since Tasia had arrived back in Chicago. Since then, she had been praying that her mother would not ask about Alexis’ father. She thought Anton was already dead, and she did not want to keep her hope up, afraid to be hurt again.

Since he was gone, Alexis had been her source of strength. She was the reason she found the courage to visit her mother again. Without her child, she would have gone insane by now.

“Alright, Alexis, mommy and grandma will take you to the park. You like that, don’t yah?”

Alexis giggled, exposing her toothless gums.

“Mama…”

“Yes, Tasia?”

“Are you ready? I’m gonna take Alexis to the car, alright?”

“Yes, darling. Just make sure you put her in the car-seat. She’s not allowed in the front passenger seat.”

“Cool. Thanks!” Tasia made her way down the stairs to the carport where the car was parked.

Driving to the park, Anton came to her remembrance as she noticed Alexis was sleeping.
She really looks like her dad when she’s asleep
.

As they came to stop at the intersection, Tonya noticed her agitated face. “Is there something bothering you?”

“Ha? Ah, no… I’m alright, Mama. I’m just thinking of what we should feed Alexis when she wakes up.” She lied.

Truth be told. She was thinking of Anton.

Sitting on a red picnic mantle, she watched her baby crawl around. How she wished Anton was there to see their daughter’s growth. But he was not. He was dead. As least that was what she thought.

Not far off, Anton stood under a tree, trying to find the courage to approach his family.
Papa, if you ever hear me, please help me be a father that I should be to my daughter
.

Since the time Anton saw his father’s reflection during the fight with Java, he was convinced his father had long desired his forgiveness. As Anton allowed himself to forgive, a sense of relief followed him all the time. It was the power of forgiveness that had taught him healing.

A cold breeze hissed at him. Goosebumps stood up on his skin. Was it his father’s spirit who was helping him out?

“Alexis, don’t go that far,” Tasia told her daughter.

Oblivious to who was behind her, a hand grabbed Tasia’s shoulder. She recognized his smell and the texture of his palm.
Don’t tell me his ghost is haunting me
?

Every doubt was abolished when she heard him speak.

“Tasia?”

She could not get it wrong. His strong, but soft Russian accent was remarkable.

“Anton?” She excitedly turned.

Gems of precious tears began to roll down involuntarily from their eyes. They were both speechless – tamed with surprise and gladness that miracles really do happen. And a happy ending was possible.

“How did you find us?” She asked with thankfulness in her voice.

“I’d do everything to find you and our daughter.”

He shifted his gaze at Alexis while she was crawling around, exploring her skills. She got her golden brown hair from her father. Her eyes were Hazel, a little bit lighter than her mother’s eyes. But her skin tone was mixed. A little lighter than Tasia’s. And a little darker than Anton’s.

“She’s beautiful. She looks just like you, Tasia. Can I hold her?”

“Yes, of course. She’s your daughter, you know. Our child.” Tasia blushed.

Taking her up from the ground, she wiggled her hands as she played with her father’s nose and eyes. Her smile was priceless. Suddenly Anton felt that same sensation of love that his father must have felt when he had held Anton for the first time.

Watching, Tasia was crying. The tears of pain and sorrow were replaced with tears of joy and thanksgiving. Finally, they could now live in peace and harmony without worrying about tomorrow.

She stood up, and then approached them. As she did, Anton wrapped his arm around her while the other was holding Alexis – the chain that interlocked them together.

****

THE END

1

Dana loved her business. That was an odd thing to admit to herself since she had never even used a sex toy in her life. She pleasured herself of course, but she had never felt the need to use something like one of the latex dildo’s she rang up and placed into discrete black plastic bags for her customers.

Dana was three years out of business school, and she had known exactly the kind of business she wanted to be in. After all, sex sells. She opened The Treasure Box a month after graduating, and it hadn’t taken long for the little shop to take off. It was a squat square building with dim windows and a parking lot in the rear. Everyone liked to buy sex toys, but no one liked to be seen doing it.

The shop started off doing well, and Dana had hired Jeff, a thirty-something stoner to help out, and so she could actually have a day or two off here and there. Lately, though, the business had been down. The internet was cutting into her profits more and more, and she had let Jeff go. He had been more disappointed that he had never managed to get her into bed, more than he was bummed about losing his job.

Dana was attractive, and she knew it. She was lithe but curvy, with large breasts and a bubble butt. She had a flat tummy and long brown hair which she always pulled back into a simple ponytail. She didn’t put much effort into looking good, but she didn’t have to. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes smoky and a grayish blue. She had white teeth and a perfect smile, and her voice was husky. Jeff had always said she looked like she could have been a famous actress in the forties.

She wasn’t quite twenty-five, and she had had a string of boyfriends since highschool, but none ever amounted to much of anything. Just a bit of fun, and then they wanted something more serious, and she freaked out and ended it.

Most guys expected her to be a sexual creature, owning a sex shop and everything, but Dana had always tended to be a little bit vanilla in bed. She had grown up in an ultra conservative household, and it had affected her. Her mother had almost fainted when she told her she was opening a shop which sold dildos and fake vaginas, and her father hadn’t talked to her for over a year. Things were better now, but her parents never asked about her business.

It was a Thursday when she met him. Gregory Jones, tall dark and handsome. He entered The Treasure Chest alone. It was ten in the morning; Dana had just opened. No one else was there yet, and the young woman had been stocking a new shipment of cock rings near the back of the store. She had heard the bell ring, a little silver chime which hung over the doorway, and was rocked when the door opened and hit it.

She called out to her new customer. “I’m back here, yell when you’re ready to check out.”

There wasn’t an answer for a moment, and it made Dana nervous. She stood up and turned, just in time to see the sexiest looking man she had ever seen step around the final aisle and smile at her. He was tanned and tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw that made it seem as though he had missed his calling as a superhero. His hair was fair, blonde and wavy though he kept it trimmed quite short. He was wearing a suit which looked expensive to even Dana’s eye, untrained as it was in such matters.

“Hey there,” the man said. “I could use your help.”

“What can I do for you?” Dana asked, and she realized she was holding a cock ring package. She put it down quickly, her cheeks burning. The man seemed to take note of her sudden flash of embarrassment, his brow rising on his forehead, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.

“Do you sell strapon dildos?”

Dana nodded. “Sure, follow me.”

She had to step around the man to get out of the aisle, and she brushed against him slightly, and when she did, it was as if her whole body exploded. She felt a heat, and she realized that she had just met the man, but she wanted him badly already.

She went towards the middle of the store, down an aisle with a few strapon dildo choices.

“Ah, thank you,” the man said.

“Sure, I’ll be up front when you’re ready,” Dana said, and she turned to leave, but the man held up a hand.

“Actually, I need some more help. I don’t know much about these.”

“Wife send you in?” Dana asked.

“Something like that,” Gregory laughed, and then he held up his hand, showing that he wore no ring. “No wife, though. Not really a girlfriend either. Just a woman, I’m afraid. I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of lecherous worm.”

“Hey, your business is your own business, and if it means you’re buying from me, it’s good business.”

“I’ve never had this request, I must admit,” the man said. “I’m certainly adventurous enough, but this young lady would like me to watch her… with one of her friends.”

Dana blushed again and nodded.

“Does sex embarrass you?” the man asked.

“No,” Dana whispered.

“I’m Greg,” the man said, holding his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

Dana shook his hand, and then, after hearing his name, she realized she knew him. Well, knew who he was at least.

“You’re Gregory Jones,” she said, and the man nodded. She went on. “You founded Cast Me dot com.”

CastMe.com was a website which had grown popular over the two years since its launch. Wannabe actors, singers, and other entertainers could pay a monthly fee to post demos on the site. Then management companies, production companies, and places like that, which had partnered with the site, could go and look for whatever they needed. More than a few new faces had been found for some big products, and everyone looking to make it big in entertainment was signing up. Greg had become a billionaire when he sold the site less than six months ago. Dana had known that Gregory Jones had grown up in her small town, but she didn’t know he ever came back.

“You visiting?” she asked.

“I moved home,” Greg said. “I’m just not a big city guy though we’re close enough that I can scratch certain itches when need be.”

“Itches like seeing your new friend with another girl?”

“Exactly,” Greg said. “I must say, though, you intrigue me more than she ever could, no matter what lewd acts she does with her friend.”

“I intrigue you?”

“Yes. You’re beautiful, you own a store which sells cock rings and vibrators, and yet you blush when talking about those products.”

“I don’t normally,” Dana said, somewhat defensively.

“I’d like to take you to dinner. This weekend?” the man asked her.

“I don’t know,” Dana said, but she did know. She didn’t want to be some second fiddle to whatever floozy he was buying the strap-on dildo for.

She thought he would argue, but the rich man simply reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a card out. He handed it to her, and she looked at it. It simply had his name and a phone number. The paper stock was thick, as luxurious as such a thing could be.

“If you change your mind, call me,” Greg said. “Now, which of these strap-on’s would you recommend?

Greg didn’t linger in Dana’s store, though he lingered on her mind. For the rest of the day, after he was long gone, she thought of him. That night she lay in bed, the TV on, casting her in a soft blue glow, but she didn’t pay attention to the Gilmore Girls rerun. She had the card in her hand, and she turned it over and over in her fingers. She glanced at her clock. It was almost midnight. She wasn’t sure she should call so late, but she reached for her cellphone and dialed the number anyways.

When Greg answered, he was panting. She thought he might be sleeping, but it dawned on her that he was probably screwing. She almost hung up, but something kept her from doing so.

“Hello?” the man said.

“I’m in,” she said.

“Fantastic, Dana,” Greg said. He had asked her name as he was checking out. “Text me your address, I’ll pick you up Saturday at eight.”

“Okay,” Dana said and hung up. She used her phone to google Greg. He was thirty-two, almost ten years older than she was. His father had died young, but his mother was still living. He had been an aspiring actor, but after striking out in Hollywood, he had decided to start the website.

Dana set her phone back on her end table and turned her TV off. She was going out with a billionaire. She couldn’t believe it as she drifted off to sleep.