Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
I’ve heard stories of women going into labor during or after sex; wish to fuck that’s what we were doing. Instead I’d got the bright idea to tell her the truth. Things were going so well between us, she was happy and her life was finally back on track. I only had to threaten to beat her ass twice a day, which was down by at least half and she had pretty much settled into my life.
Ma hadn’t come around yet, not completely, but she’d stopped giving my girl the death glare around about month seven when she really started to show.
I stayed on top of her- her whole pregnancy. Scared to let her out of my sight for fear something might happen to her, so we’d compromised. She put the monstrosity her dad had owned on the market and we bought another place in town. Now we used my place as a weekend getaway.
Ma was sniffing around again by then making noises about her grandson and how if it wasn’t for her the poor kid would be totally fucked with us two for parents. Whatever.
That night my wife was feeling mighty amorous so after I’d let her greedy ass ride my dick raw, I turned bitch and decided to come clean. I have no doubt that if she could move instead of waddle she’d have done my ass some serious damage, but my kids had hindered that shit.
She said the word divorce, I told her-her ass would die before I’d let that shit happen. She started yelling, I started telling her some hard truths about the man she thought was a saint and since she already knew he’d killed my dad she had some shit to think about. All that thinking had led to her water breaking and we’d ended up at the hospital with my already pissed off ass yelling at everybody there because I couldn’t yell at her.
The whole crew had shown up and taken over the waiting room and it was a wonder the staff hadn’t called out the National Guard or some fuck. I didn’t leave her side and by the third contraction she didn’t want me to.
Two days later after my heart was back in its place after watching her go through that shit, it was ma who’d shut herself up in the bedroom with her and calmed her down since she was still not happy with me.
To this day I don’t know what ma had said to her, but whatever it was she was no longer ready to kill. She said she didn’t want to talk about it then and I left it alone, until the second pregnancy. Seems we had a new family tradition of hashing shit out when she was ready to pop.
That’s when she told me the truth about what had happened to put ma in the middle of the rift between our fathers. It was a good thing ma had never shared that part of the story with me all those years ago or I would’ve forsaken my plan and just ended the fuck sooner.
Turns out the reason he had to get rid of my dad before he got him, was because he’d attacked ma while she was pregnant with me. It was supposedly his way of showing dad that he was in charge. She got pissed all over again while telling me and went on a rampage against anything with a dick and I tried to stay out of harm’s way while fuming.
Now it made sense, why ma had been so set against her. But now you couldn’t tell that shit the way the two of them operate. These days, I’m usually the one on the outside of whatever shit they’re up to.
“Allie, daddy’s home, where are you sweetheart?” I heard her little feet beating tracks coming down the hallway followed by her giggles of glee. She came to a toddling halt in front of me and clapped her hands together before holding her arms out to be picked up.
“Hi little angel how was your day?” I nuzzled her neck inhaling her scent the way I do everyday when I get home. If anyone had told me three years ago that I would find this kind of unbridled happiness I’d have told them to go sell it elsewhere. There’s no way I could’ve known the day she stumbled into my life, the daughter of my enemy that this would follow.
I walked back the way she’d come to the back of the house looking for my wife who I was sure would be right where I told her ass not to be. She was in the backyard down on her knees in the dirt planting who the fuck knows what. My damn place looked like a nursery. Definitely not the dwelling place of a kickass biker with a rep to uphold.