Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Karma
Family over everything.
My club.
My son.
I have no time for anything else.
I am Dillon “Karma” Jacoby.
I’m jaded, hard, and determined to give my every emotion to my son.
Maritza
Family is everything.
Even if I feel smothered by my father, Ruben “Ruby” Castillo, I wouldn’t change a thing.
I spend my days helping in the office with my mother and my nights longing for a biker who will never be mine.
I am Maritza Castillo.
I live a life devoted to a club I will never be part of.
When he has no one else to trust with his son, I step up. Except he refuses to see how good we could be together.
I’m ready for the ride, if only he would trust me.
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PROLOGUE
DILLON
Eighteen Years Old
The mall is quiet for a weekend. I’m surprised, but happy. “You sure about this shit, man?” Link asks me frankly, while we blindly stare at the glass display case.
Do I know what I’m doing? Not exactly. I don’t think anyone my age does. We are too young to have everything figured out. I know I love her, and I want this. Am I naïve to think it will work? Yeah. Yet, Link keeps reminding me like I don’t already know it.
I’m eighteen, Link is twenty, we are old enough to get ourselves in trouble, but dumb enough to not truly understand real consequences. Honestly, we probably don’t know shit about shit in life, only there is this part inside of me that says I have half a clue. Would my subconscious lie to me? I’ve never done this before, but it’s what comes next. This is what adults do. I’m an adult now. And there is absolutely nothing I want more in this life than to build a family with the woman I love completely.
Do I have questions? Lots of them, absolutely.
I may not know much right this minute, but I’m willing to try. The one thing I do know without a doubt, it’s time I build my own family. There isn’t a single question about my plans to get that going. Call me naïve, crazy, or even stupid, but I think it’s okay to go forward with what I feel called to do even if I don’t have all the responses ready. Whatever may come, I’ll take it on when I have to.
I smile proudly. “Never been more sure. She’s it for me.”
Link shakes his head. “First taste of pussy doesn’t have to be the last, Dillon. Damn, we’re young. Got a whole life and a ton of women ahead of us. Give her a promise ring or some shit. Don’t have to go this far.”
Playfully, I shove him. I’m not one to kiss and tell, so he has no clue what Anna and I share. “You know this ain’t about sex and shit. It’s just when ya know, ya know. Damn, Link, look at your parents. High school sweethearts and they made it work.”
I am a little irritated at his insinuation, I can’t hide it. Link is a bit of a man-whore. He doesn’t know love. Not the love I have with Anna. I don’t need to have sex to know she’s my ride or die.
Hell, I’ve tasted her pussy, but until she has my last name, there is no taking a test drive. We have agreed. More like, Anna said she’s saving herself, but yeah, I am not going to push. It’s respectable. There is more than sex between us and a lot behind my decision to take our relationship to the next level. None of my reasoning is motivated by physical desires. The way I see it, once we are married, there will be more than enough time for having sex. For this time, I’m going to give her what she needs and not pressure her for sex.
“Dude, you don’t have to leave. Why don’t you stay here, go to college and see how things play out with Anna?” Link’s brother Ven adds, “you know mom and dad aren’t in any hurry for you to move out and neither are we. The Marines will still be there in a year or two.”
He speaks the truth about all of it. No one is asking me to leave. I can’t explain it, there is something inside of me screaming to venture out. Ven is my age and then they have a younger brother Nix who is sixteen. I don’t remember much about life without them. The memories I do have aren’t the best. As much as they accept me as their brother, I know my truth. And it’s laced into the fabric of who I am whether I like it or not, I can’t change my beginnings.
Shaking my head, I don’t know what to say. They have all told me over and over building up to my eighteenth birthday plus the upcoming graduation from high school. Constantly reminding me I belong with them. Like it’s on repeat, “nothing changes, Dillon. We support you. If you want to go to college, we will make it happen, if you want to live here, your room is your room.” Yada, yada, yada. Same shit day in and out. They mean well, all of them. Only, no one can understand what goes on inside my head.
My cousins are close to me like brothers. That’s how we’ve been raised. Truly, I have the best family with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. They took me in and didn’t ever let me feel like I was a burden. Even though I’m sure at times having another mouth to feed, boy to clothe, and young man to tote around from practices to school functions wasn’t easy. I know my being part of their family cost them, financially, emotionally, and of their time. I will always be indebted to my aunt and uncle for not turning me away. They gave me consistency when otherwise I would have been tossed into chaos.