Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“That it will,” Z said. “Pour us some shots, Chicken Hawk.”
With a grin, Hawk filled all the shot glasses he had lined up earlier, then passed them out. As one they all raised them.
Crow lifted his face to the ceiling and yelled, “Here’s to Hawk’s new fledgling. Dawg an’ Emma gettin’ their girls back. An’ Z knockin’ up his ol’ lady again.”
Hawk and Dawg hooted and knocked back their shots while Z shouted, “No! Those are my tits. Want ‘em back before another kid steals ‘em from me.”
Crow laughed and downed his whiskey.
Grizz surprised all of them by coming up and joining them. “You fuckers are makin' this ol’ man proud. Gimme one of them shots, boy.”
Hawk handed the older man one, and he swallowed the double with barely an eye twitch. Then he raised his shot glass over his head and shouted, “Down an’ dirty...”
The rest of them roared out a “’til dead!” in answer.
Fuck yeah.
Chapter Thirteen
“Dawg, the paperwork’s filed for Emma’s divorce, her request for full custody, and for the PFA. Also for your paternity claim. Did you get to the lab I told you to go to?”
“Yeah.” He had done it the second Kiki had told him he should.
“Good. As soon as the DNA test is ordered by the court, Caitlin’s mother will have to get it done. She can lie to Caitlin about why it’s being done, but as long as it’s done, we’re good. Then once we have the results and we have proof Caitlin’s yours, I’ll file for visitation. Just be aware that it may be supervised visitation at first, okay?”
He nodded his head even though he knew she couldn’t see it. “Yeah, Keeks. Appreciate it.”
“Are you having second thoughts about this at all?”
Was he?
When he didn’t answer, Kiki continued, her gentle voice coming through the other end of the phone. “Look, you can always change your mind later, Dawg. Let’s get the results first and then, if you’re sure, we can go ahead with the rest. Sound good?”
“Yeah.”
“As for Lily...”
“Gonna claim Emma,” he blurted out before he could think better of it. Hell, he just told Hawk’s ol’ lady he was claiming Emma, and he hadn’t even discussed it with the woman herself.
Fuck me.
Kiki hissed out a breath and her reaction made his gut twist.
“Here’s the thing, Dawg... I know I probably shouldn’t be the one suggesting this, since Hawk and I aren’t married yet, and he told me you know about my... condition... but, honey, I really think you need to make it legal. Not just claim her as your ol’ lady. Claiming her in the club is all well and good, but you need to continue on the path of getting Heaven’s Angels off your hands, finding a decent place to live and showing both Emma and the courts that you’re serious about making a family with her. Getting a place where you’ll make a home. An actual wedding. Real life things.” Before he could answer, she asked softly, “Does that scare you?”
It didn’t. He had known Emma was going to change his life. Had he known how much? Fuck no. Did he care that his life was heading in this new direction at the speed of a runaway train?
“No. It don’t, Keeks. Honestly, it surprises the shit outta me with how much I want all that. Besides Emma, Caitlin’s all I can think about right now.”
“It also will make it look good for you when it comes to asking the courts for visitation. Stable home. Wife. Stepdaughter. Do you catch my drift?”
“Yeah, Keeks, I do. But she ain’t divorced.” And she wasn’t a widow... yet, from what he knew. Not yet, but soon. And he doubted Kiki would know what was going down or would even want to know.
“I know, but it’s something you need to seriously consider once she is. All of this stuff will take time, but you need to get your ducks in a row. Got me?”
Her “got me” drew a smile from him. The woman was something else. Hawk was a lucky fucker, that was for damn sure.
“Got you, Keeks. When you tellin’ everyone about Hawk Jr.?”
“Hawk Jr.?” she squeaked.
“Yeah. It’s a good name for a ‘lil badass biker.”
“A biker?”
The woman was not only engaged to a badass biker but now was knocked up by him, too. So she shouldn’t be surprised that any son of hers would end up as a Harley riding hellion.
“Yeah. Gonna be ridin’ on the back of his daddy’s sled as soon as he learns not to fall off.”
“Dawg,” she groaned.
“What?”
“You’re making me rethink this whole having a kid thing.”
“Think it’s a little too late now.”
“Fuck,” she muttered into the phone.
Dawg laughed. “If it’s a girl, name ‘er Tweetie Bird.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Keeks, wait.”
“What?”
“Seriously, you can’t even imagine how much I appreciate the shit you’re doin’ for Em an’ me. An’ gotta say I’m fuckin’ thrilled for you an’ Hawk. He’s gonna make a damn good dad.”