Page 2 of Breaker

I'm sitting outside in the club's garden on the wooden step an hour later. The brothers are still celebrating, but I need a minute to myself. I really fucking miss my dad, especially in moments like these.

"I thought I'd find you out here."

I turn my head and smile at Ken as she walks over and takes a seat next to me, placing her head on my shoulder.

"How you doing, Alex?" she asks, and I smile a little.

"I'm doing okay, little cuz," I reply.

She sighs, wraps her hand around my arm, and says, "You can't call me that."

I snort. "Why not? It's the truth. Dad fucking loved you to pieces, and he hates that his sister turned out the way she has."

She hums, looking up to the stars. "I know. He said as much growing up."

I nod. "Then why not tell the club who you are to me; to my mother?"

She turns her head, her dark green eyes piercing, and admits, "Because my mother doesn't want me as part of the club, it's why she ensured I never grew up around y’all. I guess she just didn't count on Lola clinging onto me that first day of kindergarten."

I snort but nod.

Kennedy's momma, my aunt Cora, isn't the warmest of people. When my father joined the MC and married Momma, his parents disowned him, and so did his little sister. When he was diagnosed with cancer, Cora basically told him it was karma for being involved with our “type” of people. She grew up strict Catholic, her parents ensuring she stayed on the right path since losing my father to the MC–their words, not mine–but after meeting her husband, Ken's father, Frank, at a party her friend had dragged her to, she turned bitter and more fucking bitchier. Things apparently seemed alright at the start. He said the right things to my grandparents, but as soon as they married and she fell pregnant with Ken, gone went the snobby bitch who thought she was better than everyone else, and in came a whore. She's gone from a woman wanting to become a nurse to a stripper. She fucks whoever she can, hoping to make her husband, who lost his job for sexually assaulting another man and became a drunk when Ken was five, jealous. My beautiful cousin had to fucking live with it until she moved into a dorm at Huntersville College. My father paid for her room and board, while her scholarship paid her tuition.

Her parents can't see past their own asses to see what they do to her day in and day out, but in a way, that's not a bad thing, because it meant she got to grow up with me and got to know my father before he died. Fuck…Momma sees Ken as her own child. Ken’s best friends with Lola and Sniper, while to me, she's like my little sister rather than a cousin.

Harry and Leanne, our grandparents, now live in Europe. They didn't come to my dad's funeral; they knew they weren't welcome. They contacted my mother and apologized for the hurt they caused their son, regretting their actions, especially after how Cora had turned out, and begged Momma to watch out for Ken, leaving a trust for myself and Ken in Momma's hands. Ken has hers in an account, untouched, not wanting her mother to know about it, while mine sits untouched in a savings account. The money can't change years of coldness, but I understand some people weren't supposed to be parents.

"It's just for the best right now, Alex…."

I sigh at her words, knowing she won't budge, unwilling to deal with her momma's antics.

The door opens again. Jingles, a clubwhore I normally fuck speaks, "Kennedy can I have a moment alone with Breaker?"

I turn my head and raise a brow as Ken goes to stand. I grip her arm, keeping her in place, already noticing the fucking stick in her hand.

I snap, "There's no fucking way you’re pregnant with my baby when I use my fucking condoms to fuck you, and never fucking come inside of you!"

Kennedy turns in shock while Jungles smirks, her light blue eyes practically shining with glee.

"Actually, about four weeks ago, I handed you a condom when you were drunk…. I believe it was your father's birthday. The condom may or may not have had a hole in it."

The bitch trapped me, her words proving it.

Fuck….

Angry, I stand beside Kennedy, who points at her and sneers, "You selfish fucking bitch," causing me to look at her in shock, knowing she barely ever curses. "You took advantage of a brother in his time of need, showing your true fucking colors, purposely trapping him for his patch! Don't think I don't see your plan. You've been screwing Breaker for years yet now you’re pregnant? The fucking day he's patched over as an officer?" Ken takes a step forward and growls, "I'd put those money hungry eyes away if I were you, because like hell are you getting his patch!"

Jingles eyes darken in anger as I take a step forward and grind out, "Not only will I be requesting a DNA test, but when that baby is born, you'll no longer be allowed to fuck the brothers; you will be signing a contract, and if you break it, you will be kicked out of the club without the baby!"

She smirks. "Of course, I won't break it, baby, I'll be your old lady…."

Kennedy snorts at the bitch's stupidity while I narrow my eyes and state. "Actually, you won't be! You'll be a club mouse, cleaning up after everyone. Once a fucking bitch, always a bitch, and the only reason you'll still be allowed on club property is because of the baby. But one negative reaction toward that baby, then you won’t just be out, you’ll be fucking dead!"

I grab Ken's hand, who squeezes mine, and storm toward my mother's house, where I know Crow has taken her, wondering how I'm going to fucking tell her about this. Tats was born because a clubwhore was trapping his dad, and now the same fucking thing has happened to me.

This is probably going to kill her.

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