Page 39 of Breaker

My heart pounds as he squeezes my hand, and the thought of leaving him breaks my heart. I feel like I'm leaving my own child.

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Breaker

I walk out of the school reluctantly, my fingers balled into a fist. My whole fucking life is inside that building. We should all be going home to cook dinner together, but no, that fucking bitch drugged me and started this whole shit storm, and everything just spiraled from there.

I miss my girl, and I miss my son, and my body still fucking feels dirty after what I did with Suzy, the guilt never leaving me.

Sighing, I place Noah’s helmet and harness under my seat, and sit on my Harley and wait. I won't head to work until they are both safe at her apartment. I do this every evening, but tonight I won't just sit outside her door for two hours before driving around town like usual. I know she wants this time with our boy.

And yes, our fucking boy. If I have my way, she'll be his momma before the year is out.

I tilt my head toward the door as my family walks out hand in hand, both smiling at each other while they talk. I grab my phone and take a picture, needing the memory of love for each other in their eyes.

As I put my phone away, Noah looks my way, looking sad, causing Quinn to glance at me. Her eyes soften before she bends and whispers something in his ear. He nods, handing her his bag before he runs toward me, and my heart stutters. I don't move as he gets in front of me, his eyes tearing up, and fuck, I hate that sight.

"Do you hate me, Daddy?" he whispers.

Fuck…

I bend and lift him up, his arms wrapping around my neck, and I hug him tight, whispering back, "How could I ever hate you, bud? You and Quinny, you're my world. Do you understand me? You are both my everything!" He nods, sniffling, and I hold him tighter before promising, "I'm going to win her back, bud. I promise you, we won't lose her."

He nods again, squeezing me tightly before saying, "I love you, Daddy."

I smile with relief, and I reply, "I love you too, bud…. Now go spend the night with the woman I promise I’ll make your momma."

He nods again before kissing my cheek, and I place him down, then watch him run over to Quinn. I smile as he hugs her legs before climbing into his car seat. I watch as she clicks him in before shutting the door and looking my way.

I smile, stating loudly, "I'll follow you back to yours before going to work."

She nods, knowing not to argue with me. I've been following her home for a month, and that won't change until she's living in my house with my ring on her finger, my cut on her back, and hopefully, my baby in her belly.

Sighing, I start my bike and follow her to her apartment, wishing we could go back to where we were in my house, and I'd walk downstairs to find her in nothing but my shirt, her golden hair on the top of her head as she makes pancakes for our boy.

Soon, fucking soon.

After following them home, she beeps her horn, making me smile, before I head off to work. All I want to do is head inside with them, eat a meal with them, then cuddle up with them.

I give Phil a head nod. He's on door duty tonight at Devil's Temptation; all prospects have to rotate on door duty, and some, like him, hate it but still do it, wanting a brotherhood patch. When I walk inside, I notice Suzy behind the bar in nothing but a bra and panties, which means she's been practicing on the stage, getting ready for opening. But I ignore her and head to my office, or at least that was my plan until she decides to step in my path like the idiot she is.

I raise a brow at her, and she scowls, placing her hands on her narrow hips, and states, "Seriously, I thought you would have apologized by now!"

I snort. "Really? After you took advantage of my drunken state, knowing my girl ended things with me, then decided to fucking blab what happened right in front of her at Smokey's wedding, hoping she'll never forgive me, giving you a chance to get my patch?" She flinches. I bend forward and spit, "I'm pretty sure my prez warned you to stay the fuck away from me, or you'll lose your job. He wasn't bullshitting you, Suzy…. Get back behind that bar and stay the hell away from me, or your done." I look down on her, wondering why in the fuck I allowed her to touch me, and sneer, "You don't want to fuck with me, Suzy. Just because I fucked you doesn't mean I had feelings for you. You were just a hole to fill, and I'll easily snap your neck, and then sleep like a baby at night."

Her eyes widen, but I ignore her and push past the bitch, going to my office to start on the fucking paperwork that needs to be done. I’ve been busy riding around with Tats, looking for the fucking drug runners that’re trying to come into our territory. The past month has fucking been hard. Snake had a call from his old lady Sarah last week. Some slimy fucker tried to intimidate her when she was alone in the garage, wanting her to sell their drugs using the bikes as a cover. He fucking shit himself when we pulled up. I spent an hour smashing my sledgehammer into his body to get some answers, before sitting outside of Quinn's door while Noah slept at Momma's, refusing to come home.

Four more men are still at large, scared because their men are slowly going missing, and by missing, I mean me breaking their bones before Smokey burns their bodies.

And don't fucking get me started on a few weeks ago when Violet, Tat's wife, was kidnapped by her fucking uncle, wanting her inheritance. She was fucking tied spread eagle to a dirty fucking bed for three weeks in a building that crumbled as soon as Smokey fucking lit the match.

Not only did we learn that her uncle also killed her parents, but she was pregnant. Doc couldn't find a heartbeat, and we all thought she lost the baby, killing a little bit of her soul. Thankfully, the baby moved that evening, and she’s been on bed rest for the past week. There may be a chance that the baby has brain damage; we just won't know until he's born.

Fuck, my hands itch to break something.

I shake my head as I open my office door, wondering how Violet survived her captivity, before I catch sight of something and stop at the open door.

Motherfucker!

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