Page 3 of Addison

"Are you kidding right now, Baby? You're our family. We never give up on our family. I'd have thought you'd realize that by now."

"Family or not, I'm not really bringing much to the table. It seems like I'm more of a burden than anything."

With a sigh, she places a soft kiss on Glenn's head before giving him back over to me.

"I know this is all leftover trauma from what you went through with that bastard Hollister, so I'm going to let it slide this time. But I never want to hear you talking like this again. Hollister is gone."

I giggle and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will my mind not to think back on that time. More specifically, the time Riot pulled Hollister into the backyard and tortured him for his part in destroying her life. Hollister is way gone. We even have his balls in a jar in Vexx's private office as a reminder.

"I know he's gone, but..."

"But nothing, Addison. You belong here with us. We're never going to let anyone hurt you or this baby ever again. You're doing good on your prospect ride. Soon you'll be a full-fledged member of the Eve's Fury MC, and then you can worry about trying to pull your weight. Right now, all you need to worry about is being a good mother to this little boy. Not that you need any tips; you're amazing."

I let my gaze drop down to Glenn and watch as his eyelids slowly start to fall. After my upbringing, I'd never thought I'd be a good mother, but every day I surprise myself.

"Thank you, Riot, seriously, for everything that you've done for us and for the crap I'm sure you're going to have to deal with in the future."

"Ah, man, don't get mushy on me. And there's no need to thank me. You're one of us. We all take care of our own. Now get this big boy to bed." She gently hands Glenn back to me, and I get up feeling lighter for some reason, as if all my problems have magically just floated away.

Something about knowing that my place here is solidified puts me at ease. I have Glenn's crib in the corner of my room, and as I place him down in the safety of the small bed, I stare down into his face and feel my heart swell yet again.

Nothing and no one is ever going to keep me from loving this kid. It just feels a little better to know I have the club's support.

As Glenn sleeps, I watch as he pushes his bottom lip out while he dreams. The face makes me laugh. It's an expression I never do, but he seems to have been born with it.

It's not lost on me that it takes two to make a child, and in the back of my mind, I wonder if Glenn's father even knows he's alive. And if he does, does he think about him?

Two

The dull blue light of the computer screen hurts my eyes. My head is throbbing from looking at the report over and over again, but I need to get as much information as possible. Every time I look something up, it seems there are more and more secrets underneath.

Usually, I wouldn't spend so much time in front of the computer, but I need to know more about her. The one mistake I made while working on the force...

Sitting back in my worn leather chair, I press my fingertips to my eyes and press down hard, trying to get some relief. The words are starting to merge together on the screen.

It didn't take me very long to find out about her, even when using facial recognition software. What is taking me so long is trying to find out where she went wrong in her life. After all, if she's the mother of my child, I need to know about all her skeletons in the closet.

Her name is Addison Murphy, but the group she hangs out with calls her Baby. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to understand how she got that name. She's only twenty-one years old. That means she lied to me about her age. She told me she was twenty-one when I first met her.

The minute I saw her standing on the porch of the Eve's Fury clubhouse, I recognized her. I don't think she saw me, though. If she did, she didn't show it. I'd expect her to pass out or something like that. It's what I wanted to do, especially when I saw the baby in her hand--a little boy with my hair and eyes. He's just the right age, it looks like, to be mine, but I'm not sure. I have to be sure.

I've been digging into Addison's past for the past few months, trying to find anything that would point to the child not being hers or, even worse, not being mine. So far, I've come up with nothing but the fact that it most likely is. She doesn't have much of an online presence. No Facebook or Instagram. The only up-to-date photos I have of her are the ones that come out when the club does any of their community service work. For a group that is supposed to be full of badass biker women, they all seem to have good hearts.

I'm not really concerned with what she's doing nowadays. I'm more worried about what she was doing in her past.

When I first started on the force, I was paired with Riggs. He was my partner and the man who was supposed to be teaching me everything I wanted and needed to know. I thought everything was on the up and up when he told me that he knew of a place where the off-duty officers let off a bit of steam. I'd been working non-stop for nearly a year straight at that time and wanted to fit in more with the rest of the squad. I'm not really for parties, but I let Riggs talk me into it.

They took me to this upscale house, got me boozed up, and shoved me in a room. I wasn't expecting a woman to be in there with me. Especially not one that looked like my every wet dream come to life. Addison took my breath away that night, and it feels like she's yet to give it back.

I've always had a bit of a pillow princess kink. I want to be the leader in the bedroom, want to command my partner what to do and how to do it, want to be the teacher, but I never had the chance to act out any of my fantasies. I'd let that secret slip one night while Riggs and I were in the middle of a stakeout. Compared to his fantasies, wanting to play Daddy seemed a little bit tame.

I figured it'd be a fantasy I'd take to my grave until Addison opened her mouth, and she was everything I'd wished for.

I asked her if she was a working girl, asked her if she really truly wanted to be there. Even in my inebriated state, I did everything I could to make sure that she was a willing participant, but she played her role so well. She made all of my dreams come true until I found out the next day that it was really a nightmare.

Turns out she was a working girl, and Riggs had gotten me to break the law by soliciting a prostitute. It made me sick to my stomach, but for Riggs, it was the one piece of leverage he needed to keep me in my place. After that night, things began to change. I saw him for what he really was.

Nothing but a scumbag with a badge pinned on his shirt.

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