Page 76 of Anchor

I notice my daughter Mary, who is ten, sitting with Tara, Heaven’s mom, and her husband, Trig—yeah, that romance was a fucking shocker—reading her a book, and my son Cameron, who is eight, sitting next to Trig.

Heaven’s mom stayed single for a good five years, bettering herself and seeking therapy after Heaven and I finished ours. Tara met Trig at a family day picnic. He’s six years younger than her, but he keeps her in check, and she’s become the grandmother to our kids that my wife wished she had as a mother growing up. The fact that my wife never holds it against her is astonishing to me, but it just shows how much of a good heart she has.

I look around the room again and notice my six-year-old son, George, hanging off Sniper, the Devils MC brother, near the bar, his old lady, and our missing club princess Aurora, laughing at them as she holds her large pregnant belly.

Finding out she shacked up with him was a fucking shock, but knowing Axe held her captive for a year and fucking raped her was rage-inducing.

The fucker raped her and knocked her up, but she brought up her daughter with nothing but love and care.

We allowed the Devils to have the kill, especially with her married to Sniper and wearing his cut, while the brothers who helped him are dusted.

We tortured and killed the fuckers.

“Hi, Daddy!” I hear squealed, and I look near the pool table to find my four-year-old daughter Celia being hung upside down by my dad in one hand and Acid’s son hanging upside down in the other. I grin before I blow her a kiss.

White blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.

Out of all six of my kids, she looks the most like my wife, right down to the dimple on her left cheek. The others are spitting images of me, with dark eyes and hair—well, except for Micha, who has his mother’s eyes.

“Mom!” Micha says excitedly, and I quickly turn as he rushes past me to see her gently place Eddy, our two-year-old son, on the floor, who instantly rushes over to me.

I chuckle and catch him, throwing him in the air. His dark eyes sparkle with happiness as he squeals, and I hold him tight, kissing his head.

This little dude is the daredevil of my kids, jumping off the back of the couch or even off the jungle gym. He’s always got to be fucking watched.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Micha,” Heaven blurts, and I watch as she embraces our son, holding him tightly despite him now being taller.

“I wish my daughter would embrace me that way,” Steal grumbles from beside me as Micha holds his mom tighter, being the shameless momma’s boy he is, and I snort.

“Brother, you grounded her for sneaking a ride on your bike—something you did and got your road name for,” I reminded him.

He chuckles. “I have to admit, I was kind of proud.”

I grin as Eddy squeals and throws himself at Steal, who catches him instantly, and throws him in the air.

Between the pair of us, we have nine kids, and fuck me, is it awesome.

Perrie and Acid have three, one on the way, Natalie and Piston have five, and Pitbull has two….

The club is full of kids, and even Shotgun and his old man, Tanner, Cassidy’s best friend, are adopting.

“I was worried, Mom,” Micha says with a slight frown.

Heaven smiles gently at him and replies, “I’m sorry. I just needed to do something this morning." She looks my way and scowls, and my eyes widen in shock.

“Fuck, brother, what did you do?” Steal mutters, taking a step back, holding my son tighter, hoping for protection.

I clear my throat and reply, “I have no idea….”

“Did she find out about Ginger?” he questions, and I shake my head, knowing that is impossible.

The bitch was due to be released next week after having time added on for having an inappropriate relationship with a guard to try and steal his keys, but there were rumors that she was after my wife and kids.

I did what I had to, and got one of our girls on the inside to end her.

Rumor has it that she hung herself, but the truth is she had help.

“Uh, Mom, why do you look like you want to kill Dad?” Micha asks with confusion while my wife, my smart, gorgeous, sweet, caring wife’s scowl turns into a glare, and I feel my dick harden because, fuck me, she looks hot like that, even if I have the sense to back away slowly.

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