Page 3 of Seized By Solo

“Look at our baby brother being all grown up and shit.” Dutch slugs Kink in the arm and they start scrapping like a pair of fucking kids.

They grapple on the floor, both laughing as they do. Everyone is watching them fuck around, so I take the opportunity to slip from the room. I make my way to my bike and climb on.

Leaving the clubhouse, I ride, clearing my head. I wish Elsie would get her lush, plump arse back here to me so I can fucking claim her the right way.

CHAPTER TWO

ELSIE

I smile as I watch my twins, Ruthie and Ricky, banter back and forth while eating their breakfast. They are my world, my reason for starting this new life that took me so long to see was needed.

Over the past year, we have been finding ourselves again. The kids now laugh loudly when they think something is funny. They are no longer afraid to ask for something they want.

It makes my heart so bloody happy to see them happy. But it also hurts my heart to admit it took me so long to get them away from my ex-husband. Can you call your dead husband an ex?

For nine years, my babies had to put up with Nigel’s temper. He never laid a hand on them, but rather, they were never allowed to be nine-year-old kids. However, over the last year they have flourished.

Ricky is handling things better than Ruthie, who still has nightmares from time to time, but she puts on a brave face andmoves on with her day. My babies are older than their years and that is my fault.

When Adele, her man Kink, and the Royal Bastards MC helped us, my heart was full of gratitude. They took us away from a life no person should have to live through. No one has the right to put their hand on another unless it is to defend themselves.

I try not to think of the club because I always end up thinking about him. Solo, aka Kane Huskins.

That man is the size of a rugby player and then some. His tan skin that covers his bulging muscles is covered in intricate tattoos, along with some that he has blocked out on his forearms.

When he would smile at me, my body would react in ways it never had before, and that alone scared me. Sex with Nigel was something of a necessity—anything to get him to leave me alone for a little while. I never orgasmed with him; only myself when he was gone from the house.

He hated me having any pleasure or joy.

“Mum, do you know where my PE kit is?” Ricky asks as he climbs off his chair.

“It’s in the basket. I pulled it off the line yesterday.”

“Awesome.” He runs to collect his things.

I look to Ruthie, who is writing things down on a piece of paper.

“What have you got there, sweetheart?”

She stops writing and looks up at me with a worried expression on her face. Leaning forward, I rest my hand on her arms, soothing her.

“Hey, there is no wrong in this house, right?”

She nods. “It’s homework from my teacher. She told us we had to write a little something about someone who means so much to us.”

“Can I read?” I nod to the paper.

Ruthie slides it over to me then jumps up and follows her brother.

My Someone

My mum is my someone.

She is strong.

She is pretty.

She loves me and my brother.

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