Page 20 of Harley's Hex
“Oh my God,” Harley laughed. “Did you raid one of your kids’ closets to come up with that costume?” she teased.
Hex grinned. “Told you he’d go all out.”
Savage pulled Hex in for a quick side hug, grinning widely. “Well, if it isn’t Yonkers’ finest,” he rumbled, pulling Harley into a tight bear hug again. “Damn, girl. You look good. Motherhood agrees with you.”
“Thanks, Savage.” She laughed against his chest. “You look like a bad B-movie.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he grumbled. “B movies were always my favorite.”
Behind him came Bowie, wearing a pirate hat that was way too small for his head and waving a fake plastic sword. He looked like he stole some of his kids’ Halloween costumeaccessories, too. “Where’s the kid, mama bear?” he called out, smirking.
“Home with the babysitter, Jodi,” Harley said. “It’s our first night away from him.” She gave her best pout, making all the guys laugh.
“He’ll be fine,” Bowie said. The first time Savage and I took Dallas out after each baby, she called the sitter every five minutes.” He, Dallas, and Savage had a bunch of kids. Harley couldn’t imagine Dallas still being nervous about leaving one of her babies.
Hex wrapped an arm around her waist. “She’s been a bundle of nerves since we left the house. And I’m pretty sure that she snuck a phone call to Jodi on the way here—from the back of my bike.” He rolled his eyes and smiled at her. Harley elbowed him lightly, but couldn’t keep from smiling.
Hurricane appeared next, striding up the porch steps like the host of some chaos-fueled carnival. “My Yonkers guys and Savage Hell in one place? Jesus, my neighbors are gonna love this,” he said, clapping Savage on the shoulder. “Good to see you, brother.”
“Good to be here,” Savage answered. “You sure that you don’t mind putting me and my guys up in the rooms upstairs?” he asked.
“You guys can stay with us,” Harley offered.
“Nope—we don’t want to mess up the little guy’s schedule,” Ryder insisted. “Besides, Henry doesn’t need to see his drunk uncles when we finally stumble home tonight.”
“He’s right,” Savage said. “I think it might be best for our rowdy bunch to stay here for the night. We’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow to meet little Henry.” Harley loved the idea of her friends from Savage Hell finally getting to meet her little guy. It was going to be good to catch up with the guys, too. The last time that they had seen Savage, Bowie, and the guys was whenthey all flew up with Ryder to come to their wedding just before Henry was born. There was no way that she or Hex wanted to get married without their Savage Hell family with them, and all of them being there for their little ceremony made the day absolutely perfect.
“We’ve always got the room,” Hurricane said.
“We appreciate that, man,” Savage said, clapping the other club’s Prez on the shoulder.
The party raged around them — patches from both clubs mixing, women passing out drinks, music rising with the night. Harley caught sight of a few guys in ridiculous costumes — one of the RBMC prospects had shown up as a werewolf, and someone had strapped blinking pumpkin lights to their bike’s handlebars. She was having so much fun; she almost forgot to check on Henry. Seeing all the guys from both clubs made her happy, and she felt the knot in her chest loosen just a little more.
For months, she’d been wrapped up in being a mom—every thought, every breath orbiting around Henry. Tonight, for just a little while, she got to be Harley again. The woman who’d fallen in love with a stubborn doctor who rode like the wind and kissed like trouble.
Hex leaned down, brushing his lips against her temple. “You okay?”
She nodded, smiling. “Yeah. I really am.”
Hurricane shoved a beer into Hex’s hand and tossed Harley one too. “To family,” he said, raising the bottle. “The old, the new, and the ones dumb enough to show up to my Halloween party every year.” Laughter rippled around them as Harley raised her bottle. “To family.”
As the night stretched on, the music loud, fire crackling, and Savage Hell and Yonkers club’s mingling like they’d always been one club, Harley found herself swaying against Hex, warm and steady under his arm. For the first time since Henry was born,she didn’t feel torn between her old life and the new one. She finally felt like both could exist in the same place, and that had a whole lot to do with the man holding her as though she was his whole life. And she felt the same way about him—her good luck charm, her Hex.
The End
I hope you loved Hex and Harley’s story! Now, buckle up and get ready for another Yonkers, NY Royal Bastard! Beast’s Christmas Belle (A Royal Bastards MC: Huntsville/Yonkers Crossover Christmas Novella Book 4) is coming in December 2025 from K.L. Ramsey!
Beast
Beast had spent most of the year on the road, and that worked for him. He hated having to deal with everyday life shit—like paying rent or a mortgage or even deciding what to make for dinner. Living in his semi and eating at just about every diner across America was his life now, and he liked it that way. At least, that was what he told himself every time he stopped by his parents' for a holiday or birthday and was forced to face down his very inquisitive sisters.
He had grown up with four very bossy, overbearing older sisters who had all found significant others and had settled down. They each had a bunch of kids, and every time he went home, they liked to question him about when he’d be settling down and having a few kids himself. His reply of “Never” wasn’t acceptable to any of them, and when he finally got back on the road after his family visit was over, settling down was all he could think about. But to do that, he’d have to stay in one place long enough to meet someone, and his schedule wouldn’t allow that to happen.
He was an independent driver, and every job he took meant more money in his own pocket and less going to the biggertrucking corporations that tried to run him out of business. He’d tell himself that it was so he could have a future, retiring from the road, but he also knew that might not ever happen.
Right now, all he could think about was the whole month that he was going to take off from work to spend with his family over Christmas. He was even looking forward to seeing his older sisters and putting up with their nagging. It had been almost a year since he saw anyone from his family. He had missed most of the birthdays and anniversaries, and he’d even skipped out on Thanksgiving entirely. His mom hadn’t said it outright, but he could hear the disappointment in her voice during their last phone call. That was enough to make him promise he’d show up for Christmas this year—no excuses.
Beast let out a long sigh as his rig rolled down the interstate, the radio low, the hum of the engine steady and familiar. The highway stretched endlessly ahead of him, looking almost silver under the setting sun. He was somewhere in Alabama now, headed Northeast, the cab warm and smelling faintly of coffee and diesel. He’d been living this way for so long that silence and motion had become his only constants. Still, for the first time in years, he was feeling something that resembled restlessness.
