Page 5 of Kaya's King

“Bye, Mr. Loki, bye, Mr. Specks,” Noah calls out, racing from Loki’s room. Today’s a good day with minimal pain which means he’s taking advantage of being able to maneuver like a typical little boy.

“Y’all be careful,” Loki demands.

“Don’t know any other way to be,” I deadpan. Careful should be my middle name at this point.

Specks

I watch with curiosity as Noah practically hops around the room today. “Mr. Loki, look what my mommy did!” he exclaims as Loki wipes away the top layer of ink on my latest tat.

Loki shuts his gun down and turns his attention to the little boy. “Let me see, Noah.” The little boy turns sideways, and I see a tattoo on his tiny bicep that looks like a superhero.

“Did she draw that?” I ask, impressed with the detail I see.

“Yes, she did,” Noah replies, grinning at me. I see he’s missing a front tooth, the adult tooth having just broken through, which gives him a slight lisp. “She’s very good.”

“Yeah, she is,” I admit. The brunette beauty has spent a lot of time on my mind, something I’m not wanting to look at and explore too closely. While the brothers who’ve taken old ladies seem happy and content, it’s not something I ever thought about because of the demons from my past.

A past I don’t want to think about right now since Noah is bouncing around in exuberance. “So where are you headed?” I question.

“To a special doctor,” he replies. “That’s why we moved here because Mommy said the doctor where we used to live wasn’t able to help me.”

Looking more closely at him, I see that while he’s been bouncing around the room the whole time, he seems to be favoring his right side. “He wasn’t?” I probe.

“No, Mommy says I’ve got something wrong with one of my bones,” he announces.

“I see.” Although I don’t, not really. I mentally decide to do a little sleuthing, because even though we’re a legit club, it pays to be proactive instead of reactive.

When she arrives, I take the time to peruse her while she and Loki talk. She’s beautiful; a brunette with tattoos and severalpiercings, at least from what I can see. She’s also attentive to Noah. Even though I feel it deep in my soul that she’s going to be mine, thatthey’regoing to be mine, I’ll still check into things to be on the safe side.

CHAPTER

TWO

Specks

Once Loki is finishedwith my tattoo, cleaned me up, and handed out my instructions, I head to the clubhouse so I can start logging into my computers. It’s time to see what I can find out about one Kaya Mabry and her little boy. Why I’m so obsessed with her is something I won’t look at too closely, at least not right now. Plain and simple, I want her; the feeling slammed into me several months ago when we first met, but I shook it off. Today, that need to possess her, own her, protect her was infinitely stronger.

The ride to the clubhouse is too short and I make a mental note to take a longer one later. I need to clear my head of thoughts from the past. A past I thought I’d buried long ago, but apparently, that’s not the case and skeletons have a way of coming out of the closet when you’re least expecting them to do so.

As I continue booting up my computers and wait for the screens to come to life, my mind drifts to when I was a kid.

“Why can’t I go outside and play, Mommy?” I asked, tears slowly rolling down my face.

“You can’t go out, Tyson, your brother just got over being sick. I can’t have him catching a cold and winding up back in the hospital. You don’t want that, do you?”

I shook my head because Tommy was already small for his age due to the cystic fibrosis. His last trip to the hospital left me alone with a nanny since our daddy was out of town for work and Mommy never left my brother's side. “Okay, Mommy. I guess I’ll just go watch tv.”

“That’s a good boy, Tyson.”

Shaking my head to clear the memories before they progress and get worse, I find the folder with her background check information. Everyone who works for one of the club’s businesses has one run on them, so we don’t get hit with any surprises. Scanning through the documents, I don’t see anything that immediately jumps out at me, which is good.

“Time to dig deeper,” I murmur to myself as I pull up a different database and input some of her personal information. Maybe it’s intrusive, but I’ll use the excuse I’m protecting the club if anyoneinterrogates me about why I’m doing this, although I suspect once I explain the reasoning, they’ll understand.

Time ceases to exist as I examine every particle of her life before she came here to work for Loki. I see where she married young and was widowed not long after, how her pregnancy was relatively normal, all things considered. Both parents are deceased, and her grandmother, who is retired, lives with her and Noah in a small rental house not too far from the clubhouse.

A small part of me feels guilty about being intrusive to this extent, but my past experience has me wanting to make sure she’s legit and has not been railroaded by the supposed ‘professionals’ where his health is concerned, like the doctors tried to do to my mom. “Let’s see what’s going on with the little guy,” I mutter even though I’m alone and there aren’t any witnesses to my musings. No one will dare breach the doorway unless it’s a club emergency.

Outside of the fact that the majority of the old ladies are expecting right now so my brothers seem to always be running around to get this or that for their various cravings, we’ve got nothing major going on. Of course, that could change at a moment’s notice considering we’re an MC, but we don’t dabble in the gray area of things. When we decided to start the club, we all voted to keep everything legitimate. I’m sure there are clubs out there who thumb their noses at us because we aren’t involved in illegal activities, but we don’t give a flying fuck.

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