Free A Baby for the Bad Boy (A Bad Boy Romance: Dominick and Linden, book THREE) by Olivia Hawthorne

Chapter One
Linden
 
    I was a little disappointed that Dom wouldn’t be picking me up after my classes, but there was a part of me that was a little relieved.
    Not seeing him again meant that I got my head back, my body back. I could concentrate in class and actually learn something as the professor lectured us on medications in my Pharmacology course.
    My mind drifted a little though, I couldn’t quite get all of Dom out of my system. I could almost smell him, his leather jacket and musky scent, as I daydreamed in class.
    “Do you mind if I use this?” a girl seated on my left pointed towards my extra pen.
    “Oh, sure,” I replied, handing it to her. I glanced over, pleased to see somebody using a pen and paper instead of a high end laptop. “You’re old school like me.” I smiled.
    “Yeah, I guess I find it a little easier to remember this shit if I write it down, you know?”
    “I never thought of it that way, but I guess yeah, it does make sense.”
    “I’m Mikey,” she said, “it’s short for Michelle, but I’m not a Michelle, I’m more of a Mikey if you know what I mean.”
    I laughed, she was bubbly and bright with red wild hair and a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
    “I do know what you mean. I’m Linden but my mom calls me Lindy, and I’m so not a Lindy.”
    She leaned back on her stool, looked at me and said, “Nope, definitely not a Lindy.”
    We laughed and went back to our note taking. The professor had left a white board full of chemical equations that were going to be on the upcoming midterm, and we only had a short time to write them all down.
    I was almost finished when Mikey leaned back towards me and rolled the pen my way. “Thanks for that,” she said.
    “Any time,” I replied and finished the last equation.
    “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Mikey whispered.
    “Sure, go ahead.”
    “Was that you coming in with the biker this morning?”
    I hesitated, unsure how much I was allowed to tell anyone about my interactions with Dom and his club. I decided that honesty was the best policy.
    “Yeah, it was.”
    “Hell’s Ransom?” she asked.
    “I think so, I’m not sure. I don’t know him that well.”
    “Is he patched into the club?”
    “Um, I’m not sure what that means,” I laughed.
    “Come on, you show up with the hottest freaking biker I’ve ever seen and you don’t know anything about him?” she teased me.
    “I just met him, and I know nothing about how things work. I think he’s the president though, if that means patched.”
    “Are you effing kidding me?” she squealed. Our fellow classmates glared at us and she giggled into her hand. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You were on the back of Dominick Carter’s bike?”
    I blushed, I couldn’t believe she knew Dom. “Yeah,” I replied with a shy grin, “how do you know him?”
    “How do I know him? Oh my god, I would die if I knew him. I have only heard about him,” she whispered.
    “Where would you hear about him?” I asked.
    “One of my friends used to dance at Mystique, do you know it?” I nodded and she continued, “Dominick was there almost every night, she hooked up with him a few times and was completely in love with him, but he never let her on his bike. Are you his old lady?”
    “I’m just his friend,” I told her, “it’s no big deal.”
    “No big deal,” she grinned, “you crack me up, seriously. So are you a dancer at Mystique?”
    “Oh god no, I lack the coordination,” I laughed.
    “I don’t mean to pry, it’s just so exciting and dangerous,” Mikey whispered.
    The professor walked back into the room and began to lecture on the next chapter, so Mikey and I had to stop chatting.
    It was weird, having Dom recognized like that. I’d lived my entire life in our little city and had never even heard of Hell’s Ransom until Rosie had decided to head off with one of their crew.
    In a way I had to thank my wayward sister for running away, for