Free Biker Taken (The Lost Souls MC Series Book 6) by Ellie R Hunter Page B

me, but it had the opposite effect on me.
    Every curse and threat I heard enticed me, it pushed me to feel. It took all of ten seconds for fists to start flying, both theirs and mine. I was on fire, I had two of them down before their friends saw it coming. I was releasing built up grief and turning it into aggression. My fists were connecting with jaws and cheekbones and it was a beautiful sight. Well, it was a beautiful sight until a bar stool came down over my head.
    The minutes that followed felt like hours, some men would have curled into a ball to protect themselves, not me. I took every kick with pleasure. Strangely, it was the release I needed.
    They thought they owned the place, they thought they owned me. They beat me until they were exhausted and believed they won. Only I knew the truth of what happened that night. To them they beat down another guy who wasn’t one of them, to me, they saved me. They brought me back to life.
    Whoever has me tied down here like an unwanted mongrel can bring it. It may just bring me back to life again.
    I retrace my memory of the events that brought me here and try to remember faces or voices I heard that I could put a name too. The truth is, I can’t remember anything from the minute I came off my bike.
    Sometimes, I wish I could back to the beginning and start all over. They were simpler days, everyone was still alive and I had my old lady at my side.
     

Chapter Twelve
    Cas
     
    Two hours sleep. Fuck. I managed two hours sleep before I woke up feeling like the walls were closing in on me. I was dressed and out of the door before I woke Alannah and Leo along with me and found myself needing fresh air. I love this time of day when you can hear the crickets chirping and nothing else. The sun long ago rose but my brothers are still crashed out. My eyes are on the main house. I’ve been staring at it trying to work out why we haven’t been using it. It’s been standing empty since Kitty left three years ago and it’s about time we did something with it.
    Flicking my cigarette to the ground, I watch until it burns out and only the butt is left, blowing off in the breeze.
    “Da da.”
    A smile crosses my face at the sound of my innocent son. Turning around on the bench, Leo toddles my way and he too is wearing a big smile.
    “Hey little man.”
    Alannah follows him out looking well rested but worry edges around her.
    “Did you manage to get any sleep?” she asks, as I scoop Leo up off the ground.
    I lean over Leo and kiss Lana good morning and breathe in her vanilla perfume.
    “Sleep? Did you get any?” she asks, again.
    “Not much,” I shrug, “Let’s go get your breakfast,” I smile at Leo, changing the conversation before Alannah really starts to worry.
    When she told me she was carrying my kid on our wedding day, I didn’t think I could be that happy ever again. I was surrounded my brothers, wearing the president patch, just married the only woman I have ever loved and we were having our first child. Life couldn’t get any better, then it did, our son was born and when I looked into his eyes it left me speechless how my mother looked at me and abandoned me. I’m going to get those good days back and everyone will be here to enjoy them too. Slade and Kristen are expecting their first child together and I’ll be damned if another child is born into the club with threats over our heads.
    Sitting Leo on my lap at the table in the kitchen, Alannah prepares the breakfast. I fucking love her so much. I’ve been such an ass to her lately and here she is, acting like I’m the best thing in her life.
    “I’m sorry for last night, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I had a badass headache and I couldn’t think straight.”
    She smiles over her shoulder, “Don’t worry about it.”
    And just like that we move on. Leo pats at my patches and I lean down and kiss his forehead.
    “One day, you’ll wear your own patches and stand by my side,” I grin, picturing my boy