Free HAWK: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 5) by Samantha Leal Page B

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Table of Contents
     
     
    Chapter One
    Chapter Two
    Chapter Three
    Chapter Four
    Chapter Five
    Chapter Six
    Chapter Seven
    Chapter Eight
    Chapter Nine
    Chapter Ten
    Chapter Eleven
     

CHAPTER 1
     
     
    The old man had hung on for so long he knew that it wouldn’t be much more time before he could finally let go. He looked up at the ceiling as he breathed in and out slowly and thought back over his past. He had had a good life, one that had been filled with a lot of joy and good times. He’d been lucky. He knew that because he had met and known a lot of people in his time who hadn’t been. He had been blessed and he had been happy. He had had a good set of friends and a family of warriors by his side throughout everything he had done. Each milestone he had reached, he had had an army of brothers at his back only wishing him the best.
    He could only ever be thankful for that.
    He smiled as his chest heaved and the pain spread through him further. It had been a bad couple of weeks, but at least he knew he was nearing the finish line. He wouldn’t have to suffer for much longer. If it hadn’t been for the surprise of his little girl walking through the door after all of those years, maybe he wouldn’t still be clinging on now.
    He coughed and tasted blood.
    “Well,” he wheezed to himself. “Can’t be long now.”
    He laughed and the pain shot through him even more.
    He remembered what it had been like to join a club like the Forsaken Riders back in its hay day. He still remembered each and every member of the charter when he had been initiated and, even though many of them had gone since, he still loved them dearly.
    A lot of blood had been shed over the years, and a lot of people have died for the club. It was almost ironic that Reid knew that he would be next. One of the oldest surviving members and head of a club that had ruled the desert for generations… Now he was going to have to hand over the baton to someone else just as deserving.
    And the timing couldn’t have been worse.
    He clenched his hands together and crossed them over his belly. The bed was warm and comfortable, and even though he had been confined to it for the past few months, he still felt as if he was floating on clouds. His legs were numb now from the drugs and his mouth was dry, but he didn’t mind. He’d enjoyed spending the past few weeks off the sauce. He’d needed it. It had given him the clarity required to make the decision that was going to change everything.
    He knew that King was the rightful person to step in and fill his shoes. Not only had he been with the club for many years, he had proved himself time and time again as one of the most loyal and powerful men behind the Forsaken.
    But now Reid had a problem…
    A conflict of interest…
    His daughter Lexi.
    Her and King were in love, and how could he possibly promote King to head honcho when his daughter was going to get further tangled up in the messes of the brotherhood? He wanted to keep her safe and her husband by her side. He didn’t want her widowed before she had even turned thirty.
    No , he thought as he stared at the ceiling. I can’t do it to her or to King. They deserve a long life together; one that has more freedom that being the head of this club requires.
    He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. He knew it would cause ill feeling, but he also knew that he had to take care of the people closest to him. Even though Lexi had only been in his life for a short time, she had been the light he had been waiting for. She had illuminated the darkness that had been ahead of him and ensured that he had enjoyed his last few months.
    It had looked pretty bleak after the doctor’s prognosis, but now he had a daughter to cherish and a lot of time to make up for. He had enjoyed life again and she had added a dimension to his final days that he had never, ever expected to have the opportunity to experience.
    Reid wasn’t just an old time biker…