MC Biker Romance: BAD BOY ROMANCE: Taken (Secret Baby Biker Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Pregnancy Romance) by Casey Elliot Read Free Book Online

Brandy could see it, the resemblance between them. There was no denying it, he was definitely the biker’s boy. Despite him still being a baby, he had the making of Rex’s diamond shaped jaw and high cheekbones, and there was that nose… that proud, snub nose…
    For a long while, Brandy watched the biker stare with love at his son. If she was being honest with herself, she’d have to admit he seemed to genuinely love him despite him having never met him before. There was a bond between the two as they played and laughed.
    She watched as Rex picked his boy up and flung him over his shoulder. Ricky squealed and giggled as the enormous man tickled his ribs. Brandy couldn’t help but smile, eventhough she was still scared.
    What now? She thought. What about Neil? As Rex looked up and their eyes met across the room, his mood seemed to change once again. He put the little boy gently on the bed and asked for a high five. As Ricky slammed his little palm into Rex’s, he laughed and did a backward roll.
    “So…” Rex approached Brandy while he was still laughing at his son’s amateur gymnastics. “He’s a real cute kid. Looks just like me as a baby.”
    “I can imagine that.”
    “He’s even got that little cheeky streak running through him. He’ll be trouble, I can tell you that.”
    “Yeah… I hope not,” Brandy looked to the floor.
    “Well,” Rex reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Shall we talk outside?”
    She nodded, knowing she had no choice. She had to do what he said. As they walked down the stairs and back out into the garden, the biker lit two cigarettes and handed one to the young mom.
    “I shouldn’t,” she sighed. “I’m really trying to quit.
    “Urgh… Quitting's for losers,” he smirked.
    Brandy found herself laughing at his lame joke eventhough she hated him. There was something about him that was so magnetic, eventhough he was a brute. He’s a psycho, just remember that, she reminded herself.
    “Is that a smile I see?” Rex noticed the look on her face. “If I wasn’t dreamin’, I’d say you were sweet on me again.”
    “Nope,” she looked back down to the floor as she blew out a lungful of smoke. “I’m just thinking of something.”
    “Oh yeah? Like your new man?”
    She looked up at him with panic in her eyes.
    “What?” he upturned his hands. “Like you think I don’t know? It’s written all over your face, his smell’s still in this house and his shit’s everywhere.”
    He shook his head in despair.
    “I don’t know how you could do something like that to me, Brandy. I thought we were good together.” He looked into her eyes with a pained expression etched across his face. “Weren’t we?”
    “We were,” she nodded, her lips hanging onto the end of the cigarette butt. “But, I can’t believe you’d do such a thing like hold up a gas station with a shotgun,” she spat. “Why would you do something like that? What did you need the money for?”
    He said nothing, just sucked on his cigarette as if it was giving him life.
    “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about gang business, lady,” he tilted his head back and gave her his signature cocky look.
    She could see the sweat on his brow and smell the whiskey on him.
    “You’ve been drinking already,” she said. “It’s not even nine A.M.”
    “Well… what can I say? I was released at six this morning and I kinda went to town a little.”
    “A little?”
    Again, he said nothing. They both stood in silence. In the background, the humid breeze rustled through the long grass, and beyond that, a freight truck hurtled down the empty road. Brandy listened to it, her ears in tune to the sounds of the country. She imagined the vehicle kicking up dust as it drove, the driver deep in concentration as he hurled himself through the wilderness.
    “You look lost in thought,” Rex interrupted her. “What’s on your mind?” he asked casually.
    “Too much,” she slumped down