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UNDRESSED Soul Catchers MC
Author: Zoey Parker

UNDRESSED: Soul Catchers MC

By Zoey Parker

 

 

I told her to get undressed… I won’t take no for an answer.

 

To my MC brothers, I’m a reckless rebel. But to Kira, I’m a new dad, desperate for help raising a child I never knew I had.

She thinks I’m kind, normal — because she doesn’t know what I really do.

I just hope she’s ready…

Because I’m going to show her all at once – with my words, with my hands, with the monster behind my zipper – I’m a bad, bad man.

 

By day, I’m a good guy.

I have a real job, a real life. I help people.

And, hell… part of me even likes it.

 

But there’s another side that I don’t share in the sunlight.

 

With my leather on my back and my bike between my legs, that white knight façade gets left behind.

When the engines roar, I’m as bad as they come.

I drink. I f*ck. I fight.

And g*ddamn, I love it.

 

But my dual life comes to a screeching halt when my ex drops off a child I didn’t know I had.

Suddenly, I have a son to care for.

 

I wasn’t ready for this, and I sure as hell can’t manage it alone.

Especially not when my club is threatening to implode.

I need help until I can get all this sh*t figured out.

 

The girl who answers my Help Wanted ad is desperate, but I figure that’s a good thing – I’m desperate, too.

And it doesn’t hurt that she’s a stone-cold stunner with a child of her own.

 

Single dad meets single mom…

Under other circumstances, it might even be cute.

But ours isn’t a cute story at all.

There’s far too much blood and misery for that.

 

And besides – when I finally f*ck Kira, it will be far from cutesy.

It will be hard.

Brutal.

Damn near savage.

 

My dark side wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

 

Chapter One

 

Brent

 

Tap. Tap tap tap. Brent rolled his eyes, annoyed at being disturbed when he’d just opened up his first beer of the evening. It had been a long day at the office dealing with patients, and then a long afternoon at the MC clubhouse, and all he wanted to do was curl up into his couch, watch some mindless television, and fall asleep. But no, the universe wouldn’t grant him that much, it seemed. Somebody was at his front door.

 

“No thanks, I don’t want to buy whatever you’re selling—” Brent started to say as he opened his door. He cut himself off when he saw his ex-girlfriend, Danielle, standing on his front porch. What the fuck? Brent thought to himself. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in almost five years, after she’d left in the middle of the night with no warning. He stood there, fumbling over his words, for a long moment before he finally forced himself to say, “Dani. Long time no see.”

 

“Yeah, save it, Brent,” Danielle said, sighing deeply and brushing some hair off her forehead. Her face was drawn, her cheeks a little sunken in. She looked like she hadn’t slept in months. “I’m not here to play nice with you.”

 

“What are you here for, then?” Brent wondered out loud, finally spotting the heavy-looking suitcase that was propped up on the porch next to Danielle.

 

Danielle blew out her breath forcefully, her eyes going glassy and unfocused. “This is hard to say.”

 

Brent felt his impatience start to ramp up, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance as Danielle struggled to come up with an explanation. In all honesty, though, Brent knew he wasn’t as angry as he should have been. Danielle had abandoned him without even telling him why. He’d even worried that she’d been kidnapped by a rival MC until he had a private investigator locate her a few weeks after she disappeared. But despite all of that, he couldn’t help but feel a little concerned as he stared at the woman across from him. She’d lost a lot of weight since he’d last seen her, and time hadn’t gone easy on her face. She wore deep wrinkles where before her skin had been silky smooth. So even though there was a part of him tempted to yell at her to spit it out, he held himself back, waiting in the excruciating silence until Danielle finally spoke again.

 

“You have a son,” Danielle said, clearing her throat and straightening her shoulders as she met Brent’s confused gaze. “He’s right there, waiting in the car.” She turned and pointed at the cheap, beat-up car parked in his driveway. When Brent squinted a little, he could make out the silhouette of a small face pressed against one of the back windows.

 

“What?” Brent sputtered out, totally dumbfounded.

 

“You have a son. With me,” Danielle said. “I ran away when you knocked me up, okay? And I had a kid. His name is Dylan. He’s four. He’s…a good kid.”

 

Brent lost his breath for a moment as Danielle’s words sunk in. I have a son? Brent repeated to himself silently. What?

 

A thousand questions popped up into his mind. How do I know the kid is mine? Why did she never tell me before now? Is he healthy? Is he smart? Is he anything like me? Or is he more like her? Why did she run away? We could have been a family.

 

But he didn’t ask any of that. Instead, what left his mouth was, “Can I meet him?”

 

“Oh, you can do a lot more than that,” Danielle said with a harsh, bitter chuckle. She turned on her heel, leaving the packed suitcase on the porch as she walked out to the car, pulling a little boy from the backseat before carrying him back up to Brent’s house. “Here he is. Meet Dylan.”

 

“Hi,” the little boy said softly, waving his tiny hand a little until Brent reciprocated the motion.

 

“Hey there. I’m Brent,” he said stiffly, unsure of what was appropriate in this situation.

 

“He’s your dad, the guy I’ve been telling you about,” Danielle said into Dylan’s head, hitching him up higher on her hips, like his weight was becoming too heavy a burden to bear. “He’s the one you’re going to be staying with from now on.”

 

“Wait, what?” Brent asked, knocked off guard by Danielle’s casual statement.

 

“He’s yours now. He’s potty-trained and everything, so the hard part’s over with, okay? I packed everything he needs in this bag,” Danielle said quickly before slowly lowering Dylan to the ground. “Bye, baby. Daddy will take care of you now, all right?”

 

“Wait, wait, Dani, hold on, let’s talk about this,” Brent said, feeling a wave of panic start to rise inside of him as the small child stumbled forward into his house, brushing past him in his curiosity to discover whatever waited inside.

 

“Nothing to talk about,” Danielle said as she marched away from the house, power-walking down the sidewalk towards the driveway. “It’s done.”

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