Bent, Not Broken (17 page)
“He completes me, David.”
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Amy, I loved your mother. I always have and I always will. We’re not related, but after this day, you will be my daughter for real. I’ll always be indebted to you for bringing my son some peace.”
Someone else knocked on the door.
“It’s time,” Demon said.
Everyone was knocking on her door today.
Blowing out a breath, she took David’s arm and together they made their way downstairs. They passed brothers who wore the leather cut of the Soldiers of Wrath. She hadn’t cared what kind of wedding she had so long as she was getting married to the love of her life. Joker, the man who was the answer to her dreams, had pulled her out of the pit of fear and despair. Rounding the corner, Amy smiled when she saw Joker standing before the priest. She fell even more in love with him in a tuxedo and not the leather jacket she had been expecting.
David handed her to Joker. “Take care of her.”
“With my life.” He took hold of her hand, leading her to the priest.
“You didn’t have to wear this,” she said, finding him even sexier than ever before.
“I know. I wanted to wear this. It’s our day and when you look back, I want you to always remember that my heart, my body, and my soul belong to you and only you.”
Facing the priest, she held Joker’s hand more firmly. He was hers and she was his. At the end of the ceremony, when the priest asked if anyone objected, there was silence all around the clubhouse. No one would dare question their union. Joker slid his ring onto her finger and she did the same with hers. She was his old lady, and he was her old man, and it would be that way until they breathed no longer.
“It hurts,” Amy
said, panting after she tried to push. It had been several months since their marriage and Joker was regretting getting her pregnant. Every part of their life was bliss, filled with happiness and love.
“I know, baby. One more push. You heard the doctor.”
“He’s not even crying yet,” Amy said. “Ouch, it hurts.”
Stroking her head, he whispered words of love and encouragement. Amy was his heart and soul. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. If she asked him to jump, he’d ask her how high. He was devoted to her.
In the last few months he’d proven to her that she was not broken. For so long she’d truly believed she was a broken woman incapable of love and being loved. He’d showed her something different. His woman wasn’t broken. She might be a little bit bent, but they all were, and he loved her even more because of it.
She gave another push and then the sound of a squealing baby filled the room.
The nurses started to clean up the baby and then Joker looked up. Held before them in a blue blanket was a beautiful baby boy: their boy, his and Amy’s first child.
“I love you, Joker.”
Staring at the precious gift she’d given him, Joker held her tight, both of them embracing the little life they’d created.
“What should we name him?” she asked.
“It’s your choice, baby girl.”
She smiled and looked down at the baby. “I guess we don’t have to decide right now.” She looked at him then, her eyes full of love, her face covered in sweat and exhaustion. “I want more, Joker. I want a big family so no one will ever feel alone again.”
They’d both been only children, and he would have given her, would give her, anything she wanted. Pressing a kiss to her head, Joker agreed. “We’re going to have more children. You can count on it.”
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“I
think it’s
time I should go,” Deanna said, walking back into the room to pick up her purse. Stupidly she’d left it on the floor next to
his
chair. She walked into the room, leaning down to grab it.
“You can’t go,” her father said, raising his voice.
Grabbing her purse, she whirled around to glare at the man who wasn’t really her father. Donating sperm didn’t make any man a father. It only made him a man capable of fucking.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You don’t answer your phone and now you’re raising your voice at me?” She was losing her temper, overreacting, and it was all because of the three men who were in the room watching them.
The men scared her. She did everything in her power to avoid being around men who looked like they’d laugh while killing someone.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
She turned toward the man she knew only as President. His dark hair was short, and his eyes were hard and cold, the color of molten silver. What had her father called him? Demon? Surely that wasn’t his real name. There was no way anyone would have the name Demon; it was wrong on so many levels.
“What? You can’t stop me from going anywhere,” she said, putting her purse over her shoulder and starting to make her way out of the room.
Deanna didn’t get far.
Demon reached out, snagging her hand. Before she knew what was happening she was sitting on his lap. She fought to be released but within quick moments, he had her hands trapped to her sides. He held her tightly, firmly, with no chance of escape.
“Get off me. Let me go!” She shouted, screamed, cursed, and wriggled. Boy, did she wriggle, but not once did he loosen his hold. Deanna felt the evidence of what her shifting on him was doing. The man beneath her was getting hard. His cock was pressed against her ass, showing her exactly how much he was enjoying it.
She stopped instantly.
Licking her lips, she stared across the room at the horrid walls. The whole place was in need of some tender loving care.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about his arms wrapped around you, trapping you.
