Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (3 page)

 Everly’s eyes just turned the same molten gold and
green they had when she’d come all over his dick, and lasered in on the
stammering bitch beside him. “You’re fired. I’ll send you your last paycheck in
the mail. Five minutes, or I will bury you in the fucking compost with the rest
of the trash.” The twat gasped and found some balls, stomping her foot like a
little girl, “I’m trashy? Pot calling fucking kettle, bitch! You-“ He grabbed
her by the back of the neck and bent down to growl in her ear, “If you keep
running your mouth, you will not like the consequences. Get. Lost.
Now
.”
She squeaked in fright and ran, leaving him alone with Everly, and his gut
churning rage.

Everly didn’t say anything, just looked up at him like she
was confused, and genuinely surprised to see him, while he fought to stay calm
and not jump to any conclusions. She was a hot bitch, probably had a string of
fucking dogs panting after that tight little box, which only added more fuel to
the fire of his anger. Imagining some other faceless dick, fucking her into the
mattress and hearing those breathless cries of her pleasure. Tasting the sweet
juice that flowed like a river of honey out of her pussy. Kissing her soft lips
until they were red and puffy with passion. “You’re pregnant.” He finally managed
to push out from between his teeth. She took a deep breath and tucked her hands
in her front pockets, rocking back on her heels while she looked down at that
little bump. “Yep.” She stated calmly, and he began to frantically hope that it
wasn’t his kid, that she had come to him already knocked up, and that’s why she
hadn’t been worried about him fucking her raw. No rubber. “You come to my bed
that way?”

“Nope.”

The sunglasses in his hand made an audible crunch as his fist
tightened around them instead of her slender, beautiful throat. “You said you
were on the pill.” She tilted her head, looking clearly confused, like, fucking
legitimately confused and blinked her long lashes at him. “I said I had an
implant. In my arm. And I did.” She turned her arm to show him the scar on the
inside of her bicep and took a breath to continue speaking, but he saw red and
cut loose, “Then how in the FUCK, did that happen!?” Her lips pressed together
with displeasure at his bellow and she sighed like she was tired. Crossed her
arms over her chest protectively, while her cheeks turned pink. “Can we
continue this conversation some other time-“
“NOT A FUCKING CHANCE!”

From the corner of is eye he saw every head in the vicinity
turn towards him, and felt his lips peel back from his teeth in a feral snarl
when some squatty little bastard in a beanie, wearing a fucking apron, came
over to put his hand on his ginger bitch, looking at him like the little fuck
could take him on. “Everything okay, boss?” The fucker asked, and he felt a
surge of blood hit him, the waves of rage slapping so high that had Everly not
socked him in the arm with her little hand to get his attention, he’d have
flung himself at the pansy ass mother fucker. “Yes, Todd.” She glared at him,
like he was the one in trouble, and moved to put herself in front of the other
man protectively. “I know this guy, its fine. Thanks for checking on me.”
Todd
,
looked skeptical, but clearly knew he stood zero chance if he went up against
Perdition. That he was willing to even pretend, spoke to how willing he was to
put his dick on the line for Everly. He wondered if he was a frequent flier on
her sheets, “Oh and Todd, if I hear anything else about you and the others
gossiping about my pregnancy, I will fire all of you. This is the only notice
I’ll give. So spread the word.”

From how Todd’s cheeks turned ruddy under the thick beard on
his face, and the submissive, “Yes, ma’am,” He choked out before scurrying away,
he figured the guy was too much of a pussy to be any concern. “You,” Everly
snapped at him, “Back the fuck off. You want to talk to me, fine. You will not
shout at me in my place of business. Get on your bike, and follow me up to the
house, or go the fuck away.” She pointed to a long driveway on the other side
of the lot where he’d parked, raised her eyebrows challengingly and turned on
her heel to head towards it. He was so fucking stunned, frozen by his fury,
that all he could do was watch her walk off. He could hear the front door of
her house slam when she entered, and the bang jolted him into motion.

He got in the truck, hit the speed dial on his cell and Top
answered with a clipped, “What now?”

“Take Flapper and Bull to the meet. The grass ain’t getting
done today. I just found the bitch that’s been busting my balls.”

“And I fucking care why?”

“She’s pregnant.”

There was silence long enough for him to get to the end of
the driveway, “Yours?” Top asked darkly, and he grunted. “Probably.”

“Probably? Son, I know you’re not dumb enough to fuck some
bitch without a rubber.”

“Used one. It broke. Said she had that implant thing. Haven’t
seen her in four months.” He bit out his explanation in short, detail free
sentences, and heard Top clear his throat uncomfortably. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
He said ominously.

He didn’t bother to say goodbye. He hung up, got out of the
truck and slammed the door so hard the window glass cracked. Stomped up the
stairs and whipped her front door open, only to be accosted by a big golden
retriever, intent on licking his face off, “Squatch! NO! Outside!” The dog
dropped back down to the floor, having left two dust paw prints on his cut,
looked at him adoringly and obeyed his mistress by tearing off towards the back
of the small cottage. “You named your dog, Squatch?” He snarled, and heard her
snort from somewhere deeper into the house, “I had him before I met you. You
have the same color hair, sue me.”

He followed the sound of her sensual voice and found her in
the sunny kitchen, mixing something up in one of those stone grinder things, a
kettle on her gas stove just starting to whistle. He watched her, bracing his
hands on the countertop, squeezing so hard his fucking bones threatened to
snap, “Is it mine?” He finally managed, watching her calmly pour herself a mug
of that hot water and use some fucked up gadget to scoop up some stuff and
plonked it in the water. “Yes.” 

“
Why in the fuck didn’t you tell me
?”

Most everyone he’d ever used that vicious roar on, pissed
themselves in terror. Everly? She just turned around and looked at him like he
was annoying her, stirring her gadget around in her mug, added an ice cube,
blew on the surface of the steaming water, sipped and then tilted her head with
that genuinely curious expression on her face. Like she was trying to figure
him out. “Honestly? I didn’t think you’d care.” He made a noise that even to
him sounded inhuman, strangled. He couldn’t keep himself from rounding the countertop,
slapping the mug out of her hands, uncaring that the hot liquid splashed all
over his boots and grabbed her by the shoulders to give her a shake, “Not care
that I knocked a bitch up with my kid? Are you serious?”

Her head shot back with the volume of his roar, and she
closed her eyes for a minute, her cheeks washing bright red with what he
thought was embarrassment. But when she opened her eyes, her fury matched his
own. “Do you want me to explain, or are you going to shake the shit out of me while
you scream in my face?” She bit out with the most adorable look of feminine
rage on her features. If he hadn’t been so fucking mad, he’d have kissed the
shit out of her. He forced himself, finger by finger to let her go and took a
deep breath to try and find some sanity, but the emotions rocking around inside
him were intense. Almost more than he could deal with, on the edge of
fracturing something inside him he hadn’t realized was so fragile. “Explain.”
He ordered, and she fucking rolled her eyes at him, moving around him to grab a
dish towel to throw on the tea all over the floor, “I’d had the flu, serious
plague three weeks before we met. Took a massive dose of antibiotics for seven
days, which gave me fourteen more for the hormones in the birth control to
reactivate. I met you, on day sixteen. I fully expected the implant to be
functional, so believe me, it was a fuck of a surprise when I went back to the
doctor, thinking I was having a flu relapse, and popped up pregnant.”

“Which is the day you didn’t call me, why?” He growled, back
to gripping the counter top white knuckled to keep his hands off of her.

She sighed like she was tired, shoved her hair out of her
face after dumping the shards of her coffee mug into the trash and turned
around to face him again, hugging herself, rubbing her biceps like she was
cold. “I sat on your lap at that bonfire, and one of your brothers commented
how pretty a couple we made. Teased you about settling down and starting a
family before your cock fell off from all the fucking around. I literally was
right there when you announced to several witnesses, and I quote, ‘it’ll be a
cold fucking day in hell, before that happens.’” She raised her brows again,
interrupting him when he went to respond, “We had a wild ride, after which you
told me to get lost. I wasn’t going to come waltzing back in there to tell you,
congratulations, you got your pussy of the day pregnant with a kid you very
loudly said you didn’t want. I’m trying hard here to stay rational and not
scream right back at you, the hormones make it difficult to keep a lid on it,
so please, as calmly as you can manage, tell me where I went wrong.”

He spun away from her to pace back and forth on the other
side of the counter, gulping in as much air as he could get, even though he was
back to feeling like he had to puke. He tried to come up with an answer,
because she was so fucking wrong, but not about what he’d said. He didn’t want
kids. From the day his mother died, he’d sworn he would never have children.
She hadn’t said anything that wasn’t correct, and for a pregnant woman, she was
being very reasonable, but fuck all if that didn’t make him even madder. “I had
a fucking right to have a say in this,” He finally came up with that, and she
waved her hand at him, “Okay. So, say it.”

“You’re keeping it.” He bit out, and she shrugged, “Yeah?”
she said it like it was already a fact, clearly misunderstanding. “You’re
keeping it. No adoption, no getting rid of it, no foster home shit.” Her brow
creased in a serious frown, both hands going down to that little bump like she
was shielding that seed inside her from him. There was even a touch of horror
to the tears that filled her eyes, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She
seethed, and no lie, the tears that slid down her pale cheeks cut at him. Made
him bleed when he was already hemorrhaging, and she didn’t stop. “I didn’t tell
you because you didn’t want this. I don’t expect your help, I really don’t
fucking want it, I can do this on my own.”

He shook his head, and then saw something that made the words
back up in his throat like a ten car pileup. Made his chest burn. There was a
rocking chair by the fire place, and a blanket draped over the back of it. Or
the beginnings of one, and a very familiar shirt pinned to it. “That my shirt?”
He croaked, and when he tore his eyes away from it, he saw Everly for the first
time fidget with embarrassment, “Yeah. You can um, have it back if you want
it.” For her to show this much embarrassment, it was probably a big deal. A
huge deal. “Why is it on that blanket?” She twisted her fingers in the hem of
her shirt, trying and failing to regain the confident look on her face. Unable
to look him in the eyes now, “It’s nothing. Just something I was doing to ah,
pass the time.”

“I am not going to ask again. Why is my shirt on that
blanket?”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, the green gold orbs
glistening with tears as she refused to look at him. A few fell and she hastily
swiped at them grumbling about her stupid hormones, heading back for the
kitchen to bang the tea kettle back down on the stove. “I thought about telling
you. I struggled with it. For real, but in the end I decided that I didn’t have
the emotional stability to deal with it if you rejected us or told me to get
rid of it or something. I messed up with my birth control, this is my mistake,
I’m sorry and I want it.”

“Everly, god damnit, why-“

“Because, asshole! Even if he never knew your face, I wanted
him to know what it felt like to have his father’s arms around him. Okay?”

Chapter Four

The silence that followed her emotional, exasperated shout
was deafening. She was shaking so much she was having trouble grinding up the
marigold leaves, the dried ginger and turmeric roots to make her second cup of
tea. Using it to try and focus her blurry eyes, furiously grinding at the
stuff, and almost coming out of her skin when Roar’s hot, strong hands slid
over her belly, gently pulling her back into the cradle of his body. He was
shaking too, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the rage that turned his
tropical blue eyes to ice, “A boy?” He whispered hoarsely in her ear, his voice
still a deep, guttural growl. “Yes. I want this tea, don’t you dare knock it
out of my hands again-“

“My boy.”

“Yes, did you hear me?”

“My son,”

“Jesus, Roar, you’re not deaf. Yes, can I please just make
this god damn tea-“