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Dirty Mother (Uncertain Saint’s MC #5)
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The thing about hitting rock bottom…
Ridley doesn’t think he has anything left to lose, not after the life he’s lived. Then he meets her, Freya Capone, the nurse who saves his life when the last thing he wants is to be saved.
One look at her, and he’s transfixed.
He doesn’t know what drives him to run by her house that night. Intuition. Sixth sense. Whatever it is, his gut screams at him to go, so he goes.
There isn’t any farther you can fall…
Freya hits bottom after her brother’s death. Her rock. Her best friend. Her everything. Gone.
She always knew it was a possibility that he might get hurt while on shift, but she never entertains the thought of him dying. Not until it’s too late.
But at least you have a solid foundation to build upon…
The last thing Freya wants is to fall in love with the man responsible for her brother’s death. She doesn’t want to care that he is nearly killed. She doesn’t want to have anything to do with him.
But she can’t stay away.
And neither can he.
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Sometimes getting out of bed ruins the whole day.
“Okay, what you need to do is clean all these crumbs out,” I indicated around the car seat. “We had about ten kids in the car last weekend, and we need it all cleaned out for when my sister’s kid comes.”
He didn’t comment on the fact that my truck only had room for three kids, if I was lucky. Instead, he only nodded.
“Do you want me to take the seats out?” He pointed at the baby’s car seat that I’d installed last weekend.
Reluctantly, might I add.
My sister hadn’t wanted to put it in yet, and I’d told her that it was better to be safe than sorry. She’d agreed and I had placed the car seat in, expertly might I add.
Then again, I spent at least an hour each work week placing car seats into other peoples’ cars.
I was a sheriff’s deputy with the Harrison County Sheriff’s Office.
It was the stupid new truck that I’d had a problem with.
“No, leave this seat in,” I pointed to the infant one for the baby. “But you can take this one out. I won’t be using this one again.”
The man nodded and got to work.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I smiled as I pulled it out.
“Yes, darling?” I teased, knowing my sister hated that nickname.
The only reason I used it was because it bothered the shit out of her.
“Stop calling me that,” my sister snapped.
I grinned as I walked away from the man cleaning the truck and the crumbs.
“What’s up?” I tilted my head so I pinned the phone between my shoulder and face.
“You told me that you would have someone to take me to Dallas for my appointment. Did you figure it out yet?” she asked.
I looked at my watch and considered the time.
“You do realize, right, that it’s only a little after six in the morning?” I wondered. “What are you doing awake already?”
“You’re not answering me,” she growled.
“No, I haven’t asked who I plan on asking yet. Does that answer your question?” I knew it wouldn’t.
She grumbled low in her throat, making the laughter I was trying to hold back burst free of my own.
“I’m asking him when I get to work, promise,” I soothed.
“You never told me who ‘he’ was,” she hinted.
“I didn’t, did I?” I asked evasively.
“Capone!” I called out loudly once I shut off my bike.
Capone turned from where he was walking into the front of the station and crossed his arms over his chest, and waited for me.
“What?” he yelled.
I grabbed my lunch that I’d picked up from Sonic on the way over, and half ran, half jogged over to him.
“I need a favor,” I informed him.
He raised his brow at me.
“What?” he pursed his lips. “The last time I did you a favor I got punched in the eye.”
I grinned at him.
“My sister needs a ride to Dallas,” I didn’t beat around the bush.
He winced. “That man of hers can’t do it?”
I shook my head. “No. And you’re the only one I trust to take care of her.”
I would count Capone as one of my friends, even though, outside of work, we didn’t hang out much besides grabbing a quick bite to eat or a beer here and there.
“You trust more people than me, but you don’t trust them with your truck,” he countered.
“I trust others with my truck, they’re just busy because I fucked off and forgot to ask them in time,” I amended.
“I’m meeting my sister for breakfast tomorrow,” Capone grunted. “What time do you need me to take her, and where?”
I gave him all the details, and he nodded, pulling out his phone.
“You’re sure she won’t mind?”
“It’s gotta be done, man,” I said. “And you’re it.”
“She’s going to kill you,” he was smiling now. “You know how pissed she gets when I take her. Which she then takes out on you.”
She had something going on with one of my club brothers, Apple Drew. The ink hadn’t even begun to dry on his tattoo that claimed him as a member of The Uncertain Saints, but my sister had been around since his first prospecting days. They were together, but not. If that made any fucking sense.
Apple had been a prospect with The Uncertain Saints MC for months, and had very recently become a full blown patched in member.
Corey Capone worked with me and was everything that I would’ve chosen for my sister.
Apple, though, was the father of her child. Not that either of them confirmed that fact, but I wasn’t a dumbass. I could see the sparks flying between the two of them every time they got within a hundred yards of each other.
I just wanted them to fucking admit it.
Which was where Capone came in.