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I'm the princess of the Shadow Reapers MC. Four years ago, the biker I loved cheated on me, so I ran away from the club. Now that my father and brother have both passed away, I have to go back to face it all. I never imagined my world would collapse twice in one day. I stood there in the doorway, looking at my fiance Dan plough into a woman who was faking it for her life. "Bravo, bravo. Scream louder sweetheart I don't think the neighbours four streets over heard," I said, swinging a bat. "You have five minutes or you will be dragging yourself out of here after I take your kneecaps out." Hours later, a call from the MC I'd left behind ripped open a deeper wound. "Shannon, you need to come home. Your father and Shane… They are both gone." No, no, not today. Please, not today. My knees buckled. On the anniversary of my mother's murder, I'd lost the last of my family. Now, I'm back at the Shadow Reapers Club with a secret: my three-year-old son, Chance. The first man I see is him—Chase "Hunter" Briggs, my brother's best friend, the love I ran from, and the father of my child. "You will not be taking my son away from me. Like him, you are mine, just like I am yours." he snarls. "You lost that right when you pecked Ruby that day and then made her your ol lady. You made sure of that, now deal with the consequences." Whatever we had was gone. He made his choice, and it wasn't me. _____________ Shannon's POV. "Oh, my god! Right there, Dan, oh, f**k!" Yeah, that isn't me screaming like a banshee being f****d on my bed by my fiance. So let's start at the beginning, shall we? Let me take you back to this morning and the fuckery that ensued. The city I live in has been experiencing power outages a lot lately and unfortunately for me, one such outage made me late for work this morning. Yeah, dum-bass here forgot to reset her alarm and so after waking with a start, getting my three-year-old son Chance ready, fed and out the door at record speed and into daycare, I was over thirty minutes late for work. Which only made things worse because I had to park four blocks away and run to the building. Once I got inside the concrete and glass monstrosity, I reenacted Bambi on ice because some moron didn't put a wet floor sign in the foyer. I hate December with a passion and I have my reasons, but all in good time. Not only did I slip and slide to my desk, my boss, Mr Hanson, was waiting with that permanent scowl on his face. Seriously, this guy would give Ebenezer Scrooge a run for his money. He chewed my as$ out for being late and that I had no excuse for being nearly an hour late. So, you're probably thinking, ok Shannon, that isn't so bad stop being dramatic and woman the f**k up, right? It couldn't possibly get worse? Well, you, my dear friends, would be wrong. As I was scrambling to get my presentation finished after working through lunch, just as I was about to hit save on my computer, you guessed it - another power outage, and that means all my work, gone, zip, poof! Now, I'm not one to cry over spilled milk, but after this morning and the time of year, I came f*****g close. But every cloud right. Mr Hanson sent us all home five hours early, and it's Friday, the last day before Christmas break so a full week off. And all I wanted to do was get home, catch up on chores before collecting Chance from day care and then slip in my sweats and drink that bottle of Rose I have in the fridge. Because not only has today been an absolute s**t show, but it's the anniversary of my mother's passing. December 19th, 2005. I was five years old so Shane, my brother, was nine years old. My mom was out getting the last bits for Christmas when she was gunned down in the store. It had nothing to do with my father or the club but still we all took it personally. So, yeah, today can suck as$. I got home looking like a drowned rat because some extremely kind person decided to drive through a slush puddle, coating me from head to toe as I was waiting on the curb to cross the street. I hate this f*****g city. Yeah, so today is now being classed as a write-off, do not pass go and all that. Then, when I finally make it home, I notice my fiance's car is in our twin parking space. But yeah, you've guessed it. The prick wasn't alone. So now we are all caught up to this moment. I'm standing in my bedroom doorway looking like the creature that crawled out of the black lagoon with a baseball bat resting on my shoulder as I watch Dan plough into a woman who is faking it for her life. She is screaming, her back is straight, facing the headboard and I can tell she is probably asking herself when will he finish so I can leave? Or possibly what she is going to have for her dinner? So, I wait and you know I'm not even hurt by this, not after today. I watch as his hands grip her hips tighter as he uses his all and I know he is about to come, so I ... "Bravo, bravo. Scream louder sweetheart I don't think the neighbours four streets over heard." I say as I swing the bat, smashing the lamp on the dresser and both of them scream. Dan topples off the bed backwards, still inside the woman and she falls with him and he screams in pain. Opps did Dan break his little soldier? How tragic. "Shan, what are you? ... It isn't what it looks like?" He cries with real tears and I know it's not because he has been caught, no, it's because he has definitely hurt his little soldier. "If you try to insult my intelligence with that nonsense line, I will crack your head open like a da-mn egg, you hear me?" I say calmly and the woman looks up at me in shock. "Who are you, sweetheart?" I ask because if she knew he was engaged, then she will get a good old beating, but something tells me from the shocked look on her face she doesn't. "I'm Carla. I'm so sorry that I'm meeting his sister like this." Wait. What? "Sister? You told whatever she is to you that I'm your sister?" I ask incredulously as I glare down at the prick who is clearly not really listening. So, I turn my attention back to the woman. "Wow, sweetheart, do you see the boudoir shoot pictures above my bed? Yeah, is this something a brother would have of his sister? No, baby girl, I am his fiancee - well, his ex-fiancee now." I tell her and her eyes widen and she goes real pale real quick. She scrambles to climb off Dan, and he is still wailing like a toddler and then I see it, his little soldier bent at an odd angle. Oooo, that's got to hurt. Oh well, he f****d around literally and found out. "Please, he told me he was single, and he lived with his sister and her kid. I didn't know." She panics as she backs away and I know that's the truth. "How long?" I ask, and Dan groans again and he tries to move when I place the end of the bat on his chest and he goes still, good boy. "How long?" I ask her calmly, and she gulps. "Baby, please! It was just once. I swear." Dan sobs and I look at the woman and she shakes her head. "Be honest with me and I will let you leave here intact." I say to her and she looks from me to Dan and I follow her line of sight and he is seething. "Six weeks, but this is the first time he has brought me here. I'm so sorry. I didn't know." She sobs now and I nod my head at her. "Take your clothes and get dressed in the bathroom and then you can leave." I tell her and I turn my attention back to the snake at my feet. "Once. You little prick. You know what today is, right?" I say to him, and his eyes widen in realisation. "Shan please, let me ..." "Nope, you don't need to explain anything. Now you are going to get dressed, you are going to leave the keys here and f**k off. I will have your s**t packed and left at the front desk in the lobby and you will never contact me again." I say as I push the end of the bat further into his chest. "You can't do that! We built a life here, and I ..." "You what? Contributed? When did you contribute? The apartment and bills are in my name. Two of the credit cards are in my name. You will leave here with what you bought, your clothes, your credit card, and your piece of s**t car and nothing more. You have five minutes or you will be dragging yourself out of here after I take your kneecaps out." I say as he pulls himself up and dresses as quickly as he can and the woman leaves the bathroom. "I'm sorry, I really am. I had no idea." She apologises again but I'm not listening to her and she leaves. "What about Chance? He needs me?" Dan whines, and I whirl on him, pushing the bat into his chest, pushing him back towards the front door. "Is this what MY son needs? No, he doesn't. Get gone, don't make me lose my temper, Dan." I say and he snarls at me and I pray he lays hands on me because so far I've been pretty calm, and all I need is for him to do it and I will rain down f*****g he-ll on his as$. He doesn't though, and he just walks away. Well, he limps, holding himself. I smile at that. Instant Karma. I spend the next hour cleaning before heading to the furniture store on Main and paid for a new mattress and sofa and they were delivered within forty-five minutes. At the same time, a locksmith arrived. Not taking any chances. My phone has been blowing up with calls and messages from Dan but each has been ignored, so I block him instead. By the time I had packed all of Dan's s**t, it was time to pick up my little man, Chance. Dan isn't his father. No, my brother's best friend is. Chase 'Hunter' Briggs. I always had a crush on Chase and when I turned twenty-one and had been drinking to celebrate my coming of age, I slept with him. I was over the moon. The man I wanted, and I finally had him, or so I thought. I'm a biker princess. My father is the president of the Shadow Reapers MC and my brother Shane is my father's VP and when Shane takes the position of president, then Chase will be his VP. I left home at twenty-one when I found Chase with his tongue deep down Ruby's throat and walked away. I told my dad it was time for me to follow my own path, and as pissed off as he was, he understood and let me go. I never looked back, not when I found out I was pregnant, not when s**t got hard. I'm a Kincaid and we never give up, but I did. I settled and now all I want to do is go home, but I can't. Chance doesn't need the drama in his life. He-ll, none of my family knows that Chance exists. I couldn't risk it, knowing that I would be forced back home and into the life I wanted to leave behind. My phone rings and I see the unfamiliar number and sigh. I answer it. "Dan, if this is you. You better f**k off before my bat meets your f*****g head!" I snarl out when I hear a deep chuckle and I stiffen, my fingers tighten on the phone. "Good thing it isn't Dan then, princess. You need to come home." That is all he says and I shake my head. "No, I don't, Bear. I really don't. How did you get my number?" I say going to hang up. Bear is another of Shane and Chase's friends. "Your old man and brother have always known where you were. Did you forget that we are bounty hunters? But, Shannon, you need to come home. Your father and Shane." His voice cracks. No, no, not today. Please, not today. "No, don't you f*****g dare." I say, feeling my throat close. My knees threaten to buckle and I drop onto my new plush grey sectional sofa. "I'm sorry, princess, I'm so sorry. You need to get home. They are both gone. They are both gone." Bear sobs and the phone slips from my fingers and smashes on the floor. So you see, today could get a lot worse. Shannon's POV. I move on autopilot as I grab my keys and head to the door. Need to get Chance. Need to get Chance. Need to get home. Need to make sure this is all a f*****g lie. I ride the elevator down to the lobby of the apartment building. The mantra on repeat in my head: Get Chance, get home, make sure it's all a lie. I step outside into the biting December air as my hands shake, and not from the cold, from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I climb into my car and start it up. I drive down the street towards the day care and park. Parents are already collecting their little ones for Christmas break. I shut the engine off and climb out of the car and move on autopilot towards the reception doors and wait to be buzzed in. I pull the door open and step into the warmth but it doesn't do anything to warm the ice encasing my heart. Bear wouldn't lie to me. He isn't that sick to do that. Bear is like a brother to me. "Mommy." I snap out of it as my son, who looks so much like Chase with his wild curls but with my hair colour runs to me with his little Paw Patrol bag on his back and in his gloved hands he is clutching a Santa Claus picture and a bag of oats with glitter and sequins. "Hey my little man. You all ready to go?" I try to be as normal as I can for him and he nod his little head and his white blonde curls fall into his hazel eyes and I brush the curls back removing the little hair tie and pull his hair back into the little man bun he wears. Just like his daddy once did. Now, I have tried to get his hair cut but he would throw a fit, so I learnt to pick my battles, and having a screaming toddler in a barber's chair is definitely a battle I don't want. "Yep, look it. I painted this for Santa, and this is food for his reindeers. Because they are magic." He says with a whisper, holding the little organza bag up for me to see. I smile, looking at my little miracle. "Oh wow, look at these! You are so very talented, baby. Shall we go home and put them on the tree and the picture on the fridge?" I say to him and he looks at me, really looks at me as I force the smile and he narrows his little hazel eyes at me, hazel eyes like Chase, and I know he knows something is wrong. "Ok mommy." He says and I lift him off the ground and he rests his head on my shoulder and we both say goodbye and wish the daycare staff a Merry Christmas but I know it won't be merry for me. It never is. But I can make it happy and filled with love for Chance. He is my world and nothing will ever harm him. "Mommy, where is Dan?" Chance asks, and I instilled in Chance that Dan was not his father because I think deep down I knew one day I would have to go home, and it didn't seem right having Chance calling someone else daddy. "Well, baby, he moved out." I tell him and he lifts his head and looks at me and smiles and that has me stopping in my tracks. "Really, so it's just you and me?" He asks, and that guts me. What the f**k did Dan do to my son to make him this happy to learn that the man who was with us from when he was two years old is happy that he has gone? "Does that make you happy?" I ask him, and he hums and nods his head. "Yep, he was saying not nice things about you on the phone." He says and I blink, not knowing what to say to that. "Ok, well I guess we won't be seeing him again then, baby. Come on, get in the car and we will go home." I say as I try to keep my anger in check but right now I have bigger problems than Dan being a f*****g snake. I need to go home, home to the MC, and that will be hard this close to Christmas. Flights will be expensive and fully booked. Driving will take a few days. But I need to get home. Once I have buckled Chance into his booster seat. I drive us home to the apartment and park the car. I climb out and unbuckle my baby and lift him and grab his things and lock the car before we enter the building and head to the elevators. Once we arrive at the apartment, he squeals seeing the new sofa and takes his shoes off and leaves them in a heap by the door and runs before he climbs up on the sofa and drops on his butt pulling the throw blanket off the back and lays down rolling around and I chuckle at him. "Chance, I take it you like it?" I ask him and he sighs as he lifts his head up and his blonde curls have come loose and are sticking up in a tangled mess and he nods his head. "Ok little man, why don't you watch your shows and I will start on dinner." I say to him and he nods as I turn the TV on and he snuggles deeper into the new sofa and watches Paw Patrol. I grab my laptop and open it, looking for flights back home and it is as if God is working with me and I find a flight leaving tomorrow afternoon a direct flight home. I quickly buy the tickets and make a start on Chance's dinner. Once dinner is ready - turkey dinosaurs, hash brown bites and beans - I call him to come and eat and he does without argument. Chance is a great kid, and he never complains. I help him up onto the chair and place his plastic Paw Patrol plate and cutlery in front of him and he tucks in. I sit watching him. "Baby, how would you like to go away for Christmas?" I ask him and he hums, kicking his little legs as she chews a hash brown bite. "Where to, mommy?" He asks, and I sigh, raking a hand down my face. "Back to my hometown. Something happened baby, and mommy needs to go home." I tell him and he places his cutlery down and jumps down off his seat and moves towards me and lifts his arms up. I bend down and lift him, placing him on my lap. Chance is also sensitive and can always tell when someone is upset. "Is it grandpa?" He asks, and a choked sob threatens to leave my throat and I bite my bottom lip. Even though my family doesn't know about Chance - or so I thought. Chance knows about them. He knows each and every one from the pictures and stories I tell him from when I was growing up in the MC. "Yeah, baby, he and uncle Shane." I tell him and he sobs, and I lift him and hold him tight as we both cry for the loss of family. This is my fault. If I hadn't walked away, my boy would have had a relationship with his grandpa and uncle. "Does that mean I get to meet daddy?" Oh, my heart, I gulp, not knowing what to say to him. "Let's just get home first, ok? We need to pack because tomorrow we are going on a plane." I say, and just like that, Chance cheers and giggles and pecks me on the cheek and wiggles down. "Erm, where do you think you are going, little man?" I ask him and he stops at the kitchen door. "To pack." He says it like, duh mommy you are so silly. "Not until you have finished your dinner and had a bath, little man." I say as I stand and move to him. I take his hand, and he grumbles about not being hungry. So, I do what every mom does. I bribe him with dessert, and that does it. He finishes his dinner and ice cream, is bathed and ready for bed and helps me pack. Tomorrow is going to be emotional and I know I'm not ready for the questions, the looks of disdain but f**k them I'm going home to say goodbye to my father and brother and for my son to meet his father, maybe I should pack my bat and gun? Shannon's POV. The terminal for departures is in f*****g chaos with families and businessmen and women trying to reach home for the holidays just like me and Chance are doing. I seated Chance on the luggage and rolled him through the queues and up to the desk, handing over our passports and information and we were ushered into the lounge. I quickly take him towards the gate because our flight is now boarding. Once we are on the plane and Chance is secured in his booster seat looking out of the window, he is so excited to be on a plane and is asking lots of questions. I have bought his cars, motorbikes, and colouring books, and of course, candy to keep him occupied. Once the plane taxi's, and the flight crew go through the safety instructions. I hold on to Chance's hand and he squeals and laughs as the engines roar louder and we speed up as we head down the runway as the plane lifts Chance lifts his arms like he is on a rollercoaster and I chuckle at him and so does the gentlemen next to me and I find myself doing the same thing as Chance and I look to the side and see others doing it. Once we have levelled out, I grab his things out of his bag and set them up on the tray in front of him and he colours and plays quietly. He is no bother. I pay for food and he has his lunch and so do I. I haven't eaten anything since the day before yesterday, and I know I need to be strong. I broke down last night, especially when I found my cut in the closet. It says Daughter of Ranger. My dad. With the Shadow Reapers MC stitched in white with a reaper on the back and the MC name above and underneath it. I packed that knowing I will need to wear that at the funeral. God above, what the heck happened? How did they both die, and on the anniversary of my mother's murder? "Mommy, are we there yet?" Chance asks, pulling me out of my thoughts and I chuckle, shaking my head. "Not yet, baby. Why don't you have a little snooze? I will wake you when we arrive." I say and that does it. He yawns and rubs his tired eyes. Chance didn't sleep long last night because he was overexcited. "But mommy, I'm not sleepy." I ignore him and ask the flight attendant for a blanket and she offers me a small smile and gets one for me. "We both know you are. Now come on, sweetheart, have a sleep and we will be there soon, I promise." I say as I place the blanket around my son and he fights it will his all but soon succumbs to sleep. "You are a great mother and he is a great kid." The gentleman beside me says and I thank him. "So where are you heading?" He asks and I sigh and pick up my drink. "Home, we have had two deaths in the family." I tell him, and his smile fades and he lowers his head. "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you mind me asking who?" He says, and I look at Chance and he is away with the fairies, his mouth open as he snores softly. I close his mouth and peck his head. "My father and brother." I tell this kind stranger, and he hums and pats my hand. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm heading home to finalise a divorce." He says and I look at him and he chuckles. "God, that is awful." I say, and he chuckles and shrugs his shoulders. "No, I have suspected him for a while now." He says and I blink. "So, your husband has been cheating on you?" I ask him and he nods his head like he isn't fazed at all. He picks up his drink and takes a sip. "Yeah, so cliche. He was sleeping with his female assistant. Like if you are going to cheat on me, at least be original." He says and I chuckle and he smiles at me. We talk for the remainder of the flight and exchange details with each other before I wake Chance to tell him we are about to land and he sits up looking out of the window as we descend through the fluffy clouds, and he giggles, bouncing in his seat. "We will bounce a little bit, ok so don't be scared." I tell him as we hear the landing gear drop down and Chance is looking out of the window. The tyres hit the runway, and Chance shouts, "WEEEEEEE!" as we bounce again and we slow down to be taxied to the umbilicus. Once the doors are open, I unbuckle him and myself and grab our carry on down from the overhead locker and take Chance by the hand and we head to collect our luggage. We wait at the carousel. "Tell me. How are you getting to the clubhouse?" Terry asks me and I smile at him. "I will hire a car." I tell him as we wait for the bags to appear. "Nonsense, I will drop you both off. The Shadow Reapers MC clubhouse is on my way, anyway." He says and I thank him, trying to get out of it but he is not having any of it. I told him about where we are going, and he made the flight enjoyable. He had me laughing, and he is a nice guy. So we wait as the first bags make their way out. Chance spots our bag and points excitedly towards it and I step forward when Terry moves and grabs it off for me. I thank him as he collects his and I place Chance on the luggage again and push it out through the throng of people. Once we are through, we follow Terry to his waiting SUV. His driver takes our luggage and places it in the trunk and I help Chance into his booster seat and we are off. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. I can be there in minutes." Terry tells me and I smile and thank him. "Same goes for you." I tell him because even though my phone screen is cracked, it still works. We arrive at the gates of the clubhouse and Terry helps me and Chance out. Before he moves to the trunk and pulls our luggage out and hands it to me. "Good luck and I'm sorry, Shannon, for your loss." He says before hugging me and high-fiving Chance. "You look after your momma, ok? And don't let anyone be mean to her." Terry tells Chance, and he nods his little head. "Promise." Chance says and Terry chuckles as he gets back into the SUV. "Remember, if you need anything, call me." He says, and Chance and I both wave him off. We turn and face the gates. "This is it, baby. This is home." I say as I wheel our luggage with one hand and hold Chances with the other. We approach the gates and see a prospect. "What can I do for you, lady and little boy?" He asks, and I sigh and step closer. "I'm here to see Bear. He knows I'm coming." I tell him and he sighs. "Look, lady, we are grieving and this isn't a daycare." He says and I notice the black band around his bicep. "Well, no s**t. Just call Bear and tell him he has visitors, please." I say to him and he rolls his eyes. "Ok, your majesty, and who shall I tell our VP is asking for him?" Bear is VP. "If Bear is the VP, then who is Pres?" I ask him and he chuckles. "Hunter," he says and I take a step back. Of course he is. "Tell Bear that Shannon 'Demon' Kincaid is home." I say and his eyes widen.

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