Eight Bikers' Heir, page 1
Eight Bikers’ Heir
A Reverse Harem Romance
Love by Numbers 2
Book 7
Nicole Casey
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Contents
Prologue: Kai
1. Aisling
2. Kai
3. Aisling
4. Auden
5. Aisling
6. Aisling
7. Cameron
8. Aisling
9. Lincoln
10. Aisling
11. Bradley
12. Aisling
13. Hayden
14. Aisling
15. Chris
16. Kai
17. Bradley
18. Aisling
19. Kai
20. Aisling
21. Bradley
22. Lincoln
23. Aisling
24. Claude
25. Kai
26. Aisling
Epilogue: Aisling
Coming Soon: Nine Soldiers' Obsession
Free Preview: Nine Soldiers’ Obessesion
Prologue: David
1. Brianna
2. David
3. Brianna
About the Author
About this book
A biker gang wants me to have their baby? This must be some wild joke.
It all started with a flirty chat with Kai, the leader of the Iron Serpents MC. One wild night led to something I never saw coming: I was pregnant.
I thought I’d be raising my child alone, but the gang makes a shocking offer: they need an heir, and they promise to support me throughout my pregnancy. Sure, it's unconventional, but who can resist this kind of adventure?
Moving into their clubhouse, I'm surrounded by eight drop-dead gorgeous men.
Kai, the grumpy and commanding leader, stirs my desires like a tempest on a motorcycle. Auden, the VP, ignites a fire within me, making my knees weak. Hayden exudes adventure and danger, stoking my wildest temptations. Bradley's fiery unpredictability sparks a sensual inferno. The Brookmyre triplets, with their charisma, leave me longing for more. And then there is Lincoln, a blend of strength and vulnerability that awakens an irresistible longing.
With bodies sculpted for sin and eyes that penetrate my soul, these bikers ignite a passionate storm within me. Throughout my pregnancy, they shower me with care, and every day I fall for them a little harder.
But as my due date approaches, emotions are all over the place. The contract's ending, and I'm clueless about what comes next. Just when I think things couldn't get crazier, a rival gang catches wind of our arrangement, putting us all at risk.
Will our newfound family survive the impending danger?
Prologue: Kai
The Tap was always busiest on Friday nights, sounds from inside and outside clashing in the middle.
Old rock tunes and the clinking of glasses filled the dimly lit interior, lights flashing from the televisions playing local sports games or national UFC fights. But the outside was where all the action was at.
The fights. The exhilarating atmosphere. The biker gangs.
Tonight, my gang, the Iron Serpents, occupied the parking lot in front of the biker bar.
As I stood next to my black Harley Davidson Softail Standard, my fingers mindlessly tapped against the leather seat as my eyes swept over the seven other guys who made up the Iron Serpents. As president of the club, these guys looked up to me, but they were my family through and through.
We all relied on each other, especially when trouble arose.
The distant sound of numerous motorcycles rumbled somewhere off in town, prompting me to look over at Auden—better known to us as, “Archer” as he had chosen for his road name. All of our identities were intertwined with the club, and I believed our time spent together made us better. Tougher. We sure needed to be in this town.
“I think we have company,” I told him.
Archer scoffed as he grabbed his leather jacket off the seat of his cruiser, slipping it on and getting the attention of the other six Serpents. When he put his back to me, I caught sight of the club’s patch on the back. Two green snakes wrapped around an iron blade.
We were as strong as blades and as quick as snakes. Yet, people still tried to mess with us. Specifically, the Hornets.
Around ten guys drove up to the biker bar, parking their cruisers in a staggered line next to ours. When their engines cut off I could hear their low chuckles, which made my jaw tighten. That could only mean trouble.
Ghoul, the Hornet’s President, slung his leg over the seat of his bike, his black boots hitting the gravel with a heavy thump. He pulled off his open-faced helmet and set it on his seat before walking over to me, his goons hanging back by their bikes.
“Ironheart, figured I’d find you here,” he commented with a slight smirk, his icy eyes darting between me and the others.
“Why’d you come looking?” I questioned him, hearing light thuds as the other Serpents started to gravitate toward me.
For years, we had clashed with the Hornets, who wanted this entire town to be their territory. They had already scared off other smaller gangs, but we weren’t going anywhere. This was home for us, and they could either learn to share the area or suffer the consequences of messing with us.
“Because he’s obsessed!” Bradley, or Blaze, bit out from behind me, immediately being shot a look of warning from Claude, or Crimson, our level-headed Secretary. As much as these guys pissed us off, we tried not to engage in fights with them.
Ghoul scoffed and tilted his shaved head a little, his jaw tightening.
“Maybe. There’s room for only one club here at The Tap. We’ve known the owner longer, so I suggest you guys hit up an Applebee’s or something,” Ghoul told me, prompting laughter from his members.
Lincoln, also known as Lone Wolf and my Sergeant-At-Arms, moved to my side with narrowed eyes. He was the newest member, but no one questioned his loyalty to the Serpents. He ensured security and order, and things were starting to go awry as the Hornets started to get more rowdy, egging their president on.
“This won’t end well if we stay,” he murmured to me.
I knew that, but I also knew what it looked like if we left.
“We were here first. There are six other nights in a week,” I stated in a firm voice.
Ghoul chuckled in a cold manner as he stepped closer to me.
“We want to be here now,” he said.
I stood my ground, my eyes not moving a centimeter away from his.
“I couldn’t give a damn what you want,” I gritted out, leaning forward an inch.
Ghoul had come looking for a fight, because the moment those words hissed through my teeth, he swung at me, striking my cheek with his fist, and sending me stumbling sideways.
“Son of a bitch!” Bradley snapped before lunging at Ghoul, his shoulder connecting with Ghoul’s chest to knock him backward.
I regained my balance and turned to see chaos unfolding as Serpents clashed with Hornets. We were strong and fast, but we were also outnumbered. Bradley, Claude, and Chris were back-to-back, fighting against five Hornets and taking more hits than they could deliver.
Auden and Hayden, my Road Captain, were both on the ground, unable to even get back up on their feet. Lincoln managed to send one Hornet limping off, but another was already ready to face off with him.
I didn’t want to give up our position here, but I wasn’t going to let my guys get more hurt than they already were.
I parted my lips to call to them, but I was hit on my side, sending me down to the ground as a stocky, muscular Hornet hovered over me. A fist hit my cheek. My temple. My nose.
So much blood filled my nose that I couldn’t breathe for a second, my chest crushed as he pinned me down.
I managed to strike upward, hitting the Hornet on the chin and knocking him off. Pain flared through me as I got to my feet, kicking another Hornet off Auden and yanking him up off the ground.
“Serpents, on me!” I shouted, pushing and punching as much as I could to free my members until we all made it to our bikes. I hit the throttle, leading the others away from the Hornets and thinking that was the end. Until I heard more engines starting.
“They’re after us!” Hayden called out.
I accelerated, my dazed mind having to think quickly. Back road or busy road? We could go faster on back roads, but so could the Hornets. Busy roads were more dangerous, but we were all great riders. Busy road it was.
I turned to the right onto a busy, two-lane street, weaving in and out of traffic.
Horns sounded on either side of me and behind me as the Serpents followed, the sound of wind filling my ears. I glance behind me, seeing the Hornets lagging in the distance. I signaled with my right hand before turning right into a parking lot of an abandoned, shut-down c lothing store and killing my engine.
The others followed suit before getting off their bikes and checking on each other.
I stayed on my bike and reached up, touching my nose tenderly as blood continued to flow down my face. Disappointment rolled over me like a cloud as I turned and watched the guys, their angry voices ringing throughout the parking lot. Things could’ve gone a lot worse.
I heard of people dying during brawls like that, and if I got punched in the wrong spot or hit too hard, that was it. Lights out. And the Serpents would be left without a president and would be more vulnerable than ever.
These guys were my brothers, who had my back during my worst moments, and I refused to risk their safety. I felt like I was already failing them by getting chased off by the Hornets. The least I could do was consider what would happen if I died.
Someone had to take over. Some of the guys were more capable of leadership than others, but they were good at what they did. I wanted someone to train to be a leader.
Someone to raise in the path I had taken.
Chapter 1
Aisling
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but I have to evict you.”
My landlord Brianna’s voice echoed between my ears as I leaned against the doorframe of the front door of my apartment. Well, it looked like it wasn’t going to be my apartment any longer.
“Just like that?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my faded black band t-shirt. I would’ve been lying if part of me didn’t see this coming, though.
Brianna lived by herself on the bottom floor, probably waiting for her soldier husband to come back home. She busied herself with doing things around the apartment building, like arranging social events and things like that. Honestly, I believed she was just lonely.
Brianna let a slow sigh drift from her as she glanced up and down the hallway where some of the other units are on either side of me.
“I’ve mentioned to you a few times that your neighbors have made noise complaints, and you’ve been late paying rent multiple times,” she replied.
I grimaced, pushing my fingers through the dark strands of hair that fell around my face in tousled waves.
One of the best ways for me to gather the motivation to deep clean this place was solo dance parties, which required… loud music. I did feel bad about the rent, but I always paid it as soon as possible. Basic living had become a lot more expensive over the past few years.
“Right. I remember now. Sorry about that,” I said.
Brianna shifted awkwardly on her feet.
“So, I need you to pack your things,” she told me.
“I can’t get one more chance? I just put up these new curtains in the bedroom. This place is really starting to feel homey,” I asked her with a warm smile, hoping she could cut me a break. Again. My life was so go-go-go that things slipped my mind. That was all.
A guilty look crossed Brianna’s face.
“Other than the rent and complaints, you’ve been a good tenant, Aisling,” she replied. “It’s not like I want to do this, but it hurts me when the rent is late and when other tenants threaten to move out because of noise issues.”
I got that. How could I not? At the end of the day, she was a landlord so that she could afford her own place.
“Yeah, I understand,” I told her, not wanting her to feel guilty for doing her job, even if it crushed me to move out of here. I was the one in the wrong after all.
Brianna nodded, staying silent for a few seconds as her eyebrows knitted in thought. She then sighed and stepped back from my door.
“I’m sorry. I’ll let you pack, and you don’t have to rush everything out of here today. You can take a week,” she said.
“Okay, thanks,” I replied with a nod, forcing a faint smile on my face because she was still a good person in my eyes.
Brianna turned and headed down the hallway, her head hanging slightly.
I watched her walk off before shutting my front door and turning to peer at my apartment.
The one where I worked so hard to achieve the right vibe and level of comfort to come home to after working at the office as an assistant all day long.
Where I made my first successful pie in the tiny, minimalistic kitchen.
Where my best friend Madison and her daughter, Chloe, hung out on my teal couch and watched movies with me.
Sadness started to swell in my chest, but I swallowed it down and put my hands behind my head, forcing myself to take in a breath. Honestly, I had been looking for a new start anyway.
My life had been feeling stagnant and unfulfilling lately, so maybe this was the universe’s sign that I needed to shake things up.
I just had to keep my head above water.
Obviously, I didn’t have a moving truck ready immediately, but Brianna was a nice person. I was sure that she would give me a few days to get my things moved out, so I focused on packing one suitcase and a toiletry bag to keep me afloat for the next few days while I stayed at Blake’s place.
Blake was my boyfriend. As of now.
We were on and off constantly, which meant we had fun together and were attracted to each other, but we weren’t exactly relationship compatible at all times.
He wasn’t the most reliable person on the planet, even if he claimed that he would be there for me no matter what. I didn’t know if that was out of laziness or a lack of care. Maybe both.
He definitely had some faults. Quite a few. One of them being that he sold… illegal substances on the side to help pay his bills, which I did my best to turn a blind eye to while we were together.
I didn’t support him doing that, but he wouldn’t stop for me. There was honestly only so much he would do for me.
After packing what I could, I got in my car, which was a beat-up Altima from what felt like a hundred years ago, and drove ten minutes to get to Blake’s small house that he rented.
The wooden floor of the porch was creaky and probably a year or two from starting to rot, and the dark green paint on the house’s vinyl siding was fading and flaking, but it was a nice, modest two-bedroom unit. At twenty-five, I wouldn’t complain about that in the slightest.
I knocked a few times and waited, glancing at myself in the reflection of one of the front windows. Two beaded bracelets that Chloe had made for me from her craft supplies rested on my right wrist.
My large band shirt hung off my petite yet curvy figure, which was better accented by my black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. Ones that Blake constantly told me that I looked good in.
Where was he?
I tried the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. I had been in and out of Blake’s house constantly, and he told me on multiple occasions that I was always welcome to come by. Hopefully, he meant that because I truly didn’t have anywhere else to go right now.
After slowly pushing the door open, I poked my head inside and glanced around, not seeing Blake in the kitchen or living room.
“Blake?” I said as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me.
I left my things in the foyer and headed deeper into the house where the master bedroom and bathroom were located, able to hear the shower running.
I relaxed a little and walked into the bedroom to get to the master bathroom, only to freeze at the sight of a naked woman lounging in Blake’s bed.
“Who the hell are you?” the blonde around my age shouted as she bunched Blake’s dark blue sheets over her bare chest.
“Who the hell are you?” I snapped back, my eyes flying to the bathroom door when I heard the shower abruptly shut off.
A second later, Blake burst out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his shaggy black hair soaking wet.
