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  One More Ride

  Lucifer's Savages MC - Book Two

  Samantha Montague

  Copyright © 2022 Samantha Montague

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references made to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictionally. Any other names, characters, places or events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author/publisher.

  ISBN-13: 978-1-7369310-8-0

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  This one is for my family.

  To Josh, Shelby & Lucy - I love you all beyond measure.

  ❤️

  And to my readers - I hope you enjoy part two of Ayla and Kane's story. Your support and kind words have been incredible. Thank you for waiting!

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-One

  Thirty-Two

  Thirty-Three

  Thirty-Four

  Thirty-Five

  Thirty-Six

  Acknowledgement

  About The Author

  Books In This Series

  Books By This Author

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  Prologue

  Tiny white flakes float down as I stare out the window into the yard. My body gives a shiver, even though I’m inside and holding a steaming mug of coffee. I focus on my car, currently parked in Dad’s driveway, as I watch the fine white powder start to stick to the surface. Dad’s cruiser is gone. He left for the station about an hour ago to start his shift.

  We celebrated a quiet Christmas together two days ago, and I’ve been staying here for the past few days. I always come home and stay here with him through the holiday. This year I needed it even more; the apartment just feels so empty without Cora.

  My eyes move away from my car, stopping on the large black truck now parked in the driveway. I couldn’t believe it when he showed up here last night. I have Cora to thank for that. A few months ago, I had promised that I’d come to South Carolina to visit for New Year’s. She had been disappointed that I hadn’t made the trip for Thanksgiving, so when she and Ryder offered me a free trip I couldn’t refuse. But I was expecting a plane ticket, not Kane Donovan in my driveway.

  I feel him move behind me and it’s like he’s a magnet drawing me in. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have to resist him. I’m going to give him a chance to show me that he’s changed, but I’m leaving my guard up. He hurt me and it’s going to take some time…

  Five months earlier…

  One

  Ayla

  There’s a faint buzzing in my ear as I stare at a poster hanging in front of me with giant purple letters asking me if I took my prenatal vitamin today.

  “Ayla…Ayla?” The soft voice breaks through my daze and I shake my head, trying to clear my brain. “Are you okay?” the quiet question fills the air as I lift my head to a wide-eyed face.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just a little tired,” I answer as I take in her concerned look.

  “That’s understandable, it’s actually a symptom of early pregnancy,” she offers and I nod softly. “I’m Veronica and I’ll be assisting Dr. Jones with your IUD removal procedure today. I just have a consent form for you to read over and sign. Did you have any questions before we get started?” she asks handing me a clipboard and pen.

  “No…no. I think I’m all set,” I whisper as my eyes run over the sheet of paper. The words swirl into a blur on the page, but I lift the pen and scrawl my name at the bottom of the page before handing it back. She turns, setting the clipboard down on the countertop before moving towards the exam table. I watch as she opens a small drawer at the base and reaches in, revealing a cloth gown.

  “I’m going to step out of the room for a minute so that you can get changed. You can leave your top on, but everything from the waist down needs to come off, and the gown should open towards the back,” she says with a small smile as she sets it down on the exam table. The door closes behind her and I reach for my waistband, peeling my leggings down and away from my body. I feel like I’ve lost ten pounds in the past two days. I’ve been so nervous that I’ve barely been able to eat anything, my stomach just can’t handle it right now.

  But food has been the least of my worries. I can’t even begin to imagine how Kane is going to take the news. And I’ve kept my communication with Cora limited to texting. I knew if I actually talked to her, that she’d be able to tell that something was off. Texting over the past couple days has made it much easier to hide. Kane is a completely different story. There was no way I could avoid talking to him for two days, and the second I heard his voice I wanted to tell him…I really did, but I just think it will be better to tell him in person.

  I slip my arms through the large holes in the gown and wrap it around my back, loosely tying the long strings together before stepping up and taking a seat on the edge of the exam table. My teeth chew lightly at my bottom lip as I wait. My head is full, spinning with all the possible scenarios that could play out when I tell Kane. My imagination is on overload and I can’t take it.

  After my positive pregnancy test, my doctor had sent me immediately for an ultrasound. Because of the IUD, she was concerned that the egg might have implanted in my tubes. The wait for her call afterward was only an hour, but it felt like forever.

  “The pregnancy is a normal and viable implantation,” she had started. “At this point, after seeing the ultrasound, I think it would be safer for both you and the pregnancy to go ahead and remove the IUD. That is, if you plan to move forward with the pregnancy. If not, then I can provide you with some other options,” she explained. “Of course, the removal itself does still have some risks to the pregnancy, but they are much lower than leaving the device in place,” she had continued once I confirmed that I intended to keep the pregnancy.

  After my confirmation, she had also ordered more blood work and set up today’s appointment with the OB-GYN for my IUD removal. My fingers twist in my lap as I continue to wait patiently, her words echoing in my mind. Waiting for this appointment has been torture. I’ve spent all my time hoping that the IUD wouldn’t cause something to happen before the removal, but then also having the building anxiety of having it removed and the potential risk that the procedure holds. Plus, there’s the challenge of accepting that this is all real and actually happening.

  God, I wish Cora was here with me right now. I’m leaving for South Carolina i
n two days, and I can’t wait to see her smiling face again. I really need her right now, and I know that even if Kane rejects the pregnancy, that Cora will have my back and support me no matter what. That’s what we do for each other.

  But before I take my trip south and have the chance to tell Cora or Kane, there is someone else I have to tell first. I have to tell my dad.

  My knees are spread and my feet are settled in the cold metal stirrups. Guys are so lucky they never have to experience this feeling of being completely on display. My eyes find a spot on the ceiling to focus on as I try my best to relax.

  “Okay, Ayla. I want you to take a deep breath. You’ll probably feel some pressure as I remove the IUD, but it shouldn’t be painful,” Dr. Jones explains. I immediately feel a slight tug, like someone is pulling at the back of my bellybutton. But as soon as I feel it, it’s gone.

  “That’s it. It’s out. You can go ahead and sit back and up if you’re ready,” she offers happily. I slide my butt back against the table paper, creating a loud crinkling sound through the room.

  I meet her gaze as she pulls off her gloves, tossing them in a nearby trashcan before turning towards the small sink. She turns the water on and I watch as she washes her hands, creating a soapy lather and then rinsing. She pulls out a few brown paper towels, patting her hands dry as she turns back in my direction.

  “The IUD came out really smoothly and easily. That’s definitely a good sign, but you may still have some faint spotting or possibly even light cramping or discomfort. If you start to have any heavier bleeding or overly painful cramping, please call the office right away,” she explains and I nod in agreement.

  “Also, I would recommend starting a daily prenatal vitamin. And I’d like to see you back here in about a month, as long as you don’t have any unexpected symptoms before then. Do you have any questions for me?” she asks as I try to process everything she’s telling me.

  “Actually, I do have a couple questions,” I tell her, remembering the two questions that came to mind over the past couple days.

  “Okay,” she acknowledges. Her arms cross over her chest and she leans back against the counter, waiting for me to continue.

  “So, when this happened, I didn’t know. And obviously I thought the IUD was working, so, well…I was drinking. It was bike week and I was out with friends having fun. Should I be worried about the alcohol?” I ask softly.

  “Well, generally speaking you’re a healthy young woman. Unless women are actively trying and paying extra close attention to their cycles, most women don’t know that they’re pregnant during those first few weeks. So, you aren’t alone with this concern. I get this question from a lot of women. And while I can’t give you a definitive answer at this point, I can tell you that there’s little chance that the drinking you did had any effect on the pregnancy. From this point going forward you should cut out all alcohol. When was the last time you had a drink?” she asks.

  “About a month ago, around when it happened. On a daily basis, I’m not really a big drinker. I tend to let loose when I’m out with my friends or it’s a special occasion,” I share.

  “Okay…okay. Did you have another question?” her eyebrows raise and I’m sure it’s because she needs to get moving to her next patient.

  “Yes. Is it okay to travel? I’m supposed to leave for South Carolina on Friday. That’s where the father is…” I start to offer more than necessary.

  “Yes. You are perfectly safe to travel. That usually only becomes an issue towards the end of the pregnancy, when you’re closer to the due date. Are you anticipating relocating to be closer to the father?” she asks and her question catches me slightly off guard.

  “Um…I’m actually not sure. My best friend lives there now, and I know she’ll be supportive, but the relationship with the father is really new. This obviously wasn’t planned, and in all honesty, I’m not sure how he’s going to react.

  I know Dad is home when I hear the cruiser pull in the driveway and the car door slamming closed. My heart is racing by the time he steps inside. I spent most of my day packing, but I knew I needed to see him and tell him before my trip.

  “Well…well…well…this is a nice surprise to come home to. My favorite daughter brought me pizza and beer,” he smiles brightly.

  “Very funny. You do remember that I’m your only daughter, right?” I shoot back, knowing that I might not be his favorite anything after tonight. Dad has always tried to be reasonable and understanding, especially since he played both the dad and mom roles as I was growing up, which I know wasn’t always easy. But telling him that I’m pregnant; this is a level I’m not sure either of us is ready to deal with.

  I watch as he takes a seat at the small kitchen table and unlaces his shoes, pulling them from his feet.

  “Ahhhh. That is so much better,” he breathes out as he feet flex and stretch. “So, did you just want to have some dinner with your old man tonight, before you leave to see that young man who’s waiting for you?” he asks as his eyebrows lift and a grin grows quickly across his face.

  “I did, but I actually have something I wanted to talk to you about too,” I hesitate slightly.

  His eyes roll. “Please don’t tell me that you’re moving down there like Cora. I mean, it’s your life and I know that she’s your best friend and that you really like this guy, but that would be a really big step,” he tips his head questioning the severity of what I’m about to drop on him.

  I pull out a chair and sit beside him at the table, watching as he fills his plate with pizza. My stomach growls, but I know that I won’t be able to eat anything until I get my nerves under control.

  “I’m not moving, at least not yet,” I grin and watch his eyes go wide. “It’s…uh…I’m…uh…I’m pregnant,” the words finally tumble out. He coughs, almost choking on his pizza and his face turns red as I carefully slide the beer across the table in his direction.

  “Obviously this wasn’t something I planned for, but I’ve decided that I’m going to keep it,” I tell him. He tips back the can of Bud, taking a large gulp, drinking what I’m sure is at least a third of the can. He sets it back down with a solid clink on the table and his face is unreadable.

  “So, what you’re really telling me is that I’m going to be a grandpa?” his eyes light up and a small smile forms. I manage to nod in recognition. This is not the response I was expecting. He slides forward on his chair and his arms close tightly around me.

  “Sometimes surprises are just what we need. And you know that I’ll be here for you, no matter what,” his whisper touches my hair and I feel the warm tears pooling on my lower lids as I remember Grandma Rose using the same expression about surprises.

  “You just tell me what you need and how I can help, and I’m there. What does Kane think about all of this?” he questions actually using his name this time.

  “Well, I haven’t told him yet. I know that sounds really bad, but I was thinking it would be better to tell him face-to-face,” I explain. “Do you think that’s wrong? Should I have told him?” I question suddenly second guessing myself.

  “No. No, you’re right. Doing it in person will be better. Plus, a day or two isn’t really going to make much of a difference in the big scheme of things. What about Cora?” he asks.

  “I haven’t told her yet either,” I confess seeing the look of shock fill his face. Cora and I have shared everything since we were teenagers, and it’s been so hard keeping this from her, but I really didn’t want to tell her over the phone. “She’s picking me up at the airport tomorrow. I’m planning to tell her on the drive from Charlotte to Rock Hill,” I explain.

  “Well, honey, I can’t say that I envy the position you’re in right now. This is going to be one heck of a trip, spilling this secret. Doesn’t really sound like much of a vacation,” he comments. “Do you think you’re ready for this?” he asks and I pull in a deep breath.

  “No…not really,” I confess as I reach into the pizza box and pull out a slice
.

  Two

  Kane

  “Kane!” Drake shouts, breaking through my thoughts as I sit, sipping my coffee in the clubhouse. I’m fucking exhausted. I’ve been dragging ass, moving around on fumes for the past month. It’s strange how one week with Ayla managed to change my entire existence. Sleep has been the worst since getting back from New Hampshire. It didn’t take long for me to get used to her curled up beside me and now it just feels like something’s missing when I climb into bed at night alone.

  Plus, when I do close my eyes, all I can see is the vivid image she left with me last week. She was so fucking sexy, letting me watch her while we were Facetiming. It took her a minute to get into it, but God damn, she gave me a show I’ll never fucking forget. Every time I think about it, I get hard again. I don’t think I’ve jerked off this much since I was fourteen or fifteen, fresh into puberty and swiping my old man’s Playboys.

  “Kane!” Drake growls louder.

  “Yeah, yeah…I fucking heard you, asshole. What the fuck do you want?” I roar back. All the boys know I’ve been testy for the past month, but this last week I know I’ve been completely unbearable.

  “We just got a call. There’s a car broken down on I-77 that needs a tow. The car overheated or some shit. I think it should be a pretty easy call, if you think you can handle it. I’d go, but I’m just about to pull a car in for an oil change,” he announces.

  “Yeah, I got it,” I answer, standing from my chair and tipping back the last of my coffee. “Hey, Prospect, come clean up my shit!” I yell back towards the bar where Timmy, our newest prospect, is busy sweeping the floor.

  “No problem. Got it V.P.,” he replies as my boots stomp across the floor. I step out the door and start to move across the parking lot, following Drake towards the large garage doors.