Chapter One
Aloiki
I fucking hated phones.The only good thing about phones was being able to take pictures of my Lu naked and not have to wait to have the film developed before I got to see them. If my phone rang one more time, I was going to take a fucking hammer to it.
Lu laughed. “You’re such a?umi kahiko.”
There’s only one person on this entire planet who could get away with calling me an old fart and live to tell about it—and she was currently sprawled out on the sand, her beautifully tanned skin glistening from sweat and seawater in the dying sunlight.
At six months pregnant, I didn’t allow her to surf on her own anymore. Beyond that, she was carrying my son, and her balance was too uneasy to be on a board. But I couldn’t take Lu from the water. It was where she felt closest to her best friend, Nishi, whom we laid to rest in the sea only a few weeks before. She’sKama?aina,same as me. Sea, sand, and salt run through our veins, as thick as blood. Mywahinewas crafty, though. She knew all she needed to do was get me to make her an open-ended promise mid-blowjob for me to concede.
I wouldn’t take her out in the rough waves, but the dying ones at dusk, like tonight’s, are smooth and perfect for her to stillbe able to ride the tides. My long board was thrust into the sand behind us as we lounged in the setting sunlight. The moment would have been perfect—me, my pregnantwahine, and my horse, Koa, grazing in the brush behind us—except my fucking phone was ringing.
Again.
Lu looked over at me, amusement lighting her face. Akua, how I loved her. She truly was my other half, my soulmate. And that thought wasn’t me being sappy or corny. Far from it. If there was one thing I was sure about, it was Lu. She was my person, and more importantly, I was hers. She knows that I’ve killed for her, tortured for her. Hell, I crossed the globe and wreaked havoc across three different countries for her. There was nothing she could ask of me that I wouldn’t give to her.
Well, aside from anything that would cause her harm. That I wouldnotallow. There’s a good argument to be made that she’s the most protectedwahinein Hawai‘i.
In the six months since I agreed to become the President of the new Royal Bastards Motorcycle Club, O’ahu Chapter, I have spilled my fair share of blood. And I would shed more without hesitation to protect her.
I reached over to touch her pregnant belly. When she first started showing, she wanted to go shopping for maternity clothes that covered up her middle. I put a stop to that faster thanPeptoclogs an asshole. She’s fucking gorgeous. No way would I allow her to hide my growing son from the world, like her stretch marks, bulging belly, and that weird-ass line pregnant women get were something to be ashamed of. Let them look, let them see what I did to her. If someone said something that upset her, it would be the last thing they ever said.
I made her get clothes that fit her new body size without hiding her pregnancy. Lu was never one to shy away fromwearing a bikini top, shorts, and slippahs before. Why should that change now?
Silence fell as my phone stopped ringing. Fucking finally.
Leaning over, I press my lips to her stomach. We’re on Bacon and Holly’s beach. Their giant-ass mansion that Lu and I now call home after my house was destroyed almost two months ago was over the dunes behind us.
I licked my way up her tight, round belly. That fucking bikini top had been hiding her tits from me for far too long. She said that she needed it because her tits are too heavy now without support. I called bullshit; if they’re too heavy, I’d hold them for her. All day, every day. She thought I was joking until I actually did so. When was she going to learn that I didn’t bluff? Unfortunately, though, I needed my hands free to surf, especially not taking any chances with Lu on my board, so she insisted on putting the top on.
My phone started to ring again.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted.
Getting to my feet as Lu fell back onto our towel laughing, I stormed over to my waterproof bag where I kept a water bottle and snacks for Lu and pulled out my phone. Neo, my club’s Tech, had only recently given me this replacement phone, after my last one got destroyed when my house was shot up. Since that was already the replacement to the phone I had accidentally burned in a barrel destroying evidence after massacring a contingent of Bloody Scorpions who had kidnapped Lu, they weren’t keen on giving me another. For punishment, they gave me an oldNokiaflip phone. I was only permitted this smartphone about a month ago.
I didn’t bother to look at who was calling me. I was spending time with mywahine, and the rest of the world could go to hell. Taking off the lid to the water bottle, I crammed and crushed my phone into the wide mouth and let it sink into the cool liquidwithin. For good measure, I shook the bottle to ensure there were no air pockets. It might have been more dramatic if I’d tossed it into the ocean, but I’d never pollute my home like that. I’d throw myself head first into a woodchipper before I would do that. After all, I’ve done no less for others who have been caught polluting my paradise.
Lu was still laughing as I rejoined her on the sand. I loved her laugh, especially because there hadn’t been much to laugh about since we laid Nishi to rest. Between punishing Nishi’s murderer and wedding planning, Lu’s been busy, which was another reason why I couldn’t deny her this time on the sea.
Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Making fun of me,Hokupa?a?” It’d been her nickname for nearly a decade. She was my center, my homing beacon, my North Star.
Lu widened her legs as I knelt down between them. Her pussy was shielded from my gaze by a flimsy piece of fabric. “Maybe. What are you going to do about it?”
My smile was devilish as I answered, “Find something better for your mouth to do.”
Tangaloa, my ex-brother-in-law and VP, was waiting for us when we finally entered Bacon’s home. His hulking frame barely stepped back enough for me to squeeze through the doorway with a naked Lu in my arms. After surfing and beach sex, she was exhausted. My plan was to get her upstairs to our room and into the shower. I might fuck her again, but I hadn’t decided yet.
The foyer opened up into a living room with a square footage that rivaled the entirety of my old house. There was also an indoor pool, a sex dungeon that was strictly Bacon and Holly’s,a billiards room, and a movie theater on the first floor. Most of the bedrooms were on the second floor, including mine and Lu’s. Only the Prospects lived in the newly constructed shed row barn. The rest of the members lived in the mansion, though some had to double up due to lack of bedrooms. We’ve been talking about expanding the house to make it one big members-only living space.
Tangaloa lived in the room across from Lu and me, which was the only one besides the master with a private living room. The sole reason I did not claim that room for Lu was because it didn’t have a private bathroom too. Lu wanted a toilet over a couch, and since I could fuck her whenever I wanted on the couch in the downstairs living room, I had no issue giving Tangaloa the slightly bigger room.
As it happened, it worked out for the best. When we were in Yonkers, New York, on our hunt for Nishi, who had been kidnapped by the Blood Scorpions and trafficked into the sex trade, we came across Caroline, a young woman of seventeen, among the victims inside that pathetic excuse for a man’s house. I was no saint, but I wouldneverforce myself onto anyone, especially not a teenage girl. With her was a four-year-old little girl she called her daughter, Samantha. Even though we questioned the biology of that claim, we recognized that Caroline was the only mother Samantha had ever known.
I wasn’t a big enough asshole to rip a little girl away from her mother, even if that mother was only seventeen herself.
Tangaloa had bonded with both girls. After the pain he’d gone through with my sister and their divorce, I couldn’t begrudge him that connection. As a soon-to-be father myself, I knew the power behind that pull. He gave up his room to the girls, choosing to sleep on the couch, either upstairs or down, or out in the barn with the Prospects.
