My Two-wheeled Savior (Holy Rebel MC #1)

Chapter 8

I'm reorganizing papers off the floor when a few of the guys pile into my living room. Sydney squeals from her bouncer at the sight of Lynol. He squeezes her hand with a smile before his face turns to stone at the sight of the rest of my house.

"Anything missing?" He asks me. The guys fan out to check the rest of my house.

"Copies of her birth certificate and social security card and shit like that. He's going to be royally pissed when he sees her last name is Pritchard." I give a sarcastic laugh.

"It is?" Lynol stops examining my door to look at me.

"Yeah. Didn't you take her to the doctors today?" I ask.

"Panik did. I have shit to do." He looks back at my door. Of course.

"Everything looks fine, Prez." Ed comes out from Sydney's room. Lynol nods.

"Alright. I'm staying here. Until we find him or he finds us and we figure this shit out." He directs his words at them but looks at me, leaving no room for argument. I shrug, too tired to argue.

"Well have that door fixed tomorrow, Margo." Patch pats my arms in a warm gesture before leaving out the door, the others flollowing.

The air thickens as Lynol and I are left alone in my living room. I pick up Sydney from her bouncer and put her in her cradle beside my bed, afraid to be too far away. "I'll take the couch." Lynols leaning against my bedroom door frame. His huge frames leaves little to no space to even an ant to squeeze through.

"Yeah, Pat has a blanket and shit already out there." I continue to rock Sydney to sleep after changing her diaper. Lynol nods before heading into the living room.

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Syndeys crying wakes me up around 3 and I groan. She usually sleeps all night. Maybe she feels the shift in things lately. I pick her up and rock her but she continues to cry. "Hush, My little baby." I cue to her. My words fall on deaf ears. I make her a bottle but she doesn't want it. Her diapers clean. "Is she okay?" Lynols gruff voice sounds behind me. I turn to find him in nothing but his boxers and it takes everything I have to concentrate on his face.

"She won't stop. Did the doctors say anything today?" I ask.

"No, babe. She's probably just teething." He takes her from me. I ignore his babe comment.

"Go lay back down. You have work soon and I can handle this." I watch as he rocks with her and her cries slowly die down. I nod before laying back down.

I lie in bed awake and look over at the sounds of the creaking wood floors under Lynol's bare feet. He has our daughter in his strong arms as he tip toes to her cradle. "Let me have her." I hold my arms out for her. He startles at my voice but complies. I nestle her close but too close enough to roll over on her and fall asleep.

My boss gives me the day off after I tell him someone's broken in. I'll probably be fired if I keep this shit up. Biker ex baby daddy showing up and taking days off all in my first week. But he seems to be understanding.

Lynol has Sydney in his lap playing with her and making faces when as I walk into the living room from getting ready. I put on some plain blue skinny jeans and white flowy tank top, leaving all of my tattoos on display.

Lynol glances up and I watch as his eyes darken with the lust I would see every time he looked at me. Now he usually looks at me with dark eyes of anger followed by screaming.

"Lynol." I start as I sit next to him on my couch.

"Yeah." He grunts and he visibly forces himself to look away.