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STUD'S BRIDE
First edition. November 13, 2018.
Copyright © 2018 Naomi West.
ISBN: 978-1386488491
Written by Naomi West.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Also By Naomi West
Stud’s Bride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Cobra Kings MC Book 3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Stud’s Bride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Cobra Kings MC Book 3)
By Naomi West
They said I couldn’t have her. I told them to try and stop me.
THE BAD BOY STUD HAS wandered into dangerous territory.
MC President Bishop Blaine thought bedding a pop star would be the story of a lifetime.
He gets what he came for, and then some...
When the diva ends up pregnant with his baby.
LOLA
I thought outlaw bikers were supposed to be tall, dark, tatted—and dumb as rocks.
But Bishop Blaine is only three for four.
And unfortunately for my sake, he's managed to outsmart every member of my security team to get to me.
It’s true: he’s got his own selfish motives in mind.
Like laying his sinful, inked hands over every inch of my body.
But it turns out Bishop got to me just in time.
First, we're ducking a spray of bullets.
Then, next thing I know, he has me out back behind the bar...
Pinned to the wall beneath him, as he lets far more than his eyes travel my forbidden figure.
BISHOP
Lola is famous. Off-limits. Totally uninterested in a rebel biker like me.
Until I make things interesting for her.
Granted, I've had help.
Someone's out to kill her, and I smell a rat in her inner circle.
She can't trust those who are already closest to her, so I plan on making myself as close as possible.
I’m gonna run my filthy hands along those lush curves until I make the little pop starlet shiver and beg for more.
But I should’ve known it would all lead to trouble.
As I discover, it isn’t just a killer we have on our plate.
Because Lola turns up pregnant – and she swears the baby is mine.
This was never supposed to happen.
I’m an outlaw with a motorcycle club to run, not a whipped baby daddy to a famous actress.
Until, all of the sudden, that’s exactly what I am.
But we’re from two different worlds.
She walks red carpets and wears expensive gowns.
I ride choppers and keep my club kutte on my shoulders at all times.
Having a baby together is sheer madness.
But despite all that...
There’s something in my gut that says I have to protect these delicate creatures now – my woman and my baby.
I'm going to catch this falling star and make her mine.
And if the man hunting her thinks he’s gonna lay a finger on my family...
He’d better be ready for war.
Chapter 1
Lola
Once she had answered a few concerned texts from Butch and Brittany, Lola let Bishop give her a ride back to town. She didn’t want to. It would have been so much easier to just stay out there in the woods all day, or even just to head straight to the airport and go back west. But she had to face this and get it over with.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Bishop asked when he pulled his bike to a stop in front of the hospital entry doors. “I don’t mind.”
It was a very tempting offer, and one that she would have liked to take him up on. Lola knew she would need a shoulder to lean on or a supportive hand on her back, but she had to do this on her own. “That’s okay. They’re going to freak out enough just that I’m here, and seeing you at my side might just send him into another heart attack.” Lola dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “I’ll call you later.”
He zoomed off and Lola turned for the automatic doors. They opened with a soft rushing sound, spewing antiseptic-scented air. Pausing for a moment to make sure her outfit was straight, she stopped at the desk in the lobby. “I’m looking for George Dodson’s room, please.”
The attendant was a woman in her thirties with her auburn hair resting in a long plain braid down her back. She automatically nodded and began typing away on a computer, but she paused and looked up at Lola. Her eyes widened but she kept her voice low and her body calm. “You’re her, aren’t you?”
“Her who?” Lola asked dumbly. If this woman or anyone else figured out that she was her father’s daughter, then the media would be at her parents’ door 24/7. In a way, it seemed fitting revenge from the daughter they no longer accepted as their own. But they were still her parents, and she couldn’t do that to them.
“Lola. Lola Lennox. I heard you were in town, but what are you doing here?” The attendant fiddled her fingers over the keyboard, no longer typing or trying to find the correct room.
Shaking her head and flipping her fingers in the air, Lola took on the southern accent she had done such a good job of ditching at the advice of her manager. “Oh, honey! You’ve just got celebrity fever! I’m not anybody important at all, but you certainly flatter me by thinking so. I just wanted to stop in and see my uncle.”
The woman looked at her skeptically but finally nodded. She consulted the computer but her hands shook as she manipulated the keys. “Okay. He’s in room 405. If he’s not in there, then just ask at the nurses’ station. He might be out of his room for testing.”
Lola hoped not. She didn’t want to hang around here any longer than she had to. Her baggy shirt and jeans wouldn’t fool people for long, not if they really looked at her. She smiled to herself as she realized what an awful outfit she had been wearing when Bishop had swooped her out of the airport and made love to her in the woods. Clearly, he hadn’t minded her dressing like a housewife on her way to buy groceries.
Making her way up the elevator and around the corner, Lola took a deep breath and knocked on the door for room 405. Her mother’s voice responded, “Come in.”
She pushed open the door. It was a private room with a large window, and several vases of flowers had been delivered for her father. He lay in a hospital bed with numerous wires and monitors hooked up to him, staring tiredly at a wall-mounted television. Mrs. Dodson sat in a nearby chair, flipping through a magazine. She lifted her head to address the newcomer, her face almost pleasant, but her visage fell into a sour one as soon as she realized who had come in the door. “Oh. It’s you.”
Clearly, the ratty clothes weren’t enough to fool them. Lola ignored her mother and crossed the room until she stood at her father’s feet. “Are you feeling all right?”
He gave her a worn-out look that could almost have been a smile. “I’m hanging on.”
“Do they know anything yet?”
“They’ve been doing tests all day,” her mother responded, slapping the magazine down onto a nearby table and glaring at Lola. “He’s going to be fine, but I already told you that.”
She stared at her mother for a moment. “I just wanted to come and see him.”
“Oh, of course you did. And you wanted to drag half the country with you just so you could make a show of being a good daughter. Well, your publicity tactics won’t work on us. We’ve already informed the hospital security that we might have unwanted visitors, and they’ve promised to remove anyone we don’t want in here.” She stuck her sharp chin in the air, daring Lola to push her further.
Was her own mother really threatening to have her kicked out of her father’s hospital room? This had already gone too far. “I didn’t let anyone know I was coming. Someone else did. That’s the way things are for me these days. Is it so wrong to want to come and visit my own dad in the hospital?”
“When you’re the one who caused his heart attack, then yes!” Mrs. Dodson was on her feet now. “Didn’t you think you’d done enough by being such a disappointment to us? And then you came back to town last month and stirred up all that ruckus? Why, your dad was convinced that the paparazzi would be trying to take pictures of us in the shower after that!”
“Angela ...” Mr. Dodson said softly from the bed.
“No, George. I’m going to have my say. Laura, you have no respect for anyone but yourself. You never have, and I don’t imagine you ever will. You’ve caused enough trouble here. I suggest you remove yourself from this room right now, or I’ll have a man in a uniform do it for you.”
Lola opened her mouth to argue, but she could see there was no use. Her mother didn’t want her here. If her father did, then he wasn’t fighting very hard for it. She wasn’t welcome. You could never go home again, no matter how shitty of a home it had been in the first place. “Fine.” She turned on her heel and yanked the door open, blinking back tears as she headed for the elevator.
BRITTANY WAS WAITING for her at the hotel room, so Lola headed straight there after she left the hospital. She had planned for this to be a short trip, and she was grateful that she only had one more day before she could get on a plane and leave Rolling Hills permanently. This would be her last visit, no matter what.
Chris was waiting for her outside the hotel room door. “The prodigal celebrity returns,” he said with a smirk. “That was some move, ditching us at the airport.”
She glared at him but didn’t reward him with a reply. It had been a shitty enough day, and she was just going to continue with that theme for the moment. “Just let me in. I don’t have time for this.”
“All right, but we’re going to talk sooner or later,” he promised, holding the door open.
Brittany sat on the bed, filing her nails, but she jumped up as soon as Lola walked in and wrapped her arms around the singer. “Holy shit! You can’t scare me like that again! When you disappeared at the airport, I assumed you had found Butch. But he came back from the security office without you and we had no idea where you’d gone. Where have you been?”
Lola wanted to tell her friend all about her tryst with Bishop, but the girl talk would have to come later. “I went to see my parents at the hospital, but that didn’t go very well.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I knew it wouldn’t,” Lola said with a shrug. “There’s no use in being disappointed. Did you go to the pharmacy for me?”
A wicked smile took over Brittany’s face, and she tossed her ponytail. “I did. It’s waiting for you on the bathroom counter.”
“Good. I’ve already had a horrible day, and I have a feeling I’m about to go make it worse.” She stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, staring at herself in the mirror for a moment. Lola had made far too many mistakes in her life. She had plenty of money, and everyone in the media wanted to interview her or snag pictures of her, but that didn’t necessarily make her life a good one. Now, she knew exactly what the pregnancy test was going to say even before she took it out of the wrapper. Lola could feel the difference in herself, and it was more than just the argument with her parents or the attraction she had for Bishop. She wasn’t just one person anymore.
A minute later, she sat on the little bench in the bathroom, holding the plastic stick and watching as two lines slowly appeared in the result window. Positive. Lola’s hand slid unconsciously to her still-flat abdomen, silently apologizing to the life she was bringing into this world. It was a harsh place, where people couldn’t enjoy being themselves.
A soft knock came on the door. “Lola? Are you doing all right in there?” It was Brittany.
Lola reached over and opened the door, holding up the pregnancy test for her friend to see.
Brittany looked at it for a moment, her jaw dropping open and her eyes widening. She jumped up and down before scooping Lola into a hug. “Oh, my God! This is so exciting! Who’s the father?”
Lola frowned. There was a chance this child wouldn’t even have a father. Bishop was fun, but he was a biker. “Just a guy.”
“Just a guy?” Brittany repeated. “Oh, come on! There’s no such thing as ‘just a guy’ when you’re a celebrity! Even some random dude you sleep with becomes a celebrity in his own right just because he’s been with you. Who was it?”
But Lola didn’t feel like talking. It was all weighing too heavily on her shoulders. In her mind, she fantasized how the conversation with Bishop would go. She would tell him it was his, and he would shrug and take off on his bike. He wouldn’t want to be tied down with some brat. Still, she had to tell him. “I should go talk to him first.” Lola left the bathroom and picked up her cell. She sent a text to Bishop.
Where are you?
“Fine,” Brittany said with a pout, following her into the room. “I guess your best friend doesn’t deserve to know anything?”
“We’ll talk later,” Lola promised. She felt a little dizzy at having her suspicions confirmed, and she would rather go to bed than head out into public again, but she had to find Bishop. “I promise.”
