Page 6 of Spook’s Honor

“They are,” Angel said with a smile, slipping her arm through my free one and tugging me towards them. “Come meet my mad sister and nieces. Oh, and Garret’s son.”

Garret? Who is Garret? Oh, that must be Axle’s government name. I know that MCs only allow a spouse or close immediate family to know their government name. Wait? A son? I’m surprised. Jake never mentioned a son. Turning to Axle, I raise an eyebrow. “Garret has a son?”

Axle rolls his eyes and tilts his head up as if he’s praying for patience. I want to laugh, but instead I turn back to Angel who is explaining that North isn’t his biological son. But, Axle’s been a bit slow on the uptake and only just realised that he has one.

The next hour is taken up with meeting new people. I’m never going to remember them all. Everyone is so friendly and eager to know me. I’m made to feel right at home. Not at all what I expected.

Once I’ve greeted Angel’s family, they wandered off.

“Let me introduce you to my President, then you can relax.” Axle says, guiding me towards a dark-haired, dark-eyed, clean-shaven man.

He may look like he isn’t worried about a thing, but I’ve met men like him. My dad had been one of them. Underestimated until they aren’t. I have a feeling this man is treated the same way. I wonder if that makes his job as President of a one-percent motorcycle club easier or harder.

“Pres, this is Honor. Honor, my President, Maverick.”

Maverick gives me a charming smile that turns into a grin when there’s a growl behind me and then a large body suddenly invades my space. Maverick’s amused gaze flicks over my shoulder, then softens when he sees the boy in my arms.

He holds out his hand. “Honor, welcome to our club. Any problems, let either me, Axle, or our VP, Spook, know.”

“Spook?” I ask, looking around.

Maverick lets out a bark of laughter and shakes his head in resignation. “Brother?” he smirks and looks over my shoulder. “Spook is the man behind you and father to the little-one you are holding.”

I’m stunned. I hadn’t, until this moment, realised I never asked Mason’s father his name. Goes to show how much the gorgeous man has addled my brain. Feeling a little silly, I turn around and hold out my hand, heat creeping into my cheeks. Jesus, I’m an idiot.

“Sorry, I stole your son and then didn’t introduce myself.”

Spook takes my hand. I’m ready this time for the tingles that run up my arm. He squeezes my hand gently before releasing it.

“No need to apologise, Honor. It’s good to officially meet you. And I’m sure today has been tough enough, meeting everyone and then being tackled by one of my monsters.”

I gasp playfully and turn to the boy in my arms. “Monster?” I tickle him, making him laugh. “Are you a monster?"

“No,” Mason shouts, and I grin. “I agree. You’re my hero.”

I turn to the quieter twin, who is watching us with fascination, and poke his belly. “Hello cutie number two. You’re not as chatty as your brother, huh. What’s your name?”

He tilts his head as if assessing me. “Reed,” Spook rumbles.

I gently touch his foot. “Nice to meet you, Reed.” He smiles. And oh my God—my heart. Instant love is absolutely a thing. These two little boys are too beautiful for words.

When Reed holds out his arms, I don’t hesitate. I take him. Holding both of them is difficult. They’re heavy. But when he loops a little arm around my neck and softly says, “Mine,” my heart stops for a minute. And I know, no matter what, these boys will always be in my life.

“Boys,” Spook rumbles, “you’re too heavy for Honor to carry both of you.”

I mean he’s not wrong. I catch Maverick and Axle giving each other a look I can’t read.

“Why don’t you find a seat,” Maverick suggests. “That way the boys can sit on your lap. First time I’ve ever seen them like this with anyone.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

I glance at Axle, who nods. “They don’t generally like many people,” he tells me.

I’m not sure what to say to that. Kids have a level of knowing that adults have lost. Maybe they know in their little souls that they’re safe with me. I may look soft and dress like a hippy, but I’m deadly when I need to be. My dad made sure of it.

Being an ex-Marshal’s only daughter had been like living with your own one-person army and Drill Sargent in one. My dad left the Navy and entered the Marshals, but I always thought men like him never lost that edge. The one that kept you alive when everything was against you. As I got older, he began drilling into me what he had learned. His training had certainly kept me safe on many occasions while I’d been travelling.

Not that I’ve left a trail of bodies behind me or anything like that, but I’ve certainly left a few men maimed when they thought they could take advantage of a woman travelling alone. I never leave my van without at least three knives strapped to me. I’d carry a gun too, but I’m not always in a concealed-carry state, so I tend to leave them in the van. I have several hidden in easily accessible places. Not strictly legal, I know, but somehow, I don’t think anyone in this clubhouse would have an issue with it.