Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

"Momma, is Daddy here to stay now?" Lily asks from where she was laying down on the floor by my feet coloring a picture.

I didn’t know the answer to that. Over the past few days, he had told me about his journey and all the advice he'd got from people. It sounded like he really did a lot of soul searching while he’s been riding nomad. Before when he would talk it was always about what the guys in the club would want or who he could pull in as an ally. Now it was all about what was best for me and him. He wanted the club to prosper and succeed, but it seemed like the end all be all decision was his and his alone. The power, the strength, the self-confidence—that is exactly what I fell in love with the first time me and him got together. I believed that he was going back to his previous ways, but I didn’t know if that meant he would stay here forever. His club was all the way on the other side of the country. As much as I trusted Clean to keep the club safe I didn’t think I could be there again.

"I don’t know if he’s going to stay, but I know he will come see you if he leaves whenever you want ok. We are still a family, and your father loves you very much."

"And little MC too."

I turn my head to the side, who the hell was little MC? "MC? Who is that baby?"

Lily raises up to her knees and kisses me gently on my stomach, "Little MC." She rubs the bump before she lowers herself back down to the floor to continue coloring. I press a hand to my mouth, trying to keep my sobs at bay. It was the sweetest thing Lily had done while I’ve been pregnant. I hadn’t even stopped to think how she would feel about the baby inside of me. We’d never talked about it, seems to me that she is happy to have a little one join us.

I let out a yawn and so does she. I had tried to wait up for Dillon to get back, but a small nap may just be what the both of us need. This Nevada heat is stifling, and I don’t think he will be back for a few hours yet.

"Momma, you want to watch Little Mermaid with me?"

I smile at the way my daughter always seems to be able to read my mind. We would go in my room, turn Little Mermaid on, and we would both be sleeping within fifteen minutes. It was our favorite movie that we were never able to get through.

"Yeah, baby. Let's go watch it before Daddy gets home."

She giggles and helps me off the couch, "Can you imagine Daddy watching Little Mermaid with us?"

"Not without his brain dribbling out of his ears." I poke her in the side, and she giggles as we make our way to the bedroom.

The movie does the trick. We were out before Triton even realized that Ariel was going up to the surface to look at the humans. My dreams are brightly colored with beautiful fishes and deep blue ocean waters—serene and peaceful.

I wake up with the typical urge to pee. Being this far along into pregnancy it seemed as if I had to pee all the time. I get up and walk into the bathroom, and notice that Dillon still wasn't back. He’s been gone a while, but he did need quite a few things. If I knew him though he was probably out trying to buy Lily some more toys that she didn't need. His way of making up for the mess that he had created.

While I'm in the bathroom I hear the back door open, finally he's home. We've been all over each other the past few days, but it feels like I can never get enough. A bright smile crosses my face and when I look up in the mirror it's the first time in a long time that I can honestly say that I've been happy. Even through all the shit, he can still make me happy.

"Momma! Momma!" Lily screams louder than I have ever heard her scream in my entire life. I turn and slip on the floor mat as I try to get out of the bathroom and to her. When I open the door there is a man that I don't know standing there with a gun straight to my face.

"Fuck! Get him the fuck off!" I hear a man scream out and when I look out the door, I see Max growling and biting on one of the intruders. He's not going to let him go.

He jumps up and brings the large man down to the ground still keeping a firm grip on him before lunging for his neck. Blood spews everywhere.

"Motherfuck!" The man lets out a gurgled scream.

"No!" I try to push through as I see another of the men walk up behind them and shoots Max twice. There isn’t a sound, the gun must have a silencer. Max still doesn't let go of the man, but I can tell that Max is hurt.

He whines and whimpers as the other man kicks him off his friend—his dead friend.

Max drags himself on his belly trying to get closer to me.

"What do you want? Just take whatever you want!" I scream at the man, but he doesn't say anything else to me. "Lily! Lily!" I scream for her, but I don't hear her anymore. "Where the fuck is my daughter? Where is she?" The more that I scream at him the more it seems he just ignores at me.

I try to get to the light switch to signal Fly, but the second that I do, he pulls his gun back and swings it down on my forehead. I hear