The Bride Vow: Angel's Keepers MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

The Bride Vow is book 2 of the Angel's Keepers MC trilogy. Book 3, The Biker Vow, is available everywhere now!

I PROMISED THE PRINCESS I'D GIVE HER AN EXTRA SPECIAL GIFT.

But it'll be nine months until my treat gets delivered.

She came where she shouldn't have come to do stuff she shouldn't be doing.
No wonder things went wrong.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
But I was born to fight, f**k, and drink.
So when she steps into my bar with adventure on her mind, she better get ready…
Things are about to get messy.

Because there's no one to protect her here.
Especially not her politician daddy.
I'm gonna take her again and again until I accomplish what I came for:

Putting my baby in her womb.

To hell with what comes next.
Her father can try to hurt me all he wants.
He'll never have what I have:
His daughter's V-card in my pocket and my baby in her belly.

I swear one thing to you, my little angel:
You're going to be sore tomorrow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386293453

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THE BRIDE VOW: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Angel’s Keepers MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

I PROMISED THE PRINCESS I’D GIVE HER AN EXTRA SPECIAL GIFT.

BUT IT’LL BE NINE MONTHS until my treat gets delivered.

She came where she shouldn’t have come to do stuff she shouldn’t be doing.

No wonder things went wrong.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

But I was born to fight, f**k, and drink.

So when she steps into my bar with adventure on her mind, she better get ready...

Things are about to get messy.

Because there’s no one to protect her here.

Especially not her politician daddy.

I’m gonna take her again and again until I accomplish what I came for:

Putting my baby in her womb.

To hell with what comes next.

Her father can try to hurt me all he wants.

He’ll never have what I have:

His daughter’s V-card in my pocket and my baby in her belly.

I swear one thing to you, my little angel:

You’re going to be sore tomorrow.

Chapter 1

Amelia

Amelia stared down at the small, white stick, her hands shaking. The test had advertised correctly. Her results were clear. They were actually a little too clear. She wouldn’t have minded some reassuring vagueness at the moment. Pregnant. She was pregnant. She was pregnant by the leader of a biker gang that wasn’t actually a gang. She was pregnant by a man she’d had a one-night stand with and hadn’t spoken to again in almost two months. Of course, she’d probably have to talk to him now.

A quick, slightly hysterical giggle escaped her and she smacked her hand over her mouth. This was no time to laugh. If she laughed too hard then the next swing of the emotional rollercoaster would be tears and she didn’t want that either. She needed logic, not emotion. What the hell was she going to do?

Amelia?

She jumped, the pregnancy test flying out of her grip and clattering into the sink when her father appeared suddenly in the doorway.

What are you... Gregory began and then trailed off when he recognized what she’d been holding. His face went a dark red and he stepped forward so fast that she shrank back. There was no way to hide it now. In keeping with her recent luck, the test had landed face-up, still cheerily proclaiming she was going to be a mother. He swung to face her, shock and fury written all over his face. What in the hell is going on, Amelia? he shouted.

She had to swallow several times before she could motivate her vocal cords into action. What does it look like?

You better be able to tell me that this is all some sort of joke, Gregory said, breathing heavily, his hands clenching and unclenching.

She shook her head. No, I’m not feeling particularly funny right this second.

What she actually felt was sick, dizzy, and a bit frightened. She’d never seen her father this angry. He was actually shaking. Was he going to hit her? She’d never had a reason to wonder that before, but she was afraid of it right now.

Is it Anthony’s? he asked through clenched teeth.

That’s none of your—

Don’t tell me this is none of my business, I’m your father!

Then act like it! she shouted back, her fury and worry finally reaching the boiling point. Don’t stand there screaming at me when I’m scared to death! Tears filled her eyes, but she knuckled them away angrily.

You wouldn’t be scared if you hadn’t been so stupid! he snapped back. If it’s not Anthony’s then you know what to do. Just get rid of it and, for God’s sake, keep your mouth shut about it.

He stomped out, slamming the bathroom door behind him. Amelia sank down on the edge of the tub. Her chest burned with anger and the sobs that she tried her hardest to choke back. She didn’t want to give into the panic that threatened to consume her. If she did, she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop crying.

Her hair fell forward into her face and she contemplated it blankly. It was greasy and lank. At least now she had an explanation for that.

That wasn’t the point right now. She needed a shower. No matter what her father had just said to her, she was sure he still expected her to go out with Anthony that night. Mechanically, Amelia stood up and walked over to the glass enclosure. She turned the water on and waited, staring blankly at the wall until steam had fogged the glass. Then she stepped in, barely registering how hot the water was. She was shaking and she couldn’t seem to stop.

Halfway through shaving her legs, she realized that she would have to tell Anthony that she was pregnant. She also realized she had no clue how to start that conversation.

She put her hand on her stomach. It was still flat, obviously. It might even be a few more months before she started to show. It would be even longer before she could feel the baby move. She could take care of things quickly and quietly, like her father had suggested.

But she didn’t want to. It wasn’t just her innate desire to rebel either. The thought of the clinic frightened her. The sterile environment and equipment that she didn’t want to think about. She didn't want a stiffly professional doctor telling her she was doing the right thing. Not when she was so unsure. There was just no way that she could make this decision. Not this soon. Not when she was still so frightened.

Her thoughts went back to Anthony once more. They’d been seeing each other regularly, but he’d never been more physical than a kiss goodnight. And it was always a slightly stiff kiss. A duty kiss more than anything else. He never even parted his lips. That was fine with her. She didn’t want his kisses and God knew that she didn’t want to go to bed with him. Not with Ethan’s memory so fresh in her mind.

But how would Anthony feel about her now that she was carrying another man’s child? She couldn’t imagine he’d be thrilled. If he broke up with her, would her father cut her off anyway? Why did she feel so relieved at the prospect? It had terrified her a month and a half ago.

The hand she’d placed on her stomach once more curled somewhat protectively. No, she couldn't give it all up now. This wouldn’t be the time to be financially unstable. She had to take care of more than herself now.

So was that it? Was it really that easy? Deciding to be a mother? She wrapped a towel around herself and walked into her room to get dressed. She was still terrified, shocked, and more than a little worried, yes. But...she liked the idea of having someone who loved her just because of who she was and not what she could do for them. Her own little baby to face the world with. Amelia and baby versus the world.

Her own person to raise and be totally responsible for. She swallowed hard. She wasn’t delusional enough to think motherhood was limited to picking out cute clothes and planning fun games. She’d grown up with no memories of the woman who had been her mother. Maybe, since she’d grown up without one, she didn’t know how to be one. Maybe the poor kid would be completely screwed up and it would be all her fault. In which case, she’d need her father’s money for therapy bills.

She had that same urge to