Paradox : A Death Dealers MC Novella (Book 5.5): Death Dealers MC, #5.5

By Alana Sapphire

Jon and Ellen have a beautiful life. He won her heart when all she offered was her body. With a baby on the way, they couldn't be happier.
She wears his patch, shares his home, and he couldn't love her son more than he does.
But Jon still wants more.
He wants his ring on Ellen's finger, and he intends to make it happen before their child is born.
It's time he made her his in every way.

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Gage and Raven are at the happiest point in their rocky relationship. They're weeks away from the birth of their twins, and believe they have the perfect marriage.
But what if it isn't perfect?
Old conflicts surface and new ones emerge, threatening everything they value. Can they hold it together, or will they finally break under the weight of their troubles?
Is this the end of RAGE?


Paradox is best enjoyed if you've read the previous books in the series:
Forbidden
Tempted
Claimed
Deception (A Novella)
Seduction
Renascence

Death Dealers MC is a registered trademark.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alana Sapphire
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9798201411992

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Bonus Content – Deleted scene from Seduction

Bonus Content – Envisage (A #Rage Short Story)

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About The Author

Paradox (noun)

– A person or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities

Synonym – contradiction

Spotify Playlist – Paradox

PROLOGUE

RAGE

***Raven***

Six weeks pregnant

Bullet.

No.

Walther.

"What? ‘PPK’ for a middle name? I am not naming our child after guns. He opens his mouth to speak, and I quickly add, Or gun-related accessories. No bikes either."

Shit, babe. That doesn’t leave much.

One Harley in the family is enough, thank you very much.

"Stop making fun of my name, Salinas."

I roll my eyes, ignoring his reference to the Selena movie, and his horrible attempt at the accent. I so regret making him watch it with me.

There are millions to choose from. Why do you want our kid to be the one with the weird name?

"Yeah, millions, but none of them unique."

Forget it, Gage. I hop out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

"Hey, this is my son."

"Our son. And why are you so sure it’s a boy?"

I just know it. A little Reaper is gonna pop out and instantly ask for a Harley.

I giggle as he walks up behind me. And be the youngest prospect ever, right?

Exactly.

My smile fades as I turn to him. What about Emilio?

He stops in the middle of brushing his teeth and faces me. After your dad.

Yeah. I was thinking for a middle name.

Of course, doll. He strokes my cheek. Whatever you want.

Thanks.

We finish up, then dive right back into bed. He pulls me close and I lay my head on his chest. I’ve been Mrs. Gage Hunter for sixteen hours, and I’m a little embarrassed to say we’ve been having sex for the majority of that time. We leave for our honeymoon tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure it’s the only activity we’ll be indulging in.

"Using your dad’s name is a good idea. If… if it’s a girl, we’re naming her after my mom, Corrine."

Okay. You think my dad and your mom are somewhere watching over us?

Shit. As much as we fuck? I hope not.

I smack his chest. Perv.

He chuckles, changing position so we’re on our sides, facing each other. I lay my palm on his cheek, staring into his sapphire eyes.

I do, Raven. I think… I think she had him lead you to me. It’s the only reason I can think of why our paths crossed. She knew you were meant for me.

Oh, Gage….

He probably put up a hell of a fight, though. I can’t imagine I’m what he envisioned for you.

Yeah. I smile. Probably.

Thank God Mom’s a persuasive woman.

Yeah. Thank God. I press a gentle kiss to his lips. I love you, Gage.

I know. He smirks.

Whatever.

I return my head to his chest, baby names swirling around my brain. I’m only six weeks in, but the way Gage acts, you’d think I’m about to give birth at any moment.

What about Gavin? I ask. That’s both our names together.

No. My son should have a name that strikes fear into the hearts of men at the mere sound of it.

What? I burst out laughing.

You heard me. Who the fuck would fear ‘Gavin’?

Zeus? Thor? I roll over, unable to contain my laughter.

"Not those… but something similar. He grabs my waist, pulling me back to him. Stop laughing!"

Why? What you gonna do about it?

You know, the usual. Stick my dick down your throat.

Okay, okay. What about… I rattle a few more names around in my mind. Apollo?

Apollo. Hmm…. He stares up at the ceiling, contemplating it.

Or Chaos… if we’re sticking to Greek mythology.

Chaos? He raises a brow.

Chaos is like… the first thing to exist, the great void that gave birth to the universe. 

Chaos, he sounds it out, nodding. I like it. Great for a firstborn.

Chaos: Borne of Rage. That sounds badass.

Totally badass, babe. His arm tightens around my waist.

Chaos Emilio Gage Hunter.

He looks down at me, a grin spreading across his lips.

I love it.

Me, too. What about a girl name? Do we need a fear-inducing one for our daughter? I lay my head on his chest again.

Nah. Her father’s name will do that.

Fuck. Now I’m praying for a boy. Our poor daughter would be a virgin spinster.

What’s wrong with that?

Dick. I roll my eyes.

Yeah. She won’t be getting any.

Laughing, I raise my face to his. "Like any child of yours will be celibate."

Me? It takes two, baby doll. I wouldn’t advise it, but you can always say no.

I remember trying that once, said I wasn’t in the mood. You told me you had an app to fix it.

Yup. Developed it myself.

And I’m pretty certain it’s gotten a few updates since then.

That’s the thing with technology. It’s always evolving.

It’s a wonderful thing. It certainly means life with you will never be boring.

You know it.

Sliding my leg over him, I straddle his hips, sitting directly on his crotch. His fingers glide up my thighs, coming to a stop on my hips. With a toss of my head, I flip my hair over my left shoulder.

Fuck, he mumbles, his fingers digging into my flesh. You’re fucking gorgeous.

Am I?

"I’d tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but… you’re the only one I see, babe. You’re the most beautiful woman in my world."

Gage…. I slide my fingertips down his cheek as tears begin to well in my eyes. I don’t know how it’s possible for him to touch my heart like this every single day. He proves to me that love is infinite. There’s no such thing as loving someone too much; you either fall out of love or you fall deeper. With Gage, I’m free-falling without a care. The best part is he makes me feel like he’s right there with me. He’s my be all and end all. I never want to know what my life would be like without him in it.

Hailey, he says.

Huh?

Hailey, he repeats. It’s close to but not quite ‘Harley.’ My confused frown gives way to a grin. Hailey Corrine Selena Hunter.

I think we’ve got it.

We’re pretty good at this baby-naming thing. He gives me a smug grin. The others should be a cinch.

Others?

Of course. You didn’t think we’d stop at one, did you?

Let’s just get through this one before we even start thinking of more.

He begins slowly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt I’m wearing, licking his lips as my breasts are exposed.

Looks like it’s time for another update on that app. A few tweaks and fixes here and there should remedy that, help your thought process.

I throw my head back, laughing. You’re something else, Mr. Hunter.

And you love me, Mrs. Hunter.

I do. I toss the shirt on the floor. Now let’s start practicing for baby number two.

I fucking love you.

I know. I lean forward, gently placing my lips on his. I know.

CHAPTER 1

E SQUARED

***Einstein***

Present

Marry me.

Be my wife.

Ellen, be mine forever.

Shit. None of those sound right. How do I express to Ellen that I want to spend the rest of my life with her in a few words? Nothing I come up with will ever do justice to what I feel for her. I’ve had the ring for a while now. The only reason it’s not on her finger is that I can’t figure out how to ask her to marry me.

Babe, you ready? Ellen asks as she exits the bathroom.

Gorgeous. Under my nose all these years and I never gave her more than a cursory glance. She was Gage’s baby sister, Eddie’s old lady; I never took the time to see the beautiful woman underneath those titles. If she hadn’t come on to me at Gage and Raven’s wedding, we’d probably still be no more than friends. Thank God she did.

She walks to where I’m perched on the foot of the bed, wedging herself between my legs. I lay my palms on the sides of her belly, giving it a gentle kiss. Out of all the things I’ve achieved in this life—going to college, med school, becoming a doctor—none of them compare to what I’ve created with this woman.

A child.

A life.

She’s five months along, and I can’t wait for the next four to roll by so I can meet our daughter. Ellen wants to wait to know the gender, but it’s hard not to notice when I can read an ultrasound. She’s forbidden me from telling her or even dropping any hints.

Standing, I slide my hand to the back of her neck and into her silky brown hair, pulling her head back so she’s looking up at me.

You know I love you, right?

Of course. Her brows knit in confusion, blue eyes glued to mine. What’s gotten into you?

Just making sure, beautiful.

"You don’t ever have to question that or my love for you."

I gently cradle her face. Good to know. Our life—you, Mikey, our baby—means everything to me.

She grips my wrists, beginning to tear up. I feel the same. I love you, Jon.

I press a soft kiss to her lips, closing my eyes as I lay my forehead on hers. It’s time to man up and truly make her mine. Legally. Gage is already on my back about it, but that’s because he doesn’t know I have the ring. It’s been burning a hole in my pocket since the day after Ellen told me she was pregnant. I intend to change her name before our child is born.

We should go, she whispers but doesn’t make a move.

I break our contact, smiling as I tug her out the bedroom door. Mikey spent the night with his grandfather, and as much as I enjoyed our alone time, I’m anxious to get him back home. Once I have her safely in the car, I slide into the driver’s seat, taking her hand in mine. As it rests on my thigh, I stroke the spot on her finger where my ring should be. Where it will be.

Ellen is mine, and I can’t wait for her to be my wife.

***Ellen***

Jon is behaving strangely.

Not