Bishop: Heaven Hill Generations

By Laramie Briscoe

From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Laramie Briscoe comes the sixth and final book in the Heaven Hill Generations Series.


Trust Laramie Briscoe to provide engaging characters in a well-built world I want to revisit again and again. Carly Phillips, NY Times bestselling author.


Back to where it all began...

 

Harley Walker

 

I never expected to be a teenage mother, not like my grandmother before me. Fate, however had other plans.

 

Bishop Erickson swept into my life at a moment when I needed someone to see me for who I really was. A person who didn't care that I'm a Walker. He gave me all of that, and then some.

 

On the worst night of his life, I give him the only thing I can.

 

My family, and their protection.

 

But just as we're about to start our own family, the past comes back to haunt us, and it's a fight to the end.

 

For both us and the Heaven Hill MC.

 

Winner takes all…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laramie Briscoe
• Release date: May 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201950897

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Harley

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Pregnant. 

Continuing the Walker bloodline.

It’s staggering to realize this is actually going to happen. The monumental change our lives is going to undergo is almost enough to drop me to my knees. So much responsibility, but pride at the same time. I always thought it would be Justice. She’s so much more settled in her life, has her shit together, and isn’t living in sin like me.

It’s pressure.

So much fucking pressure, but I’m excited and I don’t recognize who I even am right now. It’s not like I had this grand plan of what my life was going to be like, but in my wildest dreams, it wouldn’t have been this.

Where were you this morning? Dad asks as I walk into the office at the garage. Thought I was going to have to send out a search party.

Coulda asked Bishop. I roll my eyes. He woke up right next to me.

If I’m not mistaken, Drew Walker’s jaw twitches as he grinds his back molars together. With a salute, he takes off out the door and toward the bays. Good. That oughta shut him up for at least fifteen minutes. Give me time to get my bearings and to make a doctor’s appointment to confirm my pregnancy.

Plopping in the chair, I look at the door, waiting for a few moments to make sure no one else is coming in. When I’m fairly certain I’m alone, I reach into my purse and palm my cell out of its spot inside the pocket. Quickly, I put in my passcode, find the phone number, and place the call. 

Women’s Health. The voice on the other end is pleasant, like the lady who picked up enjoys her job. I definitely think it’s needed if you’re going to work with a bunch of women everyday, though. Women and I? We don’t get along, which is why I enjoy working with men more. 

Hi..hi… I stumble.

Can I help you?

What am I supposed to say? Lamely I start. Ummm, I took a home pregnancy test.

Did it say you were pregnant, honey?

Yes, I answer. I don’t know where to go from here.

First of all, let’s get your name and we’ll see when the last time you were here was.

Harley Walker…

The whole phone call lasts a total of seven minutes according to my cell as I hang up, but it seems so much longer. A lifetime, maybe. 

Dad comes back in. Any chance you could run to the parts shop? They can deliver but it’s going to take five hours. There’s no sense on us waiting if you can swing over and grab it.

This is perfect. My appointment to do a blood test to confirm my pregnancy is in an hour. No problem. They know I’m coming?

Not yet. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins to place a phone call. I’ll let them know. Haven’t paid yet so use the company card.

See ya in a little bit. I give a short wave, throwing up a thank you that this has somehow worked itself out.

Walking out into the bright sunlight, I inhale deeply, insanely aware of how this drive can change my life. One second, a brief moment can have such an impact. Which is weird. I of all people know how it can. I mean look at what happened to Justice, but I guess I’ve been lulled into this false sense of security.  

Harley!

His voice still brings goosebumps to my forearms and causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. It’s such a visceral reaction and I wonder how long I’ll have it when it comes to him. Stopping, I turn to face him. Yeah?

Where ya headed?

Glancing up to the boy-turned-man in front of me, my dark eyes meet his blue ones. Dad needs me to run by the parts shop so I’m making a stop at the doctor’s office. They’re able to fit me in for bloodwork to confirm. I keep my voice low, hoping no one else can hear our conversation.

Will you find out while you’re there or will they call you? He questions, pulling his plump bottom lip in between his teeth.

I don’t know. I shrug. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this, I remind him. 

Well, text me or call me if you need me. I have my phone on vibrate so I don’t have to be listening for it.

I will. I reach out, grabbing hold of his hand and squeezing it tightly, desperately needing the connection right now. I love you.

He blushes, leaning in to press a kiss against my forehead. His arms go around me, hugging me tightly to his body. As I begin to relax, he puts his mouth to my ear. Not as much as I love you. Be safe, yeah?

Always, especially now.

He walks me over to the car I purchased last year because I got tired of riding my bike in the winter. 

Might have to give up the bike for a while, he mumbles.

Yeah, that’s why I drove this instead. I was worried. I worry my lips together. So much to think about.

We have all the time to think about it. Don’t get fucked up over it yet, he advises, reaching out to cup the back of my neck in the palm of his hand. We’ll figure this shit out. First thing we need to find out is if it’s true or not.

While I know he’s right, I’m still scared. Beyond terrified of what my parents are going to say, my grandparents too. So far, I’ve been waffling between them being excited because I’m carrying on the line and disappointed because we’re so young.

Stop it, he whispers. Don’t put the cart before the horse. Let’s see what we’re facing first.

Okay, I’m outta here.

Bishop watches as I drive away. It’s reminiscent of the first day we had school after he came to live with us.

I wish you’d stay home with me, he whispers in my ear.

I’d spent the night in his bed, although I’m not sure if my parents agreed to it or not. I just couldn’t stand to see him hurting. His face sports a nice bruise, and we’ve all agreed he can’t go to school. They might call the authorities and since he isn’t an adult yet, things could get complicated.

Wish I could too, but you’re going to have a good day.

I know, he sighs. Drew is going to start me working at Walker’s Wheels, and I’m gonna get my Prospect patch. He winks, twining his arms around my neck.

You two talked through so much last night.

We definitely did, but the truth is, I have you to thank for all of it.

Intermittently, I look in the rearview until I can’t see him any longer. Now on Louisville Road, I roll down the window to not only hear the wind but also feel it through my hair. This is as close as I can get to a bike without being on one. Coming to a red light, I carefully stop before reaching down to cup my stomach. Might have to get used to this for a little while but, as soon as you can, we’ll get you on the back of a bike, just like my parents did with me.

To this day, I can still remember the first memory I have of being on dad’s bike. The way he sat me in front of him, put his arms around me, and together we flew. Like a bird on the current of the wind, I held my arms out to the side and leaned into the breeze. Instead of freaking out, dad let me do it, not holding me back in the way mom would’ve. As he always had, he encouraged me to let go and learn the consequences of actions in the shadows of the safety dad gave. 

That confidence is there for me to this day but, as I turn into the doctor’s office parking lot, I’m hit with a wave of nervousness and nausea. Carefully, I breathe through my nose, easing the tightness in my throat. 

It’s a long walk to the front and seems even longer once I get inside and wait on the elevator. Once I step on it, my stomach rolls, not because I believe I have morning sickness, but because I’m scared as to what’s going to happen next. 

When the elevator dings and the doors open, I make the walk I’ve made a few times in my life. This has been my doctor for the last three years. I’m typically okay going and don’t have a lot of anxiety, but this time my hands shake as I get to the door and reach out to open it. Just as my fingers are about to touch it, it presses open from the other side. 

So sorry. A woman smiles, carrying a car seat with a baby inside it. I didn’t realize you were on the other side.

My eyes flit to the baby, her bright eyes looking all around. 

Blue. So much like Bishop’s.

You’re good, I assure her, before taking the door and holding it open for them.

Thank you. She looks relieved, taking hold of the car seat with both hands.

Like a stalker, I watch as she walks away, back toward the elevators, realizing this could be me. Sooner than I ever imagined it would be.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and then step through the door. Slowly, I walk up to the front counter. 

Do you have an appointment? The receptionist asks. 

I do. Harley Walker and I’m here to confirm a pregnancy.

CHAPTER TWO

Bishop

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Watching Harley’s car drive away is difficult. It’s as if my whole heart is there and, truthfully, it is. Since the moment I came to live with the Walkers, life has been better. Everything that I always hoped it would be. Almost as if they scooped me up from a darkness I’d never thought it was possible to escape from and showed me what sunlight really was.

You alright? Caelin asks as he comes up behind me.

He and I, we’ve become closer since he married Justice. Because the girls hang out so much, we do too. I would venture to say he’s the closest friend I have. I’m fine. Just some shit going on.

Anything you need to talk about?

Not right now, but can I keep that option open?

You know my door is always open.

Appreciate it. I clap my hand on his shoulder. Let’s get back to work.

What I need more than anything is to get my hands busy as well as my mind. If I sit here and think about what might be happening with Harley, I’m going to go fucking insane. 

Walking back into the garage bay, I grab a rag and start changing the oil on a truck that came in this morning.

For some reason it reminds me of the first day I had working here. Drew and Tyler had taken it upon themselves to show me how to change oil.

Although it’s up above you, still be aware of where it is, Tyler says as he points up to the truck on the lift.

Yeah, Drew echoes. When you unplug that drain, watch where it’s going. It’ll get you in the head if you aren’t careful.

I’m nervous as I reach up and do as they’ve instructed.

Put the tub under it, Drew advises. There ya go.

They’d always been encouraging and as I’d gotten more confident in all the other parts of the job, I’d learned more. These days I’m allowed to do almost whatever I want, which is why I head over to my corner.

Instead of helping with one of the bigger projects, I stay over here on my own, choosing to be anti-social. It allows me to zone out and concentrate on the job at hand.

Glancing out at the parking lot, I see a truck pull up and come to a stop. It’s not unusual for this to happen, but this particular truck is. I would recognize the Erickson money anywhere. It’s ostentatious and anyone who really knows this place knows people with vehicles like that don’t come here. We work on bikes and older models, not this less-than-two-year-old lifted Chevy sitting here watching