A New Day (Knights Disciple Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton Page A

said Laura.
     
    “I am not your kid. I am your brother,” he replied.
     
    “You can’t be a Knights’ Disciples at this rate,” said Will.
     
    “I don’t want to be,” Lucas fired back. “I explained that to Laura. I went out last night to blow off some steam. Big deal.”
     
    “Who with?” demanded Will.
     
    “None of your business,” replied Lucas. “What I do think we should talk about is our house. When can we go back to it?”
     
    “The house is being swept for evidence. As far as it is concerned, the place is a target. The Members of Park Heights gang does not like you and they won’t rest until they figure their debt is settled.”
     
    "I hear ya, Will," Lucas said. "I have learned a lot about myself through all of this. You have done so much for my sister and me. In fact, I have you to thank for my decision. I have found a club that gets me. I am too young to be a member, but I get to be their apprentice until I am old enough."
     
    Will's eyes were like razors, his voice just as cutting as he demanded. "Who are they?"
     
    "I don't feel comfortable telling you. Not when you're like this," he answered.
     
    "Did they give you the smokes and the booze?" Will asked.
     
    "With all due respect, Will, you're not my dad. My dad died a long time ago and I gave up on having a dad along time ago. I might have welcomed your interference at one time, but I'm past that."
     
    Laura stared at Lucas as he spoke like a grown man, however foolishly, even though he had been drinking. "How could I have been with you as much time as I have and missed so much?"
     
    "I'm going to bed if that's okay. And we can finish this talk later." Lucas lumbered off to his room leaving Laura stunned.
     
    "I've been selfish," she muttered.
     
    "No," said Will. "You have done the very best you could and you did a damn good job."
     
    "But he's so dark now. That is not my little brother," she said trying not to break down sobbing.
     
    "For now. That can change. He is just showing his feathers. Absolutely normal. And whether he likes it, we have his back. We have your back too, missy." Will Shriner was so tall and warm beside her. Their pancake batter was ready and the skillet hot, but Laura no longer was hungry.
     
    "Where did you come from?" she asked him. "How did we get so lucky to have you in our lives when we needed you most?"
     
    "That works both ways, Laura," he said taking her face in his hands. He kissed her gingerly. "You gonna help me cook these? Your little brother is going to have the munchies when he awakes and you need to eat."
     
    Laura scoffed, "I'm fine."
     
    Will pulled a chair away from the table and directed her to sit down. She heard the sizzle in the pan of pancake batter. It was extraordinarily soothing to listen as Will worked. She mulled over the things he told her about all he had been through. Who took care of him?
     
    He set a plate stacked with steaming cakes in front of her. She could hear him pouring juice. When he set it down she clutched his wrist. "Hey," she said. "What about you?” She looked up at him.
     
    "It's your turn right now," he replied.
     
    "How about we take our turns at the same time," she said.
     
    "Deal," he winked.
     
    When he sat down, Laura picked up a knife and fork and cut his food. She picked up the syrup. "Wants some?" she asked suggestively. "Do you like it here?" She asked as she spilled it.
     
    "Yes," he answered, his voice sounding like he was coming undone.
     
    Laura spiked a forkful and fed him. "Does that taste good?" He nodded. She stood up and let her body graze his as she held a glass of juice to his lips. He drank. "Is that wet enough and sweet enough?" she asked.
     
    "It is," he replied. He turned towards her; her breasts were just at mouth level. He tugged the neckline of her night clothes and exposed her breast. He cupped it in his powerful warm hand and feasted on it. Laura strummed his hair. She broke his contact and covered her breast to