Damaged and the Outlaw (Damaged #4)

When River was born, the whole crew was laughing their asses off in the waiting room because of Raven’s profanity-laced rants. Our twins came two years later. During their deliveries, a drinking game started with the crew and club guys. Every time Raven screamed a cuss word, Tucker told the guys at the bar and they’d take a shot of whiskey. Half of the guys were wasted by the time Savannah was born. As Avery joined her sister, the other half of the bar was just as drunk off their asses.

The obstetrician nearly begged Raven to use pain meds. She refused of course. No one was telling her what to do.

For Maverick’s birth, the hospital moved Raven to a room at the end of the hall and kept the other laboring mothers as far away as possible. Another change the third time around was how Raven refused to allow the club guys free fun based on her laboring pains. To play the drinking game, they had to donate a hundred dollars into the kids’ college fun. We figured at least one of our kids would want to do the education thing.

The guys donated the money and got ready for Raven to let loose. In her laboring room, she even allowed a mic connected to overhead speakers at the bar. Despite knowing they were all listening, my woman didn’t disappoint. One particular favorite was motherfucking crustacean cunt. When Maverick’s head crowded, she also sounded a little bit like a graboid from Tremors. Hell, I think she did that on purpose because we’d watched the movie the night before. Raven was a born entertainer.

That night, we added a few thousand dollars to the kids’ college fund, the guys had a blast getting wasted to Raven’s profanity, and I welcomed my second son. Unlike his angelic brother, Maverick peed on me an hour after birth. I knew that boy was going to be a handful.

Despite the chaos, our family had a solid routine. Weekends were spent at the cabin where we enjoyed the quiet. A few times a week, Raven and Lark trained at Big Bob’s. My kids and I cawed for mommy during games. Once a week, we dropped by Cooper’s new house to add to his chaos.

At least twice a week, we lived at the bowling alley. All the kids loved the game and River was quite talented like his pop. Our youngest Nevaeh even enjoyed bowling before she was born. Every time we were at the alley, the baby would kick the hell out of Raven. My woman responded by eating nachos. While I never understood the plan behind dosing our unborn kid with cheese, who was I to question her tactics?

No matter how wild we got at home, our kids always behaved in public. Raven figured no one would expect good manners from her offspring and she wanted to prove the wrong. Even after years together, Raven was still the beautiful stubborn woman I married.

Our big yellow dream house was filled with laughter and wild times. One of my favorite activities was hosing down the kids and Raven on the trampoline. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if we made so many kids because I kept wetting her down like that.

No longer an outlaw, I had my family, club, and friends. Ellsberg was my home and I never intended to leave. Raven was more than I could have wished for in a woman and my kids kept me honest. No more lies.

Life was pretty perfect. All because a sexy chick broke her abstinence pledge to enjoy a night of fun. One hot roll in bed blossomed into love, marriage, and quite a few baby carriages. I wouldn’t have it any other way.





Epilogue – Raven


Even after all these years, I still kept Fair Bear on my dresser as a reminder of the night Vaughn first said he loved me. While I’d freaked out, he never gave up on us. My man might have a dirty job, I was in a constant state of baby-making, and chicks drooled whenever he walked into a room, but Vaughn was only mine.

We still enjoyed the fair every summer and we weren’t the only ones. Walking with our towheaded brood, I spotted Judd and Tawny with their little ones. They had decided, boy or girl, they were done with two, so Heidi would be their last child.

The dark hair beauty was the spitting image of her mother except for sharing her daddy’s blue eyes. Unlike her mellow brother, Heidi was a giggle machine and loved to pull Vaughn’s finger.

We waved at Tawny who smiled from the Ferris wheel with Judd and Gunnar. Down below, Heidi watched with Zaria. Next to me, Vaughn flipped off Judd who reciprocated. It was good to see the guys still bonding. Our twins flipped off Judd too until River said it wasn’t polite.

“We’ve raised classy kids,” Vaughn said, giving me a wink.

Rolling my eyes, I walked with Nevaeh in a baby carrier strapped to the front of me. The little hellraiser gnawed on a corndog she would never eat with her two puny teeth. She just wanted to be like her siblings who were all chowing down gross fair food. Like her daddy, Nevaeh wanted to belong.

At a game stand, we fired water into clown mouths and attempted to fill balloons in the hopes of winning an elusive prize. I helped Nevaeh fire our gun while Maverick shot from his father’s shoulders. Savannah was the only one who managed to inflate a balloon. She gave her prize to Avery who smirked as if she’d suckered her sister.