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K E Osborn
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The NOLA Defiance MC Series Book 7
K E Osborn
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We met a long time ago.
Our bond, instant.
And it didn’t matter that she was older than me.
At the time, I didn’t see her as anything but an incredible woman who stepped up and cared for me when no one else would. Now, years later, Ingrid is the ‘mother’ of the club I’ve transferred to.
The thought of us wasn’t a fantasy for me back then.
But it’s becoming one now.
The problem is—she’s my president’s stepmom.
And her deceased husband was my father’s best friend.
To say it’s complicated is an understatement. As we develop feelings for each other, life-threatening curveballs are launched in her direction—and I’m the only one who knows.
While trying to keep her safe, the club is at war, the fight coming at us from multiple directions.
The chaos is real and unwavering.
But in the face of obliteration, we can do nothing else but stand tall because…
We are Defiance!
From USA Today Bestselling Author K E Osborn comes the eagerly awaited final book in the NOLA Defiance MC Series.
This is a reverse age gap, ex’s best friend’s son book, and can be read as a standalone.
Because it’s the end of a series, why not go out with a bang!
So, this will be a double dedication.
Firstly, to Gail.
I started Ingrid’s battle in this story before you started yours, but your strength and courage shone through Ingrid in this book. You are one of the toughest people I know—and the nicest. I am so glad to have you as a friend. Thank you for all your support and help over the past few years. I am so grateful you came into our lives.
So this book is for you. xoxo
Secondly, my loyal readers.
I would like to dedicate this book and the entire series to my loyal readers.
I ADORE writing in this Defiance MC world, and I love that you love these guys and girls just as much as I do. Without your adoration and support for this world I have created, it would not have such a loyal and strong following.
So thanks to you all.
Let’s bring on the LA Defiance brothers.
A brand-new bunch of alpha bikers to swoon over!
This book is a work of fiction, although the life and struggles of a real person inspire the story.
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Any inaccuracies depicting ‘real disease’ are meant to be under creative license to fit the story and not to spread misinformation.
Please be aware that this book might have some triggering content due to medical conversations, including biopsies, breast cancer, injections, and talks of surgery. There is also the loss of a child intrauterine.
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For your convenience, below is a list of terms used in this book.
Any questions, please do not hesitate to contact the author.
1% — When a 1% patch is worn, it represents the one percent of bikers who are outlaw clubs.
Baton Rouge Bachelors – An underground criminal elite establishment.
Cut — A vest with club colors.
Chapel – The room where the Defiance club members congregate to have their ‘church’ meetings.
Church – The name of important club business meetings where only patched members can attend.
Hammer Down — Accelerate quickly.
La Fin — Means ‘The End.’ Also, the Club’s pet alligator.
Road Name — A road name is earned, given, and bestowed upon a biker. They usually have a story behind them.
The Heat — Police.
Watch Your Six — I’ve got your back, or to watch your back.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
EPILOGUE
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CHAPTER ONE
Ingrid
I never thought my life would turn out this way.
If someone told me I would marry a single father of twin boys, who also happens to be the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, I would have told them they were out of their freaking mind, especially considering I have two of my own children.
A blended family was never something I thought would be on the cards for me, particularly after my last husband, Harry, left the way he did. The damn bastard had another family on the side I knew nothing about, and to make matters worse, he left us for them.
My daughter, Novah, was devastated.
My son, Nash, wanted to prove he was worthy of Harry’s love.
Me? The second Harry walked out that front door, my love went with him.
But so did—as far as I was concerned—any hope of finding another love.
When Remy walked into my life—this tough, burly biker who was the complete opposite of Harry—I had no idea what I was in for, and I had no clue I would be swept into the club lifestyle. I had never stepped foot on the wrong side of the law, but finding the thrill of being Remy’s Old Lady, or Reaper as the club calls him, is something else.
And I never knew finding love again in my early forties could be so… intoxicating.
Even if I am still new to all this.
Reaper is the president of the NOLA Defiance MC, and while his twenty-one-year-old twins, Lynx and Blaise, are back at the clubhouse, we couldn’t leave my children in New Orleans to fend for themselves. Nash, maybe, but Novah is still a little too young. That sweet sixteen naivety can get her into trouble. Though I must admit, her stepbrothers have stepped up and taken care of her. Blaise, in particular, has made sure none of the brothers at the club go anywhere near her in an inappropriate way. I feel more than assured that Novah is safe.
But as I sit back, drinking my gin and trying to keep an eye on Novah and Nash as they walk around the foreign clubhouse in Los Angeles, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. I’m fairly new to all this, and coming to a brother chapter and sitting at their bar while waiting as the presidents talk business is, I guess, something I’m going to have to get used to.
Letting out a soft sigh, I sip at my drink again, and a soft chuckle comes from behind the bar. “It gets easier,” a soft voice chimes.
I turn my head to the woman with kind eyes, who must be in her mid-to-late thirties. “What do you mean?” I ask curiously.
She tilts her head toward Reaper and the LA President. “The sitting back and waiting. Honestly, if you learn to have a good time yourself and not worry about what the men are doing, you’ll get through this a lot smoother, honey.”
Pursing my lips, I inhale, thinking about her words. “So don’t try to figure them out and don’t wait up, is what you’re saying?”
She reaches out, placing her tender hand on mine. “They love with everything they have. Don’t get me wrong, Reaper will give you absolutely everything, even his life, if it comes down to it. But, baby girl, don’t give yourself a heart attack waiting by the door when they ride out or waiting for information when they’re in Church because you’re going to end up stressed the fuck out. You gotta take it as it comes. It’s part of being a First Lady, and if you can’t handle the heat that title brings, baby, then you gotta bail right now before this world eats you up.”
I throw back the remainder of my gin and slide the glass across the bar, spinning my back to Reaper, blocking him from my view. “What’s your name?” I ask the woman.
“Ellie, and for the record… I think you’re gonna do just fine, Ingrid.” She slides another drink my way, and I smirk, taking it from her.
“Thanks, Ellie… how long you been at the club?”
Ellie wipes down a glass, tilting her head. “How long’s a piece of string?” She chuckles, glancing up at an old photograph behind the bar of past brothers. “My father was a brother. So was my uncle. My mother, an Old Lady…” She smiles, and the memories seem to touch her eyes. “So this club is in my veins. I don’t think I have ever not been here.”
A sense of pride washes over me as I stare at the picture, such a long history that I’m now a part of. Even though Ellie is LA Defiance, and I’m NOLA, we still share that uniting bond that is unique to us all. I can’t help but be caught up in all that. “I hope I’m in Defiance for as long as you’ve been.”
Ellie chuckles. “Oh, baby girl, you will be. I see that sparkle in your eyes. You belong in this club. Defiance has a chokehold on you too. And we all like being choked every now and then, am I right?”
My eyes widen as I let out a laugh. “You’re a lotta fun, Ellie.”
She smirks, tilting her chin up. “I think your old man is done with our pres.”
I turn to see Reaper backslapping the LA president as he reaches out, wrapping his arm around Nash and Novah on his way toward me. I spin back, grab my glass, throw back the rest of the gin quickly, then tap the bar. “Thanks for the pep talk, Ellie. I’ll see ya ’round.”
“Have a safe flight back to New Orleans.” With the cloth still in her hand, she waves as I stand and meet my family on the way out of the clubhouse.
Reaper smiles in that boyish way he does. “Catchin’ up with Ellie, she tell you bullshit stories about me?” Reaper asks as he ushers us all to the rental car.
I snort out a laugh as Novah and Nash walk ahead of us. “No, but I think there’s a lot I could learn from her… I think we could be good friends.”
Reaper chuckles, opening my car door. “Fuck… just what I need. All right, we have one more stop before heading to the airport. You think the kids are gonna make it?” he asks.
I glance at Novah, who’s busy typing away on her cell like she’s deep in a texting conversation with someone, then I glance at Nash, who is probably studying the latest stock market information on his cell, and I snort out a laugh. “I think they’ll manage.”
Reaper leans in, all leather and booze, and presses his bearded lips to mine. Smiling against him, my fingers running up into his short hair, I kiss him like I mean it.
“Ewww, gross, mooom!” Novah calls out.
I chuckle against Reaper’s lips, then pull back. Watching Novah, she makes the vomit sign with her finger in her mouth as Nash rolls his eyes while jumping in the back of the car.
“C’mon, kids. One more stop, then we head home,” Reaper states.
“Thank God. I have an exam to study for,” Nash mumbles to himself.
Novah shoves his shoulder. “You’re such a nerd.” She snorts.
Reaper watches me sliding into the passenger seat with a grin. I shake my head, knowing exactly what he’s thinking because I am thinking it too.
Maybe a little ‘Mile High Club’ action might be on the cards.
Reaper winks, closing my door before heading to the driver’s side. Then he starts the car, and we’re off.
“Where are we headed, another club thing?” I ask as he takes off into the Hollywood Hills.
“Not this time. This is more personal. I want you guys to meet someone from my past while we’re here in Los Angeles.”
Raising my brow, I shrug. “I feel like there’s a lot of people in your past, Reaper.”
He grins, side-eyeing me, then turns to keep his eyes on the winding road ahead. “You tryin’ to say I get around, baby?”
Snorting out a laugh, I lean over, resting my hand on his thigh. “If the shoe fits.”
He chuckles.
“You’re lucky we’re nearly there, or I might have to pull over and teach you a lesson.”
Novah makes another round of gagging noises in the back seat.
“Sorry, Novah, we’ll try to tone it down for you.” I turn back to look at my daughter, who rolls her beautiful blue eyes.
“You never talked like this with Dad—”
“Because Dad never paid her any attention, brat. Leave Mom and Reaper alone. Let them enjoy their new romance,” Nash states
I raise a brow, glancing at Reaper, who tilts his head.
“Thank you, Nash,” Reaper replies.
Novah shoves Nash in the arm. “Suck up!” she mumbles under her breath.
“He’s the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, Novah, and his two sons, who are now our stepbrothers, are also in that club… so, yeah, I’m not getting on their bad side. I happen to like my limbs where they are,” Nash states, his face still buried in his cell.
Reaper chuckles. “We wouldn’t hurt your limbs, Nash. If you piss me off, we’ll simply kill you and be done with—”
“Reaper!” I growl.
Nash drops his cell to the floor of the car in shock, his face turning pale white.
“Oh shit! I’m kiddin’ kid. Fuck… sorry. I’m not gonna kill ya. I promise,” Reaper backtracks.
Novah giggles as Nash swallows hard, slowly picking his cell up from the car’s floor.
I reach back and grip his thigh. “He’s kidding, darling.”
“Yeah… real fucking funny.”
“I thought it was hilarious,” Novah mocks.
“All right, all right, enough, kids. We’re here. I need you guys to behave yourselves. Can you do that?” Reaper demands as we pull up to a set of lavish gates after a short drive.
Nash nods his head, but he’s still sporting a terrified look while Novah smiles wide. “I always behave.”
I snort out a laugh. “Who are we meeting?” I need to be as prepared as I can be.
“This is my best friend’s home. I’ve known Angus for years. We go waaay back to when I was in the music biz, before the club.”
Raising my brow, I turn back to look at the kids. “Don’t touch… anything!”
“I’m not five, Mom.” Novah groans as she steps out of the car, Nash following her.
I turn to Reaper and shake my head. “You had to scare the shit out of him, didn’t you?”
He shrugs. “It’ll toughen him up.”
“Nash won’t join Defiance. He’s too set in his ways. He wants to prove to Harry he can be like him, or should I say be better than him.”
“Fuck Harry. Your ex is a dick. And the sooner Nash realizes it, the better he’ll be.”
Can’t argue with that logic.
“Yeah, I know… okay, so, Angus?” I ask, making sure I have his friend’s name right.
“And his wife is Lucia. I’m not sure if the kids will be home or not, but they’re around the same age as Novah and Nash, so if they are, they can hang out, or play, or whatever the fuck it is that kids do.”
I snort out a laugh. “They’re teenagers, darling. They do not play.”
“Then they can go smoke some pot or whatever.”
