Everlasting (Aces High MC - Charleston Book 6) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Author’s Note:

  About the Book

  Christine Michelle Books

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Everlasting

  Aces High MC - Charleston

  #6

  Christine Michelle

  Copyright © 2020 Christine M. Butler / Christine Michelle

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  Editing: Bella Hickman and Christy Sears

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  Author’s Note:

  EVERLASTING WAS A READER REQUESTED NOVEL!

  A Twist of Fate was supposed to be the final book in this particular series, but fans continued to ask me for more of Ever and Deck’s story. I had also left one final piece of Lucy and Double-D’s story unfinished and wasn’t happy with myself about that. So, this is for everyone who asked for more. It’s also for me because I hate unfinished business.

  CONTEST WINNERS:

  In my Facebook reader group, Read a Book Fall in Love with Christine Michelle, we do book discussions once or twice a month. In May of 2020 we had one for the first five books in the Aces High MC – Charleston Series. During that event I held a contest asking people what kind of tattoo they thought Gretchen (from A Twist of Fate) would get and why. I ended up choosing two of the entries as a combined winner. The winner was to see themselves as a character in the book (their name) as well as the tattoo they described.

  Somewhere in this story you will see Gretchen getting that same tattoo and since there were two winners whose entries were combined, they became one character together. Sarah Guccia and Charmaine Pienaar became the character Sarah Pienaar. Congratulations ladies! Thank you for the inspiration and for being amazing people!

  Despite the perspective shifts throughout the book there is something I left out, and I did it on purpose. This particular Aces High MC Series has never been about what the guys were doing while on club business. It’s always revolved around the family, the people who in a very real way, are the glue that holds everything together. So, I continued on with that for this book and left out all the stuff in the background that the club was doing. It’s hinted at and not much more, because what is happening on a family level is the focus.

  About the Book

  Ever

  Trust.

  It was something I didn’t do anymore.

  There was one person I trusted beyond measure, and this time, he wasn’t there to help me.

  I was going to have to put my faith, my life, in the hands of the people who had failed me so miserably for most of my life. I didn’t have a choice because his life was the one on the line now.

  I needed him back at any cost.

  Even if that meant I’d have to rely on them.

  Deck

  We had a few good years before it all went sideways.

  When I realized why I was taken, I knew that even if I got out of there, I might still lose her forever.

  There was no way she would forgive me for this, even if everything wasn’t as it seemed.

  Double-D

  I had already failed her as a father.

  Coming out of retirement was the only option though. I couldn’t go back and make her childhood right, but I could make sure she got her happily ever after, or I’d die trying.

  Christine Michelle Books

  Aces High MC – Charleston Series

  The Other Princess

  A Love So Hard

  The Princess and the Prospect

  The Killing Ride

  A Twist of Fate

  Everlasting

  A Year and a Day

  S.H.E. Series

  Angel-Girl

  JoJo

  Aces High MC – Dakotas Series

  Dancing with Danger

  Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

  Aces High MC – Cedar Falls Series

  Redemption Weather

  Proven

  Smoke and the Flame

  Aces High MC – Tallahassee Series

  Crushed

  T.I.E. Series

  The Infinite Something

  The Infinite Beat

  Dark Leopards MC

  Dark Leopards MC Anthology (Michigan)

  Chapter 1

  Letters

  Lucy

  My Dearest Lucy,

  This is the final one, love. I feel it in my bones. When I go out there this time, I don’t think I’ll make it back to you. I need you to be all right with the sacrifice though because I owe it to Ever. I owe this to our baby girl, the one I failed for too many years. I owe it to you too, sweetheart. You should never have had to watch me fail at being a man, a father, a husband even. You did though. You not only witnessed my ultimate failures; you were there to pick up the pieces and to keep me together for all the years after, when the weight of my guilt threatened to pull me under.

  I never want to be one to rush you, but I’ll be waiting somewhere beyond all of this, for you to join me once more. You take your time though, babe. Spend every minute you can soaking up those moments you cherish with our grandbabies. Hug my girls a little tighter for me since I won’t be there to do it any longer. Give them all the rest of what you have left before you come to me. I will be waiting.

  I will never be done loving you, my beautiful Lucy! Never.

  CJ

  The paper was tracked and stained by tears before I was done reading it. I knew I wasn’t meant to read it yet. We hadn’t heard anything. When Merc told me about the boxes that were hidden in the garage, I couldn’t help myself though. I had to go take a look. He had written to me. Oh, my God, but the man had written boxes worth of letters to me that I had never read. Not a single one. I had been curious about what they all said right up until I read the first line of the last letter he placed in this box. He didn’t plan on coming home. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I tried, and failed, to catch my breath.

  “You can do right by her without dying, CJ,” I called out into the echoing darkness of the garage I was sitting in. My husband thought he had to be a martyr to finally earn his daughter’s approval. He didn’t understand that if he was, he would never know how she felt about him because he wouldn’t be here any longer to gain that closure from her. It was a closure he didn’t really deserve. He had screwed up with her for years. I often wondered if things would have been different between them i
f I hadn’t changed my ways so early on. If I hadn’t realized she was innocent in everything her mother had done, in the circumstances that led my love to having a child with someone else, would he have continued to protect her from me and formed the bond that they needed so desperately to form?

  I had no way of knowing that. It did none of us any good to think about it anyway. I knew my own heart. There’s no way I could have continued to be the evil stepmother in that child’s life under any circumstances. Besides, I was sure that my initial reaction had been the reason CJ pulled away from her. Then the crap his brothers spouted about her being from that evil bitch’s loins didn’t do any favors. It was my one regret for sticking by his side where the club was concerned. It was the only time I understood why my mother had chosen the life she did. The club, for all it’s good, was capable of great evil too. I tucked the letter back inside the box, knowing this was not where I needed to start. I moved them all around and pulled out the one that appeared to be older than the rest. Each letter had been dated on the outside. I found what I was looking for easily enough. They were the letters he wrote me when I left for Florida to take care of my grandmother, and to hide from what I thought he’d done.

  “What are you doing?” The voice that I knew belonged to Merc caught me by surprise so much that I nearly dropped the box. “You shouldn’t be reading those,” he admonished.

  “Why not? According to his last letter he doesn’t expect to come home. Seems the perfect time to read them to me.”

  “Lucy, he’s coming home, I promise you that.”

  “You can’t promise me that! You can’t know! If you could know things like that, then my boy would still be on this Earth.”

  “Luce,” he whispered quietly as he came to me and pulled me into his arms. He held me tightly to his body as I sobbed my grief, both old and anticipated.

  “We’ve already lost so much,” I whispered.

  “That’s how I know we’re not losing any more.” Merc took my cheeks into his hands and tilted my face so that I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. “I’m going. I’ll bring back your man and my boy. We aren’t losing anyone else.”

  “You can’t,” I whispered, unable to find more of a voice through the glut of emotions trapping the words inside me.

  “I can. I am. I will do what I’m promising you. I’m bringing my boy back to Ever. I’m bringing your man back to you. You’re right, you’ve lost too much.” He glanced over his shoulder then toward the door that led to the house. “J-Bird is here, and he brought his woman with him. She brought her new family to take our backs.”

  I realized who was standing in the doorway to my house then. Jamie Murdock, the President of the Sierra High Evermore Motorcycle Club. I grinned. “You know it’s bad when they let the women come in to save the day,” I managed to get out. I tried for a teasing tone, but failed miserably, ending in a hiccup of emotion that startled both Merc and I.

  “Come on, let’s get you inside,” Merc told me as he started to tug gently on my arm, while his other wrapped around my body to hold me together as we moved. I kept the box clutched tightly to my chest and refused to put it down. Luckily, Merc gave up trying to dissuade me from reading the letters.

  Chapter 2

  Missing

  Ever

  My baby girls stood there watching me as I leaned over the sink trying my best to unclog the drain. “Momma, when is Daddy coming home?” Amber asked me in her sweet little voice.

  “I’m not sure baby, he’s off doing something for the club.” I hated telling them I didn’t know because it was club business. Truthfully, I didn’t know because Deck hadn’t been sure how long it would take. Normally, he wouldn’t have gone on a run like this for the club at all. It was a special deal though, and the club decided unanimously, on a national level, that the Presidents of each chapter would handle the last run they had for some mob-like organization known as The Trinity Group. No, I wasn’t supposed to know anything about that. I did though, because Deck and I didn’t have any secrets. It was our one rule. We would not allow the club to destroy us the way it had ruined or disrupted our loved ones lives over the years.

  I grunted as I tried again to loosen the damn piece holding the pipe in place. “Jesus,” I grunted loudly. “This thing is really on there.”

  “Maybe you should wait for Daddy,” Ashton called out.

  “Yeah, well, I told you girls not to use this sink until he got home and since you didn’t listen, I have to find a way to fix it so that it will drain.” I turned in time to see Ashton’s face turning red, a clear indication that she was the guilty party. She didn’t say a word, but her sister’s laughter further drove the point home about who was guilty of using the sink after I told them not to.

  “You know what?” I asked the girls as I stood and brushed my hands off. “I’m going to get your Aunt Anna over here to sit with you while I go to the clubhouse and see what’s taking your daddy so long. If I can’t find him, maybe I can get Uncle Joker or Uncle Tank to come by and fix this for me.”

  “Yay! Is Aunt Anna going to bring Tabby and Devon?”

  “Probably,” I hummed as I took my cell phone out and dialed my sister.

  My sister had no problem coming to sit with the girls. It didn’t take long either, which meant she was probably already on her way out somewhere when I called.

  “Are you sure that I’m not interrupting anything?” I asked as she maneuvered her children into my house, only for them to be immediately accosted by their cousins.

  “I’m positive. I was actually on my way here. Joker mentioned that Deck wasn’t back yet and I figured you would want to go get answers about why and when to expect him.”

  I laughed. “You know me so well,” I admitted.

  “Yeah, that happens after sharing a whole pregnancy and all the ups and down with your sister. I swear, sometimes it feels like Devon is your girls’ long-lost triplet instead of Tabby’s brother.” It was a silly complaint she made periodically, and always with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. Tabby got on well enough with the younger kids, but she didn’t necessarily want a little brother. That little girl would have traded her brother out in a heartbeat in order to take my twin girls home. Unfortunately for her, the girls adored Devon, and were closer to him than they were Tabby. I was sure that would change as they all started to grow up some more.

  “Okay, well, I need to go get answers. The girls have already been asking where he is.”

  “That sucks, sis. Go, find out what you can. I promise you, if I hear anything, I will let you know right away. You know that Joker is pretty closed-lipped about club business with me though.”

  I could tell by her pouty look that it was still a point of contention between my sister and brother-in-law that he didn’t tell her much about club business. Deck and I had a more open understanding about it, but it was because of everything that happened to me when I was younger that he conceded on that point. I would talk to Anna about all that later though. My pressing concern was finding out why my husband hadn’t come back yet and why the hell he wasn’t answering his cell phone.

  It took twenty minutes for me to drive to the clubhouse. Normally, traffic wasn’t too bad in February around Charleston. The temperatures had climbed into the mid-70s for most of the week, which had people out of the house in droves, ready to soak up some sunshine. Not that I could blame them. If it hadn’t been for Deck being gone and me feeling a bit more run-down than usual with this pregnancy, I would’ve had the girls out and about too.

  Lucky for me, Trunk’s bike was in the parking lot when I pulled onto the clubhouse property. Trunk had been promoted to Vice President a few years back after both my dad and Merc retired, and Sandman moved to take over the President spot in the Jacksonville, Florida chapter. I had been pretty happy with the choice since I’d always liked Trunk. The man had always had a soft spot for me and had never done me wrong as some of the other club members had. I didn’t take my time while dwelling
on that past. Instead, I got my butt out of the car and headed toward the clubhouse. The moment I walked through the door, I was greeted by loud ass music and a bunch of the younger guys standing around shooting the shit with one another. There were a few women among them. I tried not to judge, but we’ll just say they looked like they were there for a good time and not necessarily because they were invested in any particular club brother.

  “Hey Princess, whatcha doin’ here?”

  I turned my head to see Trunk walking toward me, and while his greeting had been kind enough, his facial features went unchecked long enough for me to see what almost amounted to panic in his eyes.

  “I’m here to find out what’s keeping Deck so long. The girls are wondering where their daddy is and I have an appointment tomorrow.” I patted my stomach even though I was barely showing.

  “Not sure when he’ll be back,” Trunk admitted as he reached for my upper arm in an attempt to move me further away from everyone. I did not like that at all.

  “Why the hell is that?”

  “Ever, you know what I’m going to tell you, it’s club business.”

  “Nope. We’re not doing this, Trunk. Fuck that old line. My husband is the club’s President and we don’t play that game with one another either. Now where the hell is he and why isn’t he back yet?”

  Trunk took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. “It’s club business.”

  “Fuck you!” I hissed at him as I snatched my arm out of his grasp. “Club business, my ass!”

  “Don’t make me have you escorted out of here,” Trunk threatened in a low voice so that only I could hear him. “This isn’t the time to start up woman drama.”