Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) by Avelyn Paige Page A

with a boom that echoes off the neighboring houses. He reaches down for the suitcases without a word and heads toward the door, placing them inside before hearing Harley’s protests at her new confinement with Ratchet.
    She sounds like her mother. This will be like going to Disneyland when the admission is free, crowded, hot, and every single person is grumpy as shit.
    “If he seriously thinks I am going to babysit his wild child of a daughter, he’s delusional. Dani is one thing; she’s a friend. I have never met his kids and have no idea what to expect from them.”
    Dirty’s hazel eyes narrow at me before he brushes past me on the sidewalk with Ratchet following directly behind him. He heads toward the unloaded pick-up truck before turning around to answer me. “You’re a mom, Darcy. I’m sure you can handle two more kids. Besides, Dani can help you.”
    I scoff at his response. “Dani is the size of a fucking house and ready to pop at any second. The likelihood of her being any help to me is slim to fucking none. How do you expect me to feed all these mouths if I can’t fucking leave to get groceries?”
    Ratchet steps up on the running boards and puts one foot inside the cab of the truck. “I’d stow that fucking holier than thou attitude if I were you, Darcy. If something were to happen to his kids, there will be hell to pay.” After delivering his threat, Ratchet slides into the cab and slams the door behind him.
    What a fucking asshole. I knew he didn’t like me, but he seriously needs to start wearing a hat because no one likes to see a dickhead.
    Dirty shakes his head yet again and opens the driver’s side door. “Aren’t you a southern girl, Darcy? I thought you all could garden and shit. I’m sure it’s in your debutante handbook or something,” Dirty says with a cocky fucking smile and a laugh.
    “I lived in the city, shit for brains. Not the country. The closest thing to a green thumb that I have is buying lettuce from the friendly Mexican man down at the farmer’s market,” I retort while flipping him the middle finger, which only makes him laugh harder.
    “Irons is watching the house and will bring over supplies. If you need anything else, tell him, and he’ll relay the information to someone at the clubhouse. Just behave, and this will all be over soon.” Dirty jumps into the cab of the truck and shuts the door just as the engine roars to life.
    “Who in the fuck is Irons?” I yell back in return, throwing my hands up in the air in exasperation.
    He rolls the window down just as he’s about to start out of the driveway and smiles at me. “One last thing before we leave. Harley’s a bit of an escape artist so if you have any duct tape or chains, you might think about strapping her down to a something that can’t be moved like a safe or some shit so she doesn’t sneak out.” Dirty snickers as he throws the truck in drive and peels out of the driveway.
    Fuck me sideways. Just what I need. A house full of kids, a pregnant woman, and a Goddamn Houdini teenager. Fuck. My. Life.
    Turning with a huff, I stalk back into the opened door, stomping like a spoiled child mid-tantrum. Was that necessary? Fuck no, but it made me feel a little bit better about my new domestic situation. Slamming the door behind me, everyone in the room jumps from the noise.
    “ Listen up ,” I loudly exclaim. “This isn’t exactly an ideal situation, but we are going to make the best of it. This house isn’t built for this many people, so we’re going to have to bunk up. Dani, you’ll be in my room while you two,” I say, pointing to Raze’s kids, “will be sharing Colt’s room.”
    Harley stamps her foot in disapproval, glaring at me with teenage angst and anger. Just looking at her you can see her teenage bitch fit rising up into her throat, ready to spew sass and hatred.
    “I am not sleeping in the same room as my little brother. I need my own bed,” Harley demands, bringing her arms across her