All Chapters of Talon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next few weeks passed by much more pleasantly than the last ones had. I was feeling good, and practically glowing. My belly was still tiny, but growing a little bit each day, and Talon had added ‘Weekly Bump Photographer’ to his ever-growing list of duties. Though, it was surprising that either of us had leftover energy to do anything, because my libido was in overdrive, and I was always dragging him to the bedroom. Or the couch. Or the kitchen counter. Or up to his apartment if we were at the clubhouse. He was still holding back, cautious about hurting the baby, but he never protested. One thing he did protest about, though, was me fixing up the nursery. I had insisted on painting the bedroom next to ours and getting it ready for the baby. The paint fumes lingered in the air, sharp and chemical, but I didn’t mind. It was a small price to pay for the vison

We found Benny in his usual spot at the docks, perched on a stack of crates with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a flask in his hand. His wiry frame was silhouetted against the setting sun, his face shadowed beneath his ratty old ball cap. He looked up as we approached and killed our bikes, his eyes narrowing slightly before recognition kicked in. “Talon Nash,” he drawled, “to what does this old man owe the pleasure?” I dismounted my bike and walked over to him, Dex and Norris flanking me like shadows. “Benny,” I said, nodding. “We need to talk.” He smirked, flicking his cigarette to the ground and lighting another one with practiced ease. “Don’t you always?” he replied, exhaling a plume of smoke. “What’s it this time? Another shipment gone missin’?” 

Jake called church as soon as we got back to the clubhouse. The chapel echoed with the quiet sound of boots on concrete as the brothers filed in. The tension from the meeting with Viktor still clung to me, and I could see it reflected in Jake. He stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his expression heavy. I took my usual spot to his left, my chair scraping across the floor as I pulled it out. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Jake. He didn’t waste any time. “Here’s the deal,” he said, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “The guns are gone. The Russians destroyed them, and they claim to have ended the Omens. Viktor and his men are offering us a partnership.” A low, uneasy murmur rippled through the room. I kept my gaze steady, scanning the faces of the men I’d called brothers for years. They all wore t

Laura I spent the next few days at the clubhouse, helping Trina behind the bar. I admittedly had ulterior motives, though — I wanted to be near the action. I felt like I’d been too far removed from everything, sitting at home by myself. The clubhouse was a hive of activity, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the low rumble of voices. My hands moved mechanically as I wiped down the bar, my eyes darting to the nearby table where Talon sat with Jake and a few other club members. Their heads were bent close together, their voices hushed but intense. I caught snippets of conversation — names I didn’t recognize, places that sounded ominous. Viktor’s name surfaced more than once, each time sending a shiver down my spine. Talon’s face was grim, his jaw clenched tight as Jake spoke. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his finge

After dinner, Talon was helping me load the dishwasher when his phone started buzzing on the counter. I checked the screen, handing it to him. “It’s Jake.” Talon’s expression shifted, the warmth in his eyes dimming as he took the phone from my hand. He glanced at me briefly before answering, his voice low and guarded. “Jake.” I watched him closely, my stomach knotting as I tried to read his face. He was silent for a long moment, his jaw tightening with every word Jake said on the other end of the line. Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I’ll be there.” He hung up and slid the phone in his pocket, avoiding my gaze for a beat too long. My heart sank. “What is it?” I asked, sounding meeker than I intended. He finally looked