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Heller Raiders MC romance series. Bad boy bikers, dangerous drama, and lots of spice. These are gritty stories including violence, drug use and graphic language. Get ready for a wild ride. Some readers may find content disturbing.<\/p>\n
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Steele<\/strong><\/p>\n Bikes, booze, and brotherhood. I used to dream about nights like this. Maybe not exactly like this, but I\u2019d fucked up enough of my life to know that being patched into the Heller Raiders MC was pretty fucking good, especially considering where I\u2019d been. I\u2019d had too many close calls. Too many run-ins with the cops, too many enemies who\u2019d rather see me dead, and I was still here. There had been times I wasn\u2019t sure if karma was my friend or trying to fuck me over.<\/p>\n All I knew was that my little girl was the best thing to happen to me, even if her mother was part of my karma coming back around. I\u2019d obviously liked Natalie enough to make her my old lady. I thought I loved her enough to marry her. And now, I hated her\u2026 Nah, I strongly disliked her enough to want a divorce. I couldn\u2019t hate her. She gave me Lili. Although I did hate our current relationship. For most of our marriage, I\u2019d been the problem.<\/p>\n Which was why she was divorcing me. This time our dysfunction was on her. I wasn\u2019t putting up a fight. I wanted out as much as she wanted me gone. Life was a bitch, and it turned out I married one, too. Pretty sure I\u2019d made her that way.<\/p>\n Water under the bridge and all that. She\u2019d moved on, and I\u2019d found my place with the Hellers.<\/p>\n Friday nights at the MC had the chapel of the old church filled with music and laughter. Meats grilled on the smokers out front of our clubhouse, and inside, old ladies of the patches filled tables with a potluck-style buffet.<\/p>\n The new prospect, Seven had a couple of his kids here tonight. The guy had a harem of ex-wives, seven to be exact, which was how he got his road name, but he was still always smiling. Maybe once the divorce was final I\u2019d find a reason to smile again. For now, I\u2019d had enough trouble with Natalie. I couldn\u2019t say she didn\u2019t have reason to want out. During our marriage, I\u2019d run with the Night Crawlers MC, and I\u2019d found more than my share of trouble.<\/p>\n Those days were behind me. Nothing I did now would change my situation. Natalie had moved on. I wasn\u2019t bitter about the divorce, but I was getting tired of the games. Considering we both wanted out, one would think she\u2019d be more committed to seeing it finalized. Six months of delays because we couldn\u2019t agree on visitation and custody.<\/p>\n I walked away from everything but my kid. Nat wanted the house. I had no problem with that. She wasn\u2019t getting an argument from me. We\u2019d purchased the three-bedroom, two-bath house together with the help of her parents. Lenders wanted to know where you scored ten grand a month in extra income. Working as a plug on the corner of Washington and Sixteenth Street parting out eighths wasn\u2019t going to satisfy underwriting. Her parents never asked.<\/p>\n I\u2019d done a lot of shit for money, and not much of it had been legal. Crawlers had gotten too deep in the illegal pharmaceutical business. Not that I hadn\u2019t been living a life that was going to get me dead or detained. It might not have cost me my life or my freedom, but I\u2019d lost too much.<\/p>\n It was hard to think about the dark days, the things I\u2019d done for the Crawlers MC, and the friends I\u2019d lost. Those losses were the reason I\u2019d betrayed one club and patched into another. I miss you, Tommy.<\/em> I tapped my water glass on the table then drank. Normally, I\u2019d have a whiskey neat for my fallen brother, but I had to take Lili back to her mom\u2019s tonight.<\/p>\n Tommy had been my prospect. The kid was too young to go down so hard and so fast. When he died, I\u2019d had enough. Too late to save Tommy, too late for my marriage, but not too late to be a good dad to my kid. Not too late to remember that being a part of an MC was supposed to be about family, friends, a brotherhood.<\/p>\n Clover crossed the room. Her long auburn hair hung in a straight shimmering curtain to her ass. \u201cI didn\u2019t think you were here when I didn\u2019t see your bike.\u201d<\/p>\n My Harley was at Natalie\u2019s. Lili was too young for more than rides around the neighborhood. When she was with me, I usually had Nat\u2019s car, technically my car, but another concession in the divorce.<\/p>\n That Clover would look for me felt good, but before she could slide onto my lap, I put a hand on her hip. \u201cLili is here tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n She ran her fingers through my hair. \u201cOh. Lucky you.\u201d Her smile was wide and genuine as she whipped her head around and glanced at the girls dancing. Normally, my tutu-wearing menace would be hanging with the old ladies, but tonight, she was running around with Seven\u2019s twins.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t my scheduled weekend with Lili, but when her mom had asked me to take her for the evening, I jumped at the chance for extra time with my kid. Until the courts decided how we\u2019d split custody, Natalie wasn\u2019t generous with visitation. I tried not to give her any reasons to make shit difficult with Lili.<\/p>\n Still, no doubt tomorrow I\u2019d pay the price when Lili retold her mother about her night in the MC. Natalie had hated the Crawlers, and she painted every MC with the same tainted brush. Whatever she had going tonight was important enough to overlook Friday night and Church at the MC.<\/p>\n Lili was at an age where she parroted everything her mother said. And she loved to dance. She lived in ballet slippers, tights, and tutus, even when she was pirouetting down the pitch while playing recreational community soccer.<\/p>\n I kept my hand on Clover\u2019s hip and tugged her closer but kept my eyes on the main door to the chapel to watch for Lili. \u201cI\u2019ll be taking her back to her mom soon. Maybe later?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou can sit on my lap,\u201d Kodiak said to Clover.<\/p>\n \u201cPass.\u201d She smirked.<\/p>\n Clover and I had a casual thing going. Neither one of us felt territorial. Good thing, since she was one of Bullet\u2019s kittens, and she had a casual thing with a lot of dudes, sucking Heller cock and fucking online for Good Girl Studios.<\/p>\n While she\u2019d been hanging around the Crawlers MC, she\u2019d been a go between Bullet and the Hellers when he\u2019d patched into the rival MC to take it down from the inside.<\/p>\n Clover and I were friends, neither of us expected anything but an occasional night between the sheets. When she wasn\u2019t fucking guys on camera, she was fucking Hellers in the MC. I could be a good time, but neither she nor I were looking for more. Strictly friends who fucked, which was great for me. I had enough complications in my life. The last thing I needed was another emotional entanglement.<\/p>\n Bristol and Stormy came into the chapel with Bullet. My club princess trailed in behind them. Twigs were scattered through her braids, and she had dirt on her hands and knees. She laughed as she headed to the cookies on the buffet table.<\/p>\n \u201cThere she is.\u201d Clover slipped out of my arms to join them.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you playing or not?\u201d Sully asked, ready to deal cards.<\/p>\n I tossed a nickel into the center of the table. Kodiak and Murph tossed in their antis with mine.<\/p>\n Sully dealt us each five cards. I leaned back in my chair. I had a shit hand, but I didn\u2019t mind losing loose change because I enjoyed watching Sully\u2019s tells. His lips twitched, and he combed his fingers through his beard as he considered his hand.<\/p>\n Sully was the king of penny bets. Starting off with a quarter would have him choking on air. Kodiak tossed a quarter into the pot and took three cards. Murph met the bet and took four cards. Like me, he was prepared to lose to watch Sully play his hand.<\/p>\n \u201cRich fucks,\u201d Sully grumbled and slapped a coin into the center. Then he dealt himself three cards. A good guess would be that both he and Kodiak held a pair. Pretty sure Murph and I were fucked, but I had a poker face.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll stand.\u201d And then I tossed in another quarter.<\/p>\n Kodiak smiled. We\u2019d been friends for all of my adult life. We met when we were seventeen. We patched into the Crawlers together. He was the best man at my wedding, and he was the first person I turned to when Natalie asked for the divorce.<\/p>\n And he was the first person I\u2019d asked to give me cover when I\u2019d plotted with Bullet to betray my club. I\u2019d turned against the Crawlers, and he\u2019d had my back. And we both protected Vega.<\/p>\n Wrench, the former prez of the Crawlers had a target on Vega\u2019s back. Vega wouldn\u2019t have a problem putting down an enemy, but he wasn\u2019t one to pick a fight. Wrench had ordered him to take out a Heller. There had been a battle at the container yard, a Heller had been killed, and a war had escalated. I\u2019d taken a stand. I\u2019d chosen a side along with Kodiak and Vega. We turned on our club.<\/p>\n Now, here we were in the Heller\u2019s clubhouse. Vega played a game of pool with McKelle. Cruz and Ryatt\u2019s old lady\u2014she belonged to both of them\u2014was good enough to go pro, but she preferred to hustle Vega and anyone else who wanted to watch her bend over the pool table for twenty bucks a game. Her ass was the only reason to take the bet because she didn\u2019t lose.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re waiting on you, old man,\u201d Murph said after he folded.<\/p>\n Sully grumbled, fingered his stack of coins, and then tossed his cards into the center of the table. \u201cI\u2019m out.\u201d<\/p>\n Kodiak laughed as he turned over a pair of threes, beating Sully\u2019s eights because he\u2019d folded. I turned over my hand of complete garbage cards. Kodiak grabbed his coins, and I grabbed the deck. Next deal was to me.<\/p>\n \u201cLilibug,\u201d I called over my shoulder.<\/p>\n Lili rushed over with Seven\u2019s twin boys at her heels. All three were double-fisting chocolate chip cookies. Her upper lip was stained red from the punch she\u2019d been guzzling.<\/p>\n \u201cTime to go.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I brought you a cookie.\u201d She handed me one of her cookies and batted her lashes at me.<\/p>\n \u201cBribery isn\u2019t going to work. It\u2019s still time to go.\u201d<\/p>\n She furrowed her brows and snatched her cookie back. \u201cHow many minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFive.\u201d Not that she knew how to tell time. She understood hours. When I told her I\u2019d pick her up at a certain time, she could recognize the numbers. But perception of time was still a mystery to her. Five minutes would easily be fifteen as she worked her way around the MC saying her goodbyes.<\/p>\n \u201cHold my cookies.\u201d She set them on the table. \u201cRomeoooo,\u201d she sang as she headed toward the president\u2019s table. I smiled as the club\u2019s treasurer scooped her up and twirled her around.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve got time for one more hand.\u201d I shuffled the cards.<\/p>\n As we played our hand, I could hear Lili\u2019s squeals. I loved my kid. I might have been a shit husband because of the demands of the Crawlers, but fuck if I\u2019d let my daughter suffer for my past mistakes.<\/p>\n Twenty minutes later, I\u2019d won enough money to buy a bag of chips out of the vending machine at work. Lili sat in her booster seat in the back of the Subaru.<\/p>\n \u201cHow was school today?\u201d I asked, casting a quick glance at her in the rearview mirror.<\/p>\n \u201cMiss Jaymi said we have two ears and only one mouth because we\u2019re supposed to listen more than talk, but Liam doesn\u2019t use either ear because he talks all<\/em> the time.\u201d She strung out all<\/em> to at least five syllables. \u201cHe\u2019s going to get in trouble.\u201d She vigorously nodded her head. \u201cBut I won\u2019t. Miss Jaymi told my mom that I read like a third grader. Ornery got me gummy worms for being smart.\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled. Lili had trouble pronouncing Henri. He was French, loved soccer, and was currently fucking my soon-to-be ex-wife in my former bed in my former house. Not that I cared who Nat was fucking as long as the guy was good to Lili, and he didn\u2019t ask her to call him dad.<\/p>\n \u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n I glanced into the rearview mirror again and met her stare. \u201cWhatcha need?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan I\u2026can I\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it, Lilibug?\u201d<\/p>\n She inhaled deeply. \u201cCan you please come to Donuts with Dad? Please. We\u2019re a pair, like socks. I don\u2019t want to go with Ornery.\u201d<\/p>\n My gaze narrowed. \u201cOf course, I\u2019ll go. What\u2019s Donuts with Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled wide, showing her front gap from her missing tooth. \u201cYou know, Donuts with Dad at my school. First, we go to the lunchroom, and we have donuts and milk. Then you get to come to my classroom and see the butterfly I made.\u201d She leaned forward in her seat. \u201cAnd you can talk to Miss Jaymi. She\u2019s nice. And she likes bugs, too. At parent night she saved a spider from getting squished. She put him out the window.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA kindred spirit.\u201d<\/p>\n Her head tilted. \u201cWhat\u2019s a kindred spirit?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSomeone who loves the same things you love, like bugs. When was parent night?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you want to meet Taco?\u201d She breezed right past my question. \u201cWe named him in class.\u201d Her eyes were wide. \u201cHe\u2019s a Mexican Red Knee tarantula. Remember when I went to Mexico with Mom, Mimi, and Papi. I didn\u2019t see a tarantula, but I saw a bird with blue feathers. Taco eats crickets. I ate a cricket, too. But mine was covered in chocolate. Mom had to sign a note that said I could have one.\u201d She flopped back in her chair. \u201cIt was gross. Caydee threw up.\u201d She trailed her finger through the fog on her window.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen is Donuts with Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n She shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t remember. Mom said you have to work so I wasn\u2019t supposed to bug you because I\u2019d make you feel bad. That\u2019s why Ornery has to come.\u201d<\/p>\n Feel bad? If she was keeping me from my kid, I was going to be fucking pissed. Nah, I\u2019d already passed pissed. Pressure built in my gut and climbed into my chest. That Natalie would conspire to give an experience that should be mine to her fucking boyfriend had my blood simmering into a boil.<\/p>\n Parents night? Donuts with Dad? What else had she kept from me?<\/p>\n \u201cLili, I want you to always bug me.\u201d Because apparently, I couldn\u2019t trust Natalie to play fair. I understood she was bitter. I earned her loathing. But no fucking way was I letting her replace me when it came to Lili. Henri wasn\u2019t her dad. I was.<\/p>\n The car came to a lurching stop in the driveway. Lili unlatched her seatbelt, jumped from the car, and ran up the path to the lighted porch. I reached her just as she twisted the handle and flung the door wide.<\/p>\n I followed her inside and closed the door. The familiar scents of what used to be my home hit hard. Natalie had a thing for scented candles, and she had a jungle of house plants in front of the living room windows.<\/p>\n \u201cHi, Lili. Did you have fun with your dad?\u201d<\/p>\n The television was on in the kitchen, and Natalie stood at the sink. The front room, dining room, and kitchen were all part of the main area of the house. Pillar, short for caterpillar, because it was both a bug and had cat<\/em> in the name, pounced down the six stairs to the left that led to the three upstairs bedrooms. Lili scooped her up and nuzzled her face into the cat\u2019s soft fur.<\/p>\n Natalie dried her hands on a towel. \u201cThanks for taking her tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n I ruffled Lili\u2019s hair. \u201cI need to talk with your mom. Take Pillar with you and go get ready for bed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t leave until you tell mom about Donuts with Dad.\u201d She thundered up the stairs with the cat draped over her arms. \u201cI didn\u2019t bug him, Mom. Dad says he can go.\u201d Her voice trailed off as she went to her room.<\/p>\n Once I was sure we were alone, I crossed the room and braced my arms against the edge of the kitchen island. \u201cExplain to me why your lay is taking my little girl to a daddy daughter breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n Natalie dropped the dishtowel on the counter. \u201cBecause Henri wants to take her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t give a fuck what he wants.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t start with me, Steele.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m trying really hard not to lose my shit, Nat. I\u2019m her dad. You\u2019re not pushing me out. Your boyfriend needs to stay in his lane.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t get to decide. He\u2019s here. He helps with her homework, he reads to her, and he coaches her soccer team. He\u2019s putting in the work. He\u2019s earned it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cEarned what? He fucks you for a couple months, moves into my house, and he gets my kid? Fuck that.\u201d I slapped my chest. \u201cShe\u2019s my kid. You don\u2019t get to decide who her dad is going to be. You\u2019re hurting her when you fuck with my relationship with her.\u201d<\/p>\n She exhaled an exasperated sigh. \u201cIt\u2019s not a big deal. It\u2019s donuts.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck you, Nat. You don\u2019t get to dictate my place in her life. I don\u2019t want a war with you, but you seem determined to fuck me over. That\u2019s not happening. We both know this isn\u2019t just donuts. What about parent night?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI couldn\u2019t get a hold of you.\u201d The flippant tone of her voice was throwing fuel on the fire. \u201cIt was a parent\/teacher conference. She\u2019s in first grade. It wasn\u2019t a big deal.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t try.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy would I? I tried for five years.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis is the last time you try to cut me out. You don\u2019t want to push me.\u201d<\/p>\n Her gaze narrowed. \u201cDon\u2019t threaten me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThese aren\u2019t threats. I\u2019m done, Natalie. I want fifty-fifty custody. Equal time. Sign the papers so we can be done with this shit.\u201d Because I couldn\u2019t get my own place as long as I was covering the mortgage on the house and my room at the MC. Once the divorce was final, the house would be Natalie’s.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll sign the papers when you agree to standard visitation and child support.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am supporting her. This isn\u2019t about money,\u201d I spat. \u201cI\u2019m paying the mortgage. I bought the damn car in the driveway.\u201d<\/p>\n She raised her voice. \u201cI\u2019m sure the courts would love to know how you earn your income.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSweat and blood. Working construction for your brother.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOnly because Cory is willing to overlook your past\u2014at least the things he knows about. Because you work together doesn\u2019t mean his loyalties are divided. Maybe you should stop using my family to solve your problems. I\u2019d hate for him to find out about your work with the Crawlers.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a time her threats would\u2019ve effectively had me backing off, but I had a documented work history, one she couldn\u2019t contest in court. And she couldn\u2019t implicate me in my past without jeopardizing herself. \u201cWe both reaped the benefits, babe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not your babe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo shit.\u201d The term hadn\u2019t come off as an endearment but dripped with irritation.<\/p>\n Our raised voices called Henri like a guard dog if the dog was a French poodle. He stormed down the stairs, nostrils flared and angry, with a pinched face. For the most part, Henri was a good guy. He\u2019d always been a bit hesitant to approach me. I stood six inches taller and outweighed him by fifty pounds. I didn\u2019t know much about him except that his mother was from France and his dad was Air Force.<\/p>\n And that he was fucking my future ex-wife and trying to play house with my kid.<\/p>\n I\u2019m sure Natalie had given him my laundry list of faults, embellishing the shit I\u2019d done in my past.<\/p>\n \u201cLower your voices,\u201d Henri said. \u201cLili was listening.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFucking hell,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n \u201cSteele.\u201d He positioned himself between me and Natalie. \u201cWhat is this about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s upset because Lili is going to Donuts with Dad with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNah, he\u2019s not taking her.\u201d<\/p>\n She ignored me and kept on talking. \u201cAnd he\u2019s pissed about parent\/teacher conferences at the school. And he\u2019s pissed about the divorce. Basically, he\u2019s an asshole when he doesn\u2019t get his way.\u201d<\/p>\n I cocked my head, rolled my shoulders to calm the flare of rage ripping through me, and lowered my voice. \u201cI\u2019m not pissed about the divorce. But I\u2019m not negotiating on Lili. When it comes to her school, her teachers, her dance classes, and even her soccer games and practices, I need to know what\u2019s going on with her. And I want her with me fifty percent of the time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not going to happen,\u201d Henri said.<\/p>\n \u201cI need you to stay out of this,\u201d I said to him. \u201cYou\u2019re part of the fucking problem. Want a kid? Make one. You can\u2019t have mine.\u201d<\/p>\n He crossed his arms over his chest. \u201cI think it\u2019s time for you to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis is my house, asshole.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Natalie snapped. \u201cThis is my<\/em> house, and you need to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n I glared at Natalie. \u201cThis isn\u2019t done. Stop using Lili to get back at me. All I want is my kid.\u201d I pointed at Henri. \u201cDon\u2019t show up to Donuts with Dad. Don\u2019t interfere, or we\u2019re going to have a problem.\u201d I turned and headed for the stairs to the upper bedrooms.<\/p>\n Natalie followed. \u201cWhat do you think you can do?\u201d<\/p>\n I took the steps two at a time. \u201cFuck around and find out.\u201d<\/p>\n Lili\u2019s bedroom door was open. She burrowed under her ladybug comforter. I sat on the edge of her bed. \u201cHey, Lilibug. I\u2019m heading out.\u201d I leaned over and kissed her cheek.<\/p>\n She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. \u201cI heard you fightin\u2019 with Mom. I didn\u2019t mean to get you in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n She traced the tattoos on my neck with her little hand. \u201cBut you were fightin\u2019 about me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNah. We were fighting with each other. But we shouldn\u2019t argue.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMom sounds mad.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s not mad at you. She\u2019s mad at me. I\u2019m sorry I got angry with your mom. I\u2019ll be better. All you have to know is that we both love you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI love you, too.\u201d<\/p>\n I kissed her cheek before heading toward the door. I paused at the threshold. \u201cI\u2019ll see you at Donuts with Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled and snuggled into her pillow.<\/p>\n For Lili, I\u2019d make this right with Natalie. I found her in the kitchen. \u201cI don\u2019t want to fight with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen stop fighting me on Lili.\u201d She sagged with an exhale. \u201cI don\u2019t want to fight with you, either. I don\u2019t want to keep you from Lili, but Henri and I are making a home for her and for us. Lili needs stability, and you\u2019ve never been very good at making us your priority.\u201d<\/p>\n I wanted to argue with her, but she was right, at least, partially. While we were married\u2014Jesus Christ, we were still married, but the final divorce was just a technicality. In all the years we were married, I\u2019d never had a side piece. But by the time I\u2019d realized my priorities were fucked up, we\u2019d drifted too far apart. Those days were in my rearview.<\/p>\n My responsibilities to the Crawlers hadn\u2019t left much time for her, but I\u2019d never fuck off on my financial responsibilities to Lili, even when I hadn\u2019t been here physically. \u201cI\u2019m here now, and I\u2019m trying to do the right thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hope so. If you really want to make this easy, then compromise with me. Agree to standard visitation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNat, that isn\u2019t compromise. I\u2019ll compromise. We can stay married. I don\u2019t give a fuck. Drag out the divorce until Lili is eighteen.\u201d I shrugged. \u201cLooks like you\u2019ll be fucking my wife indefinitely,\u201d I said to Henri.<\/p>\n I crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator and snatched the month\u2019s school calendar from beneath the alphabet letter magnets. Donuts with Dad was Tuesday morning at the elementary school.<\/p>\n Henri shifted closer to Natalie. \u201cWe\u2019ll take our chances with the courts. Let the judge decide whether you\u2019ve been a good father. You might want to reconsider this battle. You might end up with limited supervised<\/em> visitation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck off, Henri.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear Reader, Heller Raiders MC romance series. Bad boy bikers, dangerous drama, and lots of spice. These are gritty stories including violence, drug use and graphic language. Get ready for a wild ride. Some readers may find content disturbing. 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