Page 35 of Omen's Bombshell

“What’s got you thinkin’ so hard, Son?” my dad asks me, his voice breaking me out of my thoughts as he sits down next to me at the bar where I’m enjoying a cup of coffee before I head to work.

I stopped here before work this morning so I don’t have to come after putting in a full day at Calhoun’s. Even with her washing my clothes during the day, I wanted to grab a few more things and make sure I have my toiletries so I can shower at the cottage tonight. I’m slowly moving my things in even though I have a large house here on the compound that I’d love to have my girls in.

“Just thinkin’ of Oaklynn and Amanda. Brought Oaklynn to Calhoun’s the other day and she sat there with me for hours while I worked on the fire department’s bike,” I inform my dad as he whips his head to look at me with shock on his face.

“She did? Was Amanda with you?” he returns as my mom walks in and puts a plate of food in front of both of us. I push my plate toward her because Oaklynn made me breakfast sandwiches before I left her for the day.

“She did. Asked me questions about the bike and what I was doin’. Oaklynn was invested in the process of puttin’ the bike back together. And Amanda was at the house with Melissa, Homicide, and their kids. We were alone because I don’t think it’s a good idea to take the baby to the shop just yet. Maybe in a year or two when she’s a little older I’ll bring her around with Oaklynn for a couple hours or somethin’,” I say as my mom digs into the food she filled the plate for me with until I say that and she snaps her head toward me.

“You took her to the shop? That’s a big step for you, Kellan,” my mom says, stating the obvious as I drain the last of the coffee in my cup.

“I did. I have a feelin’ it won’t be the only time she’ll be there with me. Oaklynn was comfortable sittin’ there and didn’t bother me with naggin’ or tryin’ to get me to take her home because she was bored or anythin’. If anythin’ she saw me completely relaxed and at ease while I worked. Oaklynn gets that part of my life and I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not or that I’m not excited about buildin’ a bike when it’s my passion,” I inform my parents as a few more guys enter the common room in desperate need of coffee and breakfast before they head to work for the day.

“Have you made any progress on things for the funeral home?” my dad asks as he pushes his empty plate away from him and finishes drinking his coffee.

“Yeah. I bought the property and there’s already a buildin’ sittin’ on it. A crew went through and made sure it was stable so I didn’t have to tear it down completely. The foreman is gettin’ with the engineer to draw up the plans to turn it into a funeral home. When it’s complete and I’ve approved the plans they have based on what’s been drawn, they’ll start the work. Since a buildin’ already exists, the amount of time the repairs will take depends on how much has to be changed,” I answer with a smile on my face because I know Oaklynn is gonna lose her mind over having a funeral home of her own like she wants.

“Good. If you need any help, let me know and we’ll get it taken care of. Are you gonna do any of the work on the place or rely on the construction crew to do their job and follow the plans?” my dad questions me, his voice a whisper because until I bring this to the club again, it’s a personal situation and no one else needs to know what’s going on with something involving my girl.

“I’ll let the construction crew do their jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be there every step of the way and keep an eye on things to ensure the job is done right and in the time frame I’m given. Oaklynn needs somethin’ to focus on outside of Amanda and sittin’ in the cottage. It’s the only way she’ll be able to stay out of the funk she’s been in since givin’ birth.”

“Is she doing better with all of that?” my mom inquires as she looks around my dad at me.

“She is. Oaklynn’s slowly gettin’ Amanda on a good schedule with her eatin’ and sleep. The doctor told us she was cluster feedin’. She’s had a small growth spurt and that’s why she was doin’ it. Plus, she was makin’ sure she had enough to eat before her naps. Or somethin’ like that. I don’t remember how exactly the doctor explained it to us at Amanda’s appointment yesterday. Oaklynn is a lot more relaxed and it seems to have settled our baby girl at the same time,” I answer them, standing from my seat as Grudge enters the common room with a cup of coffee in hand already as he makes his way over to us.

“Headin’ in to work, Boss man?” he asks me, greeting my parents and others sitting around the common room.

“Yeah. You ready to head out?” I return, standing from my stool.

“Yeah. Homicide just sent a message that he’s already there and waitin’ for us to get started on the bike again today. We should be able to put the finishin’ touches on it so you can take it for a test ride today if everythin’ goes accordin’ to plan,” he reminds me as I nod my head in response while stepping over to my mom to give her a hug before picking up my bag from the stool next to me and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Good. I’m ready to get started on the next one. I’ve got some plans in place and want to get the ideas down on paper before too long,” I tell him as we leave the clubhouse and head for our bikes.

After putting my bag in the saddle bags, I straddle my seat and start the engine before putting my helmet on. Grudge and I give our bikes just a minute to warm up even though I’ve already ridden mine here from the cottage. When we pull out, Grudge follows me since I outrank him in the club hierarchy. As we head to the shop, I let my mind wander to Oaklynn and our daughter. I can’t seem to make my mind stay away from them for any length of time. The second we’re out of town and start riding faster to get to Calhoun’s, it doesn’t take long before I hear a vehicle rushing up behind us. There’s enough space between Grudge and myself for the truck to force its way between the two of us. My eyes are locked on my mirrors so I can pay attention to the fucker who’s obviously trying to take me out as he continues getting closer and closer to my back tire. Even when I speed up, this asshole speeds up and stays closer than I’m comfortable with.

I motion for Grudge to stay back when I catch him trying to pass the truck to get up closer to me. He shakes his head but doesn’t continue trying to move forward. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that he’s calling for help right now as I keep my focus on the truck inching closer and closer. I’m preparing myself for impact with the truck when it happens. The stupid fuck hits me at an odd angle and faster than I anticipated. I immediately lose control of my bike and end up sliding across the road as the truck continues driving forward. At the very last second, I’m able to drag my leg from under my bike and come to a stop as my bike continues to slide along the pavement.

Pain shoots through my entire body as I come to a stop just as the loud crunch of metal fills the air around me. My eyes dart to the side and I watch as the truck literally runs over my bike before taking off down the road faster than it was going when he hit me. He doesn’t stop or slow down for even a second. I can’t seem to concentrate on that though as my eyes start to flutter and darkness consumes me from the accident I was just forced into having.

“Are you okay, Omen?” Grudge’s voice barely penetrates the fog surrounding me as he rushes to my side and falls to his knees. “Got help on the way already. Anythin’ else I can do?”

“Oaklynn,” I mumble as my vision fades more with every passing second. “A-Amanda.”

I’m out. There is nothing around me as I sink into the darkness and let it remove the pain from my body while thoughts of the memories I’ve made in a short time with my girls rush through my head.

***

Waking up, the firstthing I notice is the small, soft hand holding mine as soft sobs fill the air around me. My eyes hurt as I try to open them and look to the side where Oaklynn is sitting in one of the hard as fuck hospital chairs with her head resting on the edge of the bed I’m in. While the bed is soft, it’s not anything compared to the mattress Oaklynn or I have. That’s when the sounds surrounding me penetrate my senses and I hear the beeping of a machine. I’m in a fucking hospital and it’s the last place I want to be.

“Baby Girl . . .,” I groan out as my voice fades to nothing and my throat is dry as fuck so I try to clear it.

“Kellan! You’re awake,” Oaklynn’s voice causes me to open my eyes even though they feel stuck together because she sounds as if she’s in pain.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, struggling to get out the two words with how dry my throat is. It sounds as if I’ve gargled glass shards and kind of feels that way too.

“You’re hurt, Kellan! You were run off the damn road and you don’t expect me to be hurt seeing you like this?” she asks me with surprise, filling her voice as I look at her.

“I’m okay,” I lie to her as the pain threatens to pull me under once again.

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