Chapter One

 

Three months later,

Damien

I was currently sitting at the diner that the club owned called The Hole In The Wall. I am Vice President of The Vicious Snakes MC. I had been a part of this club since I was eighteen, and now I am thirty-three years old. For fifteen years, the club and brothers were all I had. They were my family. I would kill for any one of my brothers, and I know that they would do the same for me.

I was bullshitting with Prez and Stitch when my phone starts to ring. I knew that it wasn’t my Prez since he was sitting in front of me eating a burger. Still, I answered since you never know who could be calling or why.

“Talk,” I grunt.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Wellington. Is this Damien Evans?” the voice on the other line asks. I knew that I had a look of total confusion on my face when Prez and Stitch put their food down and stared at me with intense curiosity.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s this about?” I growl. I don’t have time for this shit.

“Well I’m from New Hope Fertility Clinic. It seems that there has been a mix up, and, well, your sample was used.” I could already feel the anger in my veins.

There had been shit going on with the club a couple years back, and I ended up getting in an accident. They had taken samples from me to make sure that I was still functioning properly, and that my sperm was still viable. Fuck, I had forgotten all about that. I know that I had thought about making a call once I was completely healed to tell them to destroy the sample, but I must have fucking forgotten.

I had always believed that if I ever fucking had kids, I would be a part of their life, and that I wouldn’t have them with someone that I didn’t fucking know. My dad was a piece of shit growing up, and there was no way that I wouldn’t be a part of my own child’s life.

“What the fuck do you mean a mix up? That shit was supposed to be destroyed,” I growl louder.

“Well, it seems that one of the new staff used it by mistake,” she says in an apologetic voice.

“You mean to tell me that you gave some woman my sample?”

She clears her throat. “Yes, I’m very sorry. Because you weren’t a sperm donor, I had to notify you of the mix up. The woman will be notified shortly as well.”

“Who the fuck is she?” I run a hand down my face in frustration.

“I’m afraid that I’m not allowed to give you that information. It’s against our confidentiality agreement that we had made with her.”

I am about to raise hell when I hear another voice on the other end of the phone.

“Mrs. Daniels is threatening a law suit if we don’t tell her the name of the man’s sperm we gave her.”

“We can’t do that. It’s against policy.”

“She said that she doesn’t care about policy. That we gave her sperm that wasn’t supposed to be used, and if we don’t want a law suit on our hands, we will give her his name. She also said that if he wants her name then give it to him since we aren’t doing our jobs.”

“Just give me a minute.”

I hear a loud sigh, and shuffling on the other side of the line.

“Hello, Mr. Evans?” the lady asks.

“Yeah, I heard ya. Give her my name, and I want hers,” I grumble.

“Her name is Ella Daniels. I will let you go, so I can speak with her directly. We are very sorry again.”

I hang up the phone without another word.

I run a hand over my head in frustration. I look up remembering that Prez and Stitch are still sitting there.

“What the fuck was that?” Prez asks.

“The fucking clinic. They never fucking destroyed my sperm samples from my accident a couple years ago, and now it seems that they fucking gave it to someone else,” I growl in frustration. “Fuck!”

When Stitch laughs, I send him a glare. “So, you are telling us that you’re having a kid and you’ve never even fucked the woman?”

I look at Prez and see that he is at least trying to hide his smile. Then he holler’s over his shoulder, “Yo, Tech!”

Tech comes up to the table ready for instructions. Being good with computers and hacking, he can find anything on anyone. He’s just who I wanted to see.

“Ya, boss?”

“Dame has a problem.” Prez looks at me. “I’m assuming you are going to want to find this woman?”

I nod “Yeah, her name is Ella Daniels. Find out whatever you can on her. All I know is that she went to New Hope Fertility Clinic,” I grumble.

“Sure thing, VP.” Tech wastes no time wrapping up his food and leaving.

“What if you don’t like your baby momma?” Stitch asks. I swear Prez’s lips twitch.

I blow out a breath. “Doesn’t matter. She’s having my kid. There’s nothing stopping me from being in my kid’s life.”

“What if she’s married? Single women aren’t the only ones that use fertility clinics,” Prez says stating the obvious.

I blow out a frustrated breath. “Then the fucker is going to have to learn that I’m not going anywhere.”

I get up out of the booth and throw money on the table. Fuck, I can’t believe this shit is happening.