CONVICT’S BABY: Black Dogs MC

by Parker, Zoey

  “Zack, it’s me, Nancy.”

  “Uh huh.” She sounded pissed off. Zack wasn’t in the mood to argue with another woman. He wondered why he’d even bothered to take the call. He slumped against the fridge, realizing that he was too tired to even think straight anymore. He needed to rest.

  “I hope you don’t mind me calling,” she said tentatively. He could picture her standing in her apartment, nervously twirling her hair around her fingers. Zack swallowed down the guilt which bubbled in his throat. He had too much going on to worry about hurting some girl’s feelings.

  “What is it?” he narrowed his eyes as he asked the question, wedging his phone up between his shoulder and ear before opening the fridge once again. Some of his tension eased as his hand closed around a fresh bottle of beer and retrieved it.

  “Hello to you too,” Nancy remarked sourly. Zack popped the cap off his beer and strolled back towards the sofa. He didn’t make eye contact with the half-packed game of Candy Land sitting beside it.

  “Nancy, I’m tired,” Zack stated, loathing how he felt compelled to explain himself. “I’ve been up all night, so can we please just get to the point?”

  “Fine,” on the other end of the line she gave a stiff sigh of agreement. “The other day some guys were here. They didn’t cause any trouble but…” there was a long pause. “I think they might have similar…interests to you.”

  Zack’s eyes widened as he slowly lowered his beer from his lips.

  “How many guys?”

  “Two.”

  That was one more than Max. Zack put down his beer altogether and glanced nervously in the direction of the bathroom. Brittany could return any minute and hear him talking and he didn’t want that.

  “How much does she know?” he demanded tersely.

  “Not enough,” Nancy scoffed. “Look, Zack. I know how this stuff tends to go down, and I don’t want any trouble. I’ve got a business to run. If you sent them my way then - ”

  “I didn’t send them,” Zack swiftly interjected. He could feel his skin prickling and starting to get hot.

  “But they asked for Brittany by name.”

  Zack stood up which only added to the dizzy sensation he was feeling. “They asked for Brittany?” he uttered in disbelief.

  “They said they’d heard of her. That they’d heard she was a good tattoo artist.”

  “Shit,” Zack paced back and forth beside the sofa. He hadn’t sent anyone over to Nancy’s tattoo parlor which, meant that Max must have done it. Which meant that there were more Skeleton Kings members in Colridge. Were they gathering there like dark clouds before a storm? Had they asked for Brittany by name to send some sort of twisted message to Zack? Was she in danger?

  “If they come back, don’t serve them,” Zack ordered sternly.

  “I can’t do that,” he could hear the indignation in Nancy’s pitched voice. “Brittany is working on a sleeve for the one of them. He’s due to come back for a few appointments.”

  “Cancel all of them.”

  “Zack, I can’t, this is my business and - ”

  “If they know who she is, that she’s my sister, they will hurt her,” Zack was hissing the words into his cell phone, his pulse racing. “And by hurt I don’t mean slap around. I mean maim, and maybe worse. Those guys being there puts her in danger.”

  Nancy was silent.

  “Please, make sure they don’t come back.”

  “Did you bring trouble to my town?” Nancy asked sharply. It sounded like she was struggling not to cry.

  “No,” Zack reassured her as softly as he could. “Trouble was already there long before I arrived.”

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Brittany splashed her face with cold water to try and hide the mottled stain on her cheeks from where she’d been crying. She felt foolish to have expected Zack to be nice to her. He probably still resented her for leaving town in the first place and being mean was his way of punishing her.

  Straightening her T-shirt, Brittany made the decision to have a nap in her old bedroom and then head straight back to Colridge. She was done with her brother and his petty grudges. But when she returned to the main living area of the house she was surprised to find Zack bent over the game of Candy Land, carefully rearranging all the pieces which Brittany had hastily packed away.

  “Zack?” Brittany titled her head at him, wondering what he was doing.

  “Hey,” he looked up at her giving her his easygoing grin, the one he used to wear as a kid. It looked strange to see it on his adult face, but also comforting.

  “I’m sorry about earlier,” he explained, his eyes dropping back to the game. “I’m just tired and have got a lot going on at work, but I can’t go taking that shit out on you.”

  “So you want to play now?” Brittany wondered, intrigued as she sat down beside him. She felt a thrill of excitement run down her spine. She’d missed this version of her brother – the kind, fun Zack.

  “If you can handle me beating your ass,” Zack joked.

  “You know the rule,” Brittany reminded him with a warm smile, “best out of three.”

  “You’re on.”

  Chapter Fifty

  Max turned up his collar as he walked down the street. He didn’t really know where he was going, just that he wanted out of that damn motel room. It was quiet at such an early hour. A few cars meandered down the road, but most shops were still closed. The sky overhead was a light shade of gray, promising a day of cloud cover but no rain. Max quickened his pace. He liked Colridge. It was a small town, but it was clean and well maintained. He approached a shop door and noticed a large clothed bundle wedged up against the wall on the top step.

  He swallowed against the lump which had gathered in his throat. He knew from experience that within that bundle a homeless person was sleeping. Even the nicest of towns had homeless, it was an inevitable fact of life. Max could still remember the constant pinch from the cold and the never-ending gnawing in his stomach that came from being perpetually hungry. There was a time when that would have been him curled up in a ball, trying to fend off the elements as best he could.

  Max fished a five-dollar bill out of his pocket and reached towards the bundle, carefully placing it on the step beside them. The bundle didn’t move. Sadly, Max stepped back and carried on. Whoever was nestled up inside had probably learned to stay perfectly still when strangers approached. When he was living on the street, Max would be harassed on a daily basis. It didn’t help that he was young and handsome. People with dark fantasies would mistake his living rough for being their property. Men in designer suits would offer him crisp dollar bills in exchange for sexual favors. But no matter how empty his stomach felt that was something he would never do. He’d seen others disappear down dark alleys with such men and never return.

  Walking faster, Max did his best to put some distance between himself and his demons. He rubbed his hands together as if trying to stave off the cold, though the morning was relatively mild. Twice he’d almost lost his fingers to frost bite. So many times he’d teetered between the edge of life and death that he no longer feared it. Sometimes he wondered if his uncle was taking advantage of that when he introduced him to the Kings.

  Chapter Fifty-One

  As Nancy began opening her tattoo parlor, the conversation with Zack was still resonating in the forefront of her mind. She’d deliberated all night about whether or not she should have called him. The guys who came in might not even run with a motorcycle gang, they might just be assholes. But on the wrist of the one she was sure she’d spied the dark silhouette of a scythe. And he’d been careful to try and conceal it from her, which only roused her suspicions more. If it meant nothing, there’d be no harm in it being in plain sight.

  Her stomach turned when she imagined the blonde guy returning for his sleeve to be worked on. As much as she wanted to heed Zack’s warnings, she couldn’t very well turn him away. What if she was wrong? What if they weren’t gang members? She couldn’t afford to
turn down work, especially when they tipped as well as those guys did.

  Nancy reasoned that she could finish the sleeve herself, but would that look suspicious? She was chewing on these thoughts when the door tinkled and the first guy Brittany had tattooed strolled in. Nancy caught her breath. He was so handsome in his leather jacket and heavy boots. His hair had been tousled by the wind so that it had playfully landed over his eyes.

  “Morning,” he greeted her, his voice as deep and sensuous as the richest velvet.

  “We’re um…not open yet,” Nancy was batting her eyelashes at him.

  “Oh,” he gave her a shy smile. “Sorry. I was just walking by and wanted to drop in and say hi to Brittany. I guess I was operating on auto-pilot or something.” He nervously shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

  The corners of Nancy’s mouth lifted in an intrigued smile.

  “You were looking for Brittany?”

  “Yeah,” the guy started to blush. Nancy nodded knowingly to herself. So, this was the reason for Brittany’s happiness. And who could blame her? The guy was impossibly handsome and sexy with just the right amount of bad boy edge.

  “She’s not in today,” Nancy explained. “She’s visiting her brother,” she felt compelled to say more, to keep the handsome guy within her sight for as long as she could.

  “Oh, yeah, of course,” he gave a nervous little laugh. “No problem. Thanks again.”

  The door chimed as he left. Nancy watched his perfect ass in his jeans depart from the store. Her pulse was racing by the time he’d left.

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Zack ached both from lack of sleep and from the worries that gnawed at his every conscious thought. Brittany was blissfully unaware of his inner anguish as she stood by the front door, waiting for her cab to arrive.

  “I’ve had so much fun,” she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Zack had to admit that for a while he’d had fun too. But as soon as he’d seen Max’ picture all his enjoyment had been overshadowed by worry.

  “It was good seeing you,” Zack reached for his sister and gave her a tight hug. It felt good to hold her close, but also strange. Brittany was so much taller than the girl he’d had to look out for all those years ago. She was a woman now. But Zack still felt the need to protect her, especially from someone as dangerous as a Skeleton Kings member.

  A part of him wanted to just yell at her, to scream until he lost his voice about how she needed to stay away from Max. But he knew that if he did that he’d just be effectively pushing her into her lover’s arms. No, he needed to be subtle about his dislike for Max and hope that it would be enough to make his sister see sense.

  “Feels like only yesterday I was living here,” Brittany sighed as they parted from their embrace.

  “It pretty much was,” Zack agreed. “You’ve barely been away. You don’t want to go rushing into anything.” He chose his words carefully and registered Brittany’s response. He saw her bristle beneath the turquoise blouse she was wearing. A hand drifted up to her neck and began to massage the back of it.

  “I’m not rushing into anything,” she insisted plaintively.

  “You seem pretty in love to me,” Zack folded his arms across his chest. “I just hope he’s on the same page.”

  “Of course he is!”

  “So you guys have talked about the future?” Zack queried. He didn’t like what he was doing. Every word he spoke felt like bile in his mouth. But if Brittany started asking Max about their future and where their relationship was going it would be the ultimate deterrent, especially to a Kings member. Those guys were notoriously nomadic with relationships, adopting a “wherever they leave their hat” policy.

  “Sure, we’ve talked about the future,” Brittany nodded but her bleak expression revealed the truth.

  “Good,” Zack rested a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “Because he’d be a fool not to want to marry you.”

  “I didn’t say we’ve discussed marriage ,” Brittany frowned, shrugging him off.

  “Why not?” Zack persisted. “That’s where the relationship is headed, isn’t it?”

  “Won’t I seem like a bit of a bunny boiler to be asking about marriage already?”

  “Not if you’re serious about him.”

  Pouting thoughtfully, Brittany turned back to look through the window. The street outside remained empty; her cab yet to arrive.

  “I am serious about him,” she eventually concluded.

  “Then you probably should be discussing marriage.”

  “Zack,” Brittany sighed his name as she spun around to look at him. “Are you saying this because you genuinely care about my future or because you’re hoping I’ll look like some sort of crazy person and scare Max off?”

  Zack was stunned into silence. Brittany was more perceptive than he’d given her credit for.

  “I didn’t expect you to be overly keen on me being in a relationship,” she frowned at him. “But I’d hoped for at least your support.”

  Lowering his head Zack could feel the tips of his ears burning with shame. She was right, of course she was right and under any other circumstance he would have been supportive. But Max wasn’t just a regular guy, he rode with the Skeleton Kings and that made him unpredictable and dangerous.

  “I genuinely care about your future,” Zack promised. And he truly did. The only reason he wanted her to break things off with Max was because he cared about her future. He didn’t want her getting embroiled in any pack problems. And there were definitely problems brewing. The very fact that Max, and some of his cronies, had taken up residence in Colridge was extremely troubling. The Kings were planning a strike, the question was when would it happen?

  “Oh, cab’s here,” Brittany saw the yellow car as it slid up to the curb and stopped. She shouldered her bag and gave her brother a sad smile.

  “Will you at least meet him?” she asked, cocking her head to the side the way she used to do when she was a little girl, whenever she was trying to get her way.

  Zack knew it would be a terrible idea for him to meet Max. What if Max recognized him? Or worse, what if Max was only even dating Brittany to get to him? Zack shuddered at the thought, but he wouldn’t put such behavior past the Skeleton Kings. Jameson’s scars were a painful reminder of just how far they’d go to protect their turf and the kind of depths they were willing to sink to.

  The cab driver was now honking his horn, the sound cutting through the peaceful stillness of the street. But Brittany didn’t move, she stood staring at her brother, her eyes wide and expectant.

  “Brittany…” Zack fumbled for an excuse.

  “You’re meeting him,” Brittany concluded for him, swinging open the front door with unnecessary force. “You can’t possibly dislike someone you’ve never met,” she continued as she stepped out into the late afternoon sunshine.

  “Meet him first. And if you still don’t like him, then fine.”

  “I never said I didn’t like him,” Zack protested as she strode down the driveway towards the waiting cab. He tightened his fists as he noticed the cab driver cast an appreciative sweep of a glance up his sister’s bare legs.

  “You didn’t have to,” Brittany shot back over her shoulder before bundling herself into the cab. Zack groaned and cracked his knuckles as she watched her drive away. He sensed that removing Max from her life was going to prove tougher than he’d originally hoped.

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Brittany threw herself against her bed, savoring its familiar scent. It felt really good to be back in her apartment. As nice as it was to go back home, this space truly felt like hers; a space she didn’t have to share with anyone. She bunched the sheets in her hands and wriggled against the bed, wishing it could somehow swallow her whole and trap her inside.

  The whole trip back to Colridge she’d been thinking about Zack and how he didn’t seem to like Max. But he was never going to like anyone she dated. In that regard, he was behaving like the over-protective parent.
But Brittany didn’t want him to act like that anymore. She wanted him to be her brother, her friend.

  With a sigh, Brittany sat up and looked around the room. Everything was just as she’d left it, as if frozen and awaiting her return. Chewing her lip, she fumbled for her cell phone in her tracksuit pocket. She swiftly scrolled down to find Max’ number. Her body ached with desire as she looked at the now, familiar pattern of digits. She’d missed him terribly. Being on her bed only made her miss him more wishing he was there with her, his limbs tangling up with hers.

  Not wasting another moment to deliberation, she called Max. After three rings he answered.

  “Hey, babe,” his voice was so warm and delicious it sent shivers down her spine. She heard the click of a door closing and wondered where he was.