by Eden Rose
“How much money are we talking?” I question him while ripping the wrapper off the bottle. The minute the amber colored liquor hits my taste buds, I fight the urge to go Ahhh!
“Millions, man. Millions.”
I whistle. “Aren’t they brave?”
*
With my arm flung over my head to block out the light that is filtering through my windows, I see out of the corner of my eye someone coming into my room. “It better be important,” I growl at whoever is there.
“Yeah, fucker. It’s important.”
My arm jerks off my face and I can see a pissed off Joe staring at me like he’s about to kill me. “What can I do for you, prez?”
Fuck!
“Well, for starters, you can stop drinkin’ so much so you’re able to ride out when I need you.”
I scrub my hands up and down my face trying to drag some life into my eyes. Nothing worked. I’m still too tired and maybe a little buzzed from the Jim Beam last night. “I’m golden to ride. Whatcha need?”
I’m lying through my teeth but he’s nice enough to not call me out on it. I’m not golden at all. In fact, I’m the opposite of golden. I’m holding on to a fucking thread of dignity so I don’t go over to Jen’s and demand for her to tell me everything as I fuck the shit out of her ass.
He kicks the side of my bed. “Then get your ass up. We need to take a ride to The Plague’s clubhouse.”
“What’s going on with The Plague?” I question him while I sit up and search for my jeans. Once I’ve found them, I roll out of bed and step into them.
“That mother fucker, Fang, is spouting off at the mouth about gettin’ some new shit and I want to pay him a visit. It’s exactly what we were thinkin’, brother. He’s got a new supplier.”
I nod my head while pulling on a shirt and then my cut. “All right. I’m ready. Anyone else coming?”
He nods his own head before walking out of my room. Chantal’s pressed up against the wall with a look of nerves. “Don’t worry, my little kitten. I’ll be back soon,” he coos to her.
Holy fucking shit! The Bear has settled down and found himself a woman who would deal with him.
Instantly, my mind shifts towards Jen again. Maybe it’s because I need to get laid or something. It’s been too long since I was with Jen and it’s making me all twitchy. Yeah, I need to get laid.
“Let’s go!” I taunt while walking away. Seeing Pinky is only making me miss Jen and wonder if she’s thinking about me. Did she even care?
“All right, brothers. It’s time to roll out. Make sure you have your guns and all your shit. Leave your cuts here! No flyin’ colors when we’re all carrying.”
This is the part that I hate. Leaving my cut back at the clubhouse like I’m embarrassed by it or some shit. Shrugging off my cut, I fold it neatly before placing it on the pool table with the other guys. We all feel the same way about leaving our colors at home.
I tuck my Glock in my belt then arrange my sweatshirt so it covers it. I don’t want people to see my Glock while we’re riding into enemy territory.
As I turn around and leave the clubhouse, I see that The Bear is making out with Pinky and all of the other brothers that are saddled up with an ol’ lady is making out with them too. I can’t help but feel this niggling feeling in the back of my mind that I’m missing something.
I know what I’m missing and it fucking sucks. Once you get banned from the clubhouse, there’s not much you can do to get back in. I rub my hand over my heart to soothe out the burn that has taken up residence in my chest trying to soothe it. Well, trying to convince the old bastard that Jen isn’t for me.
Nothing works.
As I’m gearing up to saddle my bike, I hear a feminine voice call my name. “Slice!”
I sit my ass on my bike before turning to see that Pinky is walking over to me with a cautious look on her face. “Yeah?” It’s not that I’m mad at her. I just don’t see how The Bear can allow her in here after hiring her as a fucking hacker.
Well, fuck that. I’m pissed at her.
“When you get back, can you call Jen?”
My head spins a little on my shoulders at her request. “What the fuck would I do that for?”
She shrugs and tries to play it off like it’s no big deal. “Uh, she’s had some issues at home and I know that she would want to hear from you.”
“Pinky, look, I know she’s your friend but she’s nothing to me. Absolutely fucking nothing. Just a hole for me to put my dick in.”
I hear a gasp from behind me that’s louder than the rumbling of the motorcycle engines that are starting to purr. I turn my body a little to see behind me and see that Jen’s standing there with tears rolling down her face.
Without having the chance to do anything or say anything, Jen’s running off to the awaiting Lexus that’s idling in the drive. Since when did she drive a fucking Lexus? It’s a silver convertible that looks expensive as fuck.
The dust that’s flying out from under tires creates a big ass cloud. Something inside my chest starts to hurt a whole lot worse and I knew something without a shadow of a doubt.
Everything was fucking over between us. There’s no gluing us back together or any of that cliché shit.
JEN
“Well, I will tell you that you don’t have the flu, Jen.”
I look at Dr. Marks and I tilt my head to the side. I wrap my arms around the paper gown that I’m wearing to get a checkup. “But I’ve been puking for weeks and my stomach feels bloated, plus I can’t stand the smell of certain things. I’m always tired and my boobs hurt! How is this not the flu?”
He chuckles. The laugh lines that surround his face make him look like a nice guy with his gray hair. “All right, how about this. It’s a flu that’s going to last most people nine months. You’re going to get rid of the flu symptoms in about six months.”
“What?” Surely, I’m not understanding what he’s talking about because he makes it seem like I’m… “No! There’s no way in hell that I’m pregnant!”
“Are you having sex regularly?”
“I was.”
“Well, you do know that if you have sex, sometimes you can get pregnant. I’ll get the ultrasound technician in here to give you one to see how far along you are exactly.”
My head’s spinning so fast. That’s when my stomach begins to rebel against the water that I chugged before coming in here. I barely get to the trash can in time before I’m puking up my guts.
After I have hurled up everything that is in my stomach, I feel my hair sticking to my forehead. The doctor comes behind me and rubs my back smoothly.
“Sorry to say this, but you are definitely pregnant.”
Shit. That means the baby is Slice’s and he thinks I’m a liar. Oh god! He’s probably going to think I’m lying about this so he would have to stay with me.
Slowly, I uncurl my body from around the trash can and walk back to the examining table. Once I’m on it, I curl around myself to protect my stomach from everything around me.
It’s silly that I’ve only known I’m pregnant for about five minutes but I already feel attached to the baby. What if it’s a girl? I wonder if she will have blonde hair like her dad or be eccentric like me. Or if it’s a boy. A motorcycle enthusiast like his dad.
One thing remains, that I will have to tell Slice that he’s going to be a father eventually. It’s not going to be fun or easy but I have to do it anyways. It’s been a few weeks since I last seen him and I’m not going to lie, but I miss him. I miss his cocky attitude and his stupid pick up lines.
More than that, I miss me when I’m without him.
Holy fucking shit. I’m in love with him and he’s going to hate me even more because he’s thinking I’m going to trap his ass. There have been times that I hear the pulsating rumble of a motorcycle that creeps by my salon every other day. Is it him?
“Miss?” A male voice calls out to me.
I peek out of my cocoon to see a younger do
ctor that’s pulling a machine behind him. He’s probably about my age but I like that. I want someone that’s going to relate to me more.
“Are you ready to see your baby, sweetie?”
I smile weakly before untucking myself from the ball. I’m spread out on the table in seconds and he’s spreading that cold blue shit on my stomach. He presses the wand down firmly making me wince. Within seconds, I can hear this loud beating noise.
“That’s your baby!” He says proudly before pointing.
Sure enough, there’s a little peanut in my stomach that I’m responsible to keep safe and make sure they know they are loved. Most importantly, I have to make sure that this child will never know where her mother came from.
I smile widely at the picture while he points to the different parts of the baby. “Looks like you are about three months along and there doesn’t seem to be any signs of any problems.”
Within seconds, my smile falls off my face when I remembered all the stupid shit that I’ve been doing before knowing that I was pregnant. “Wait!” I cry out. “I’ve been drinking alcohol, coffee and taking my birth control! Isn’t that going to be bad for the baby?”
The thought of my doing something to harm my baby makes me want to kick my sorry ass all over the hospital. I take a deep calming breath to try and soothe the panic that has taken over me.
“Like I mentioned before, there doesn’t seem to be any indicators for alarm.”
I let out my breath to immediately take in another one. “Are you sure?” My eyes are stinging from the tears that are threatening to come out. My nose starts to tingle which is a clear indicator that I’m about to cry.
The doctor looks at the screen carefully before nodding. “I don’t see anything. However, I can’t be sure because the baby is so small. A lot of expectant mothers did the things that you have done without knowing they were pregnant. It’s common. Don’t do it again.”
I nod my head as if his words are helping me. Truthfully, they are a little bit but I’m more worried about telling Slice.
“Should we print a couple ultrasound pictures for you and the dad?” He asks me nicely.
Mulling over the answer, I decide that this man doesn’t need to know that my new life had totally began to crumble around me. Again. “Yes, please.”
Walking out of the hospital, I walk over to my brand-new Lexus that I bought myself last week. It put a big dent into my savings but I needed a car and I kind of wanted something nice. My new car is silver with black interior and a convertible.
I scooch into the seat and contemplate what the fuck I’m going to do next. Should I go and see Slice? Will he even want to talk to me? I’ve heard of many men say that they were never told they were going to be a dad until it was too late and how they missed all the fun stuff.
Even though he hates me and thinks I’m this awful fucking person who is going to sleep around with guys so my husband can gather information on them, he deserves to know that he’s going to be a father.
The drive to the clubhouse doesn’t take long enough for my liking. I’m there too soon with my emotions all over the place causing me to doubt what I’m doing. What if he doesn’t want anything to do with the baby? Of course, I would still love her enough for two people. But, a baby deserves to have a father that will be there for them and not be a hitman.
Lucifer’s Lair MC clubhouse gates are wide open making it easy for me to sneak past the people that are supposed to be monitoring who comes in or out. My heart is beating too fast in my chest but I’m trying hard to not have a breakdown in the middle of their courtyard. That would just be fantastic! I would be a crazy stalker and a dramatic asshole.
Right away, I see Slice and Chantal talking by a bunch of bikes. Damn, he looks good. Too good, truthfully. I look like a bum who doesn’t know how to get dressed right now. In my defense, I went to the doctor because I thought I had the flu or something. Who dresses up for a doctor visit?
“Shit,” I murmur to myself as Slice flicks his blond hair over his forehead in a cocky way. I miss his hair almost as much as I miss him. Especially when he just gets out of the shower and the scent of his shampoo is still clinging onto his hair… Shit!
I’ve heard of pregnancy increasing my horniness but I didn’t think him flicking his hair back would make me clench my thighs together.
I’m a hot mess.
I park off to the left in hopes that no one would see me walk over to Slice and beg him to listen to what I have to say. If not for me, but our baby. Taking a deep breath, I get out of my car and start walking towards him. There are a ton of bikers hanging out in the courtyard and it looks as if they are going over something important. Every few seconds they would grunt and then cuss.
Man, I missed being here.
A few of the guys hit each other, nodding their heads towards me almost as if they were asking who I am. I smile and continue walking towards Slice.
His soft and velvety voice has completely changed to a harsh growl towards my friend. “Pinky, look, I know she’s your friend but she’s nothing to me. Absolutely fucking nothing. Just a hole for me to put my dick in.”
I gasp. Are you fucking serious? I came over here to lay everything out on the line. To tell him what it was like for me as a kid but also to tell him that I got married to join two families together to stop a war. I’ve never been in love with Jimmy. I didn’t even want to get married! I didn’t want any of this but now…
Everything is over.
SLICE
I should feel some sort of sick satisfaction that I hurt Jen as much as she hurt me but I don’t. All I feel is this heavy weight that is crushing my chest. Fuck! Just seeing the back of Jen has me losing my breath.
Chantal’s fuming next to me while we watch Jen’s new car storm out of the courtyard. “I hope you’re fucking happy,” she hisses.
“No! I’m fuckin’ ecstatic. She did this to herself. Why are siding with her anyway? She lied to you.”
“Hey, what’s goin’ on?” The Bear asks and throws his arm around Chantal.
“Uh, Jen showed up and heard your loser brother say that Jen was just a hole to fuck.”
Chuckling darkly, he looks around the courtyard. “Did you talk to her? I thought I said that she wasn’t allowed here?”
A metaphorical dark cloud has risen above me and I can feel how badly I fucked up. Why would she have come here? I let myself get attached to her without her even telling me shit about her.
The sad part? I’m in too deep to leave her alone.
I put my fist out in front of the prez. “You know what, man? Today is not the fucking day to be worrying about chicks. Let’s get this done and then get back to drink!”
I’m already half way to my bike before Chantal stops me. “You better hope she doesn’t ice you out, man. All I’m going to say is she holds onto grudges.”
Shrugging her off, I straddle my bike and then turn the beast on. The purring of the engine is enough to drown out everything that Chantal is saying along with the loud thoughts that are going through my mind.
Do I want another chance? Do I want to give her a chance to explain and potentially lie to me all over again? No! I don’t want to fucking deal with this bull shit.
Within minutes, we’re speeding down the road to get to The Plague’s crack house of a clubhouse. The ride is easy and quick. Just what I need. I have so much pent up aggression in me that I’m needing to redirect it to someone who is willing to fuck with me.
The Bear throws his hand up in the air to tell us to slow down and get ready to turn at his say. My jaw ticks as my hands release the clutch enough to slow down.
We park our bikes in formation of rank after we get to their ugly and rundown clubhouse. I look around their yard to see that no one cares about their land looking decent or even habitable. I shit you not, there’s so many bottles of beer and alcohol scattered around the yard a bum could make enough money to live off for a year if they collected it.
But the one
thing that got my attention the most, was the smell of meth being made nearby. All drugs have a distinctive smell but meth smells sweet with a mix of too many cleaning products. Yeah, it contradicts itself, but it’s fucking true.
“You smell that?” I ask while sniffing the air to try to find where it’s coming from. “By the smell of it, I would say they have a large warehouse to cook this shit.”
Cringing, I look off to the left of the clubhouse to see a rundown warehouse that looks abandoned. Pointing my finger over to it, I slide off my bike and walk over to the prez. “Brother, that’s where they’re at. We need to intercept that shit before they have people thinking it’s us that are peddling some dingy shit.”
He nods his head then squints his eyes to look at the warehouse better. “You got a plan?” The Bear asks me cockily.
“Yeah, man. We need to find out how many people are in there and if they’re armed,” I reply smugly. There’s something empowering about being asked for my plan. I fucking love it.
“All right, go and knock on their door to ask them,” he retorts.
I punch his shoulder without packing too much force into it. “You’re such an asshole!”
He smirks at me before looking at their warehouse again. “Surprise is our best element. Everyone loaded?”
I recheck my gun and see that everything is the way I had it back at the clubhouse. Nothing like getting to the ambush and forgetting to check your gun.
“Yo, prez!” Rabies chimes in with a twisted look on his face. This is one sick bastard. “I got an idea. One of the newer brothers can kick open their door while the rest of us surround the outside to get the best aim.”
“That’s a good idea,” Bic agrees while unsheathing his knife.
Flip steps forward with his gun in his hand but it’s facing to the ground. “Uh, I just thought of something. There’s fuckin’ meth in there, brothers. We can’t go in blazing fire.”
“He’s right,” I agree. The last thing we need is for all of them to blow up before we get our answers. We need to know who the supplier is and where they’re getting the funds to supply it. “As far as we fuckin’ know, this club is bankrupt.”