HIS PROPERTY: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Iron Bandits MC)

by Zoey Parker

  “You want to hear something crazy? I think he’s very lonely.”

  “I think you like him.”

  “I think you need to mind your own business.”

  Mac laughed. “Okay, fine. So you’re going back to make sure you get the money?”

  “What other choice do I have?”

  “And it’s not because you like him the least little bit?

  “Watch yourself,” I warned, and I wasn’t kidding anymore. “Look at that woman in the next room and tell me I need another reason other than the money. She needs care we can’t give her. She needs a hospice. I need that damned money, and I need it fast.”

  “So tell him that. If he’s lonely or whatever, and if you two hit it off—don’t get mad at me, I’m just saying if you did—you can hang out or something. Whatever. Maybe he thinks he needs to use the money to keep you around. Tell him you’ll be around either way.”

  “I don’t want to be around.”

  “Are you absolutely sure about that?” She stretched out on her side, leaning on one elbow. “How was it?”

  “How was what?” My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

  “You know what, or else you wouldn’t be blushing as hard as you are right now. Come on, tell me. I don’t need the gory details or anything. Just tell me if it was any good.”

  “It was nice.”

  “Nice? I can see why you don’t like him, then.”

  “Okay, it was more than nice. It was amazing. And I know, I know, I have nothing to compare it to. Let’s just say it was everything I ever imagined and more.”

  “How many times did you do it?”

  “Three? I think? I lost count.”

  “Go ahead, rub it in. And how many times did you like it?”

  “I liked it every time.”

  “I’ll be more clear. How many times did you come?”

  “Mac!”

  “Come on, Aunt Fanny. Lighten up. How many? Or didn’t you at all?”

  I bit my lip and kept my eyes on the canopy. “I lost count.”

  “Are you serious, or are you only saying that?”

  “I’m dead serious. It was amazing, like I said. I wasn’t kidding.”

  Mac squealed and laughed, smacking my arm with glee. “Lucky bitch! Oh, I hate you. A sex god. Ugh, some people get all the luck.”

  Just then, we heard a moaning noise from the next room, and all laughter stopped. “Yeah. All the luck,” I murmured as I got up from the bed to see what my mother needed.

  “Hi, Mom.” I sat down beside her. “What do you need?”

  “Oh, you’re here.”

  “Yes. You remember that I was gone?”

  “Why wouldn’t I remember?” she asked, squinting at me. She still had that way of looking at me that turned my bowels to water. She could still be intimidating on her death bed.

  “Never mind. What can I do for you?”

  “I’m hot and uncomfortable,” she said, pushing the blankets away. I didn’t love the idea of leaving her uncovered when it was cold outside, but I pulled the blankets back to give her some air. She breathed in short, shallow gasps.

  “You having trouble breathing, Mom?”

  “A little. How are you doing? Are you sleeping enough?”

  I had to smile. Even then she cared more about me than she did about herself. “Yeah, Mom. I’m sleeping plenty. Don’t worry about me.”

  “I do worry about you. Who’s going to take care of you when I’m gone?”

  A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it. “Mom, don’t talk like that.”

  “Come on, sweetie. You know it and I know it. It won’t be long now.” She shrugged slightly, just enough for me to see.

  “I’m a big girl, Mom. You taught me how to take care of myself, so I’m all set. All I have to think about right now is you.”

  “But when I’m gone, you’ll have to think about you. I don’t want you to forget about you. You’re always thinking about other people more than yourself. You have to live your own life.” She was struggling to breathe, and her words were only whispers, but she was determined to get her point across.

  “I know, Mom. I know. You just relax now. You’ve done everything you can.”

  I hadn’t done everything I could, though. I needed to get the money, and fast. There had to be some way I could get through to Eric, appeal to his better nature. He was a decent person. I was sure of it. I just had to remind him of that—his needs weren’t as important as my dying mother. It was as simple as that.

  “Where’s your father?”

  My head snapped up, my eyes wide. “Daddy?”

  “Do you have another father?” she wheezed. “Where is he? I’ve been waiting for him all day.”

  My heart hurt. It literally ached in my chest. I felt so full of emotion, I didn’t know what do to. Was it better to tell her the truth—to remind her that her husband had been gone for years? Or was that cruelty? Was it better to let her believe what she believed? Was it hurting anybody?

  “I don’t know, Mom,” I said, finally deciding to go with kindness. It was all I could do at that point to make her last days as kind and easy as I could. I wasn’t sure I would be able to stand seeing her reaction when I told her he was gone, anyway.

  “When he gets home from work, tell him to come up and see me. I want to go out tonight.” She drifted off to sleep, a little smile on her face. I felt as though the weight of my grief and ineffectualness was crushing me. Hot, heavy rocks sat on my chest, getting heavier and heavier. I couldn’t breathe with them on my chest, but I couldn’t get rid of them.

  I needed to get her help. I wasn’t emotionally equipped to deal with this on my own. I needed professional help. I needed my money. I had to get it from Eric. I was so desperate, I could have screamed.

  How could I get it, though? I wished there was a way to get him to the house so he could see for himself what I was dealing with and how much misery he was causing by not playing fair, but he wouldn’t go for it. I could take a video and show it to him, but he’d probably laugh it off—besides, I didn’t want to put Mom on display for him. She wasn’t a sideshow. I had to leave her with a little dignity, if nothing else.

  I could seduce him. Women did that sometimes, or I thought they did, at least. I saw it on TV all the time. They worked their charm on a man and he went weak in the knees and gave them what they wanted.

  Only one problem with that idea: I didn’t know how to be seductive. But I knew somebody who did.

  “Would you take offense if I told you I think this is the most harebrained scheme ever?” Mac shook her head, blonde curls flying. “I mean it. This isn’t some romantic comedy movie or sitcom. This is real life. And he’s a really tough person.”

  “Yeah, he’s a tough guy, but I get the feeling he likes me. I get the feeling he likes me a hell of a lot, actually. I know I can use that to my advantage.” I paced the kitchen, a pot of tea on the table. My tea was getting cold, I knew, but I had more important things on my mind. “Help me with this. Please. I need you.”

  “Well, step one: look at him with those big eyes and say it just like that. He’ll melt like butter.” Mac smirked.

  I stopped pacing. “You mean it?”

  “Heck yeah, I mean it. Listen, men like to feel like they’re needed. They get off on feeling protective and masculine. The ‘damsel in distress’ thing isn’t total bullshit. There’s something about the way men are wired that makes them naturally drawn to women who need help, and situations in which they can help them.”

  “So I should really play it up, then. Be vulnerable.”

  “Exactly. When you think about it, that’s a sort of seduction, too. You’re holding him in your thrall. You’re telling him you need him, that he’s the only man who can possibly help you. You’re lost without him.” She put the back of her hand to her forehead. “He’s your knight in shining armor.”

  “Or my knight on a Harley.” I laughed. “Actually, I don’t know what he rides.”<
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  “Seems like he rides you well enough.” I swatted at her, and we both laughed.

  “Can you stay another night?”

  “You know I can,” she said with a smile.

  “The insurance nurse is coming out tomorrow morning. Thank God we at least get that,” I said. I sat down to drink the rest of my tea and decompress a little, but inside I was still steaming.

  Now that I’d seen my mom again and had the reminder of how dire the situation was, I felt nothing toward Eric but contempt. He would play with my mother’s life just to screw with my head. How sick did a person have to be in order to do something like that? I didn’t care what his pathetic reasons were for keeping me. He was going down, and I was going to be the one to take him down. I would do anything, say anything. It would be worth it to get what I needed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Eric

  We walked into Slash’s room and I froze when I saw how he looked. Bandages around his head, leg in a cast, two black eyes, a cut on his cheekbone that took stitches to close. And that was just what I could see with the blanket pulled up to his chest. Monitors beeped everywhere, filling the room with sound. There was a sensor on one of his fingers, an IV in his arm, a blood pressure cuff and a lot of other things I didn’t recognize. He even had a bag of piss hanging off the bed since he couldn’t get up to take care of it himself. Like some sort of old man.

  I couldn’t see straight, I was so furious. Spike led me further into the room to stand by Slash’s bed. He had to since I couldn’t move on my own. Rage froze me in place.

  “Hey,” Slash whispered, trying to open his eyes.

  Spike cleared his throat. “Don’t bother tryin’, man. You look like a raccoon with those eyes.”

  “I wasn’t trying to see you. I wanted to see if my nurse is half as cute as she sounds.” We all laughed, except for Slash. He tried, but I saw his face screw up in pain when he did. Spike patted his arm.

  “Go easy, man. It’s all right. We’re here with you.”

  “How are you feeling?” Joe asked. He was one of my most trusted guys behind Slash and Spike. He was with Slash the night before, and his bruised knuckles showed how hard he fought.

  “I’ve been better. Not in the mood for a party, if that’s what you mean.” He winced again, and I watched him press the button for the nurse. “I know it’s been more than four hours since I got my pain meds. Fuck, it was still dark outside.”

  “Take it easy, brother. Breathe as calmly as you can.” I put a hand on his good leg to remind him I was with him. “You get yourself all pissed off, you’ll feel worse.”

  He took a shaky breath. “I can’t believe they caught us like they did.”

  “You didn’t know. It’s not like you walked into it looking for a fight.”

  “No, but I should have been able to defend myself. I feel like a fucking loser.”

  “They jumped you, man. They were going for you especially. You didn’t have a chance.” I heard anger in Joe’s voice, and I knew how he felt. It was hard enough just picturing what might have happened. I couldn’t imagine actually remembering it. “I only wish I could have jumped in to help you sooner.”

  “You did everything you could, brother,” Slash murmured. “I remember seeing you beating the shit out of the one dude who tried to stomp on me. You got him good.”

  “Yeah.” Joe shook out his right hand, where the knuckles were scabbed and swollen. “I got him.”

  “Eric. I wanna talk to Eric alone for a minute, if that’s okay.”

  I looked up at the guys and shrugged. I didn’t know what he had to say any more than they did. They left, with Spike throwing me a warning look before he followed them. I wondered what it meant.

  I sat down next to him and squeezed his hand. “Hey, brother. I’m gonna get back at those sons of bitches for you. Wait and see.”

  “I know you will,” he said. “But I don’t want you to get yourself killed over it.”

  “Killed? You know me. I’m too stupid to die.” I tried to make a joke, but it sounded flat even as I said it.

  “Come on, man. This is you and me. You don’t have to pretend in front of me. I know how fucked up this all is. And I don’t want you doing anything stupid.”

  “I wouldn’t be stupid. I don’t like people making it sound like I’m stupid.”

  “I don’t mean you’re stupid, okay?” He winced, trying to get comfortable. I felt bad for getting him worked up.

  “I’m sorry. Just relax,” I muttered. “It’s not worth working yourself up over.”

  He let out a long, pained sigh. “I only meant I know you, and I know how much you already wanted revenge on Gareth. It was all I could think about the whole time I was here. You, trying to get revenge. How much I wanted to tell you not to try.”

  “Why wouldn’t I try?”

  “’Cuz if you go into this and don’t think about it first, you’ll walk right into whatever he has waiting for you.”

  I felt a cold chill. “You think he would do that?”

  “I wouldn’t put it past him. I mean, he had us followed by his guys. You think that was a coincidence? Nah. They knew we were gonna be there, and they went right for us. They didn’t even look surprised to see us, and I know sure as shit we were surprised to see them. We didn’t do anything to them. It was a set-up. They jumped us.”

  “Fuck.” It was all I could say to sum up how I felt. I didn’t know what to do.

  “If you go for him, you have to be smart. You have to give it thought, the way he does.”

  “Any ideas?”

  He sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Some of last night’s a little fuzzy for me…”

  “They said you have a concussion.”

  “Right, wouldn’t be surprised. That’s why my head’s fucking killing me.” He pressed the call bell for the nurse. “Fucking nurses. I could be dying in here and they would be out there drinking their fucking coffee and giggling over some stupid shit. Anyway, I talked to a couple of people at the club. One of them was talking to the other one about an auction coming up.”

  I almost felt my attention pick up. “Okay.”

  “What happened when you went to the auction on Friday?”

  “Nothing. That’s the pain in the ass. I didn’t see anything that led to him—he wasn’t even there. His old lady was.”

  “Hmm. So he doesn’t wanna be too close to it. Makes sense. Well, from what I heard, it’s not just virgin auctions he’s into.”

  I felt a little sick. “What else?”

  “Underage.”

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fist pump or throw up. “You gotta be kidding.”

  “Nope. He wants girls younger than eighteen. The younger the better, from what the guys at the club were saying.”

  “Holy shit. And they talk about it like it’s normal?”

  “I know. We’re talking some sick fuckers, man.”

  I tapped my fingers on the arm of the chair, thinking. I couldn’t let emotion, or the way Gareth made me sick, get in my way. “What if I find a girl who looks young? Maybe I could get her to pretend like she’s underage and she wants to be in the auction.”

  A smile. “Good thinking.”

  “I’d have to get her wired up, but I don’t think that’ll be an issue. Hell, I can have her record it on her phone, even. It should work.”

  “All you have to do is find a girl willing to do it.”

  “Yeah, but I don’t think that’ll be a problem once I offer money.” It would work. It had to work. If I couldn’t take the fucker down by blowing his brains out, I’d clue the police in to what he was doing in his spare time to make a little cash.

  The thought of cash made me think of Michelle. I wondered what she was doing, how she felt. The longer I was away from her, the worse I felt about holding out on her. She needed the money. I shouldn’t have held it over her head.

  Slash picked up on the way I went silent. “What’s up, man? You all right?”

 
; “Yeah.” I sighed, and decided to give him the rundown on what happened at the auction.

  “Thirty grand? Are you fucking kidding me? You have that kind of money laying around?”

  “Sure I do. That’s not the issue.”

  “Was she any good? I can’t believe you paid for a virgin. Oh, shit. I can’t laugh. It hurts too much.”

  I decided to let him have his fun, seeing the condition he was in. Anybody else would have felt my fist. He’d felt enough of that to last for a while.