Page 2 of Striker's Foul
Ilook up at the man who broke me. The man who left me alone and pregnant at sixteen. I take a step back and glance over my shoulder to see who else is here. I need to get him out of here before everything blows up.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, taking another step back. He follows again, keeping close.
He’s so handsome, sexier than I ever could have imagined. When he was nineteen, he was tall and slender. Now he’s taller and built like a brick shithouse, as my gramps would say. His hair is pulled back into a man bun.
The two men with him wear the same cut he does. I spot the patches on Luke’s vest that mark him as VP and Striker, Shiver of Chaos MC. When I first heard the name Shiver, I didn’t understand it. Julian explained that a shiver is a group of great white sharks. It seems fitting now. Luke is a shark. I can see it in his eyes.
His blue gaze holds a lot more than it did when we were teenagers. He’s seen the world. It reminds me of my best friend, Julian.
“Tell me how you know Julian Black?” Luke barks at me, and I retreat a step. He intimidates me now. I shouldn’t be scared. He left me with a note that basically said good riddance.
“That’s none of your business. Now, what can I do for you?” I find some of my sass and push down the naive teenager still hurting over Luke. The woman I am now has accomplished so much, including running one successful business and on the verge of launching a second. I won’t take shit from him.
“Heard you left town, got married, and moved on.” His words are bitter and full of pain.
“Heard you couldn’t cut it professionally,” I shoot back.
He steps in closer, his chest so broad I can’t see past him to the other men.
“We’re here about the fight last night.” One of his friends steps up, elbows Luke, and holds out a hand. “This is Striker, that’s Grim, and I’m Cowboy. What’s your name, lovely?” he asks me.
As I take his hand, Luke strikes. He hits Cowboy, sending him to the floor.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Luke growls and grabs my arm. He drags me against him, and just like that, my world goes from messed up to completely fucked in two point seven seconds.
A shotgun racks a round into the chamber.
“Get your hands off my mom,” Jude says, voice cracking as he tries to sound deep and dangerous.
“Your mom?” Luke drops my arm like it burned him.
“Jude, clear the gun and go upstairs. Now,” I order him, not wanting him to come any closer. Grim, the huge man, has a gun aimed at my son.
“I called Uncle Julian. He’s on his way,” Jude says, his voice cracking again.
“Jude, go. Now,” I bark, raising my voice.
“But, Mom?—”
I turn to him, looking him in the eye to let him know I’m okay.
“I’ll be fine, son. Please, go.”
As soon as he steps through the door, I turn back to the three men.
“Get out of my bar. Now.”
Luke glances between me and the door, a puzzled expression on his face. My son is extremely tall for his age. He takes after his father. I’m glad he kept to the shadows on the far side so Luke didn’t get a good look at him.
“You have a son?”
“I do. Now leave.”
“Is Julian Black his father?”
“No. Please leave.”
“We need to cover the costs for any damage our men caused last night,” Cowboy says.
