Page 61 of Lore
He told me I can have some much-deserved alone time.
The problem is, I can’t remember the last time I had any kid-free time, and now I don’t know what to do with myself. Even though I can’t leave the clubhouse, Lore handed me his credit card and told me to do some online shopping. Instead, I’m sitting by the pool tanning and reading a smutty book on my Kindle. Lore sends through some photos of him and the kids, and they look like they are having a wonderful time. Is this what it feels like to have an involved parent?
Trent worked a lot, and I managed all things home and children, especially since Rider wasn’t his. I did everything for him while Trent took no responsibility. Which is why I expected Lore to be the same way with Dove, but he doesn’t treat her differently at all. No one would realize that she wasn’t biologically his.
I’m so lucky to have that.
Dove will never know what it’s like to grow up with an angry man in her home.
Lore would kill anyone who raised their voice at her, or even looked at her the wrong way.
Bones, one of my two bodyguards for the day, sits on one of the lounge chairs and pulls his shirt off. “Fuck yeah, now we’re talking. I’ll watch over you any time, Atiana. I can’t remember the last time I had such a chill afternoon.”
“Me either,” I admit.
Skull is relaxing with a book—that’s how I know that it’s him. He’s been reading quietly since I came out here, avoiding staring at me in my white bikini. I head into the kitchen and make a few strawberry daiquiris, giving one to each of the twins who look at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“You’re not going to lose any street cred. No one else is here.” I smirk, dipping my feet into the pool while I sit on the edge. I take a sip and grin as I watch both of them do the same.
“Okay, yeah. It’s fucking refreshing,” Bones reluctantly admits while Skull nods in agreement.
He pulls out his phone and stares down at it. “Ah fuck,” he curses, sharing a look with his twin.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking up as Skull comes and shows me his phone.
“Lu’s bakery security feed is set up in not just our security room here, but all of our phones too,” he explains, turning the volume up.
“The twins aren’t answering my calls,” a woman sneers at Lu, who is standing at her pastel pink counter with her arm on her hips. “Can you tell them to contact me?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not your messenger. You’ll have to get in touch with them yourself,” Lu replies, using a stern voice.
“Just tell them?—”
“This is my place of business. Have you ever thought that if they’re ignoring you, they might not want to see you again?” Lu cuts her off, losing her patience.
“Ouch,” I mutter.
“She’s not wrong.” Bones smirks, and I nudge him with my elbow.
“You can’t speak to me like that!” the woman screams, making me flinch.
“Call Haze,” Bones tells Skull, who quickly makes the call.
“Actually, I can, so leave before I call security. Or are you that pathetic you’re hoping the twins will come and tell you off themselves?”
When the woman goes quiet, I’m guessing Lu is right on the money.
“Don’t you have any pride?” Lu asks, delivering the final blow.
This time, we all flinch. “Remind me not to get on her bad side,” I whisper.
“Haze, send someone to the bakery. There’s a woman in there harassing Lu,” Skull says, starting to pace around the pool. “It’s someone we’ve fucked, and she’s not taking the hint.” He pauses and then nods to himself. “Yeah, thanks. We’d go, but we’re watching Atiana. Okay. Bye.”
“Fuck you!” the woman yells, slamming her hands down on the counter. “You don’t know me. You’re just a biker slut. You can’t judge me!”
Oh boy.
“Wait a minute,” I say, looking up at Bones, frowning at his screen. “She slept with both of you?” My gaze darts between them. The two of them do almost everything together. “Separately or at the same time?”
