Page 21 of My Three S**y Bikers

Lucky, real name Matteo, looked just like his son. An older version with the same piercing blue eyes and dark long hair. Yet, there was something missing.

The truth.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head.

“I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that. You came here homeless and penniless. I brought you here. Now, you probably think I only did it to get into your panties.”

He backed away, and I saw the guilt rushing over him. What was wrong with me? I seemed to turn sexy moments into something other than that. I didn’t know how I did it, but I had a habit of doing it.

“I didn’t even think someone could come like….”

He was rambling, and I had no right to make him feel guilty or think he’d taken advantage of me as he tried to piece the remains of my dress back on to me. I had to stop lying and tell him the truth.

“Dwayne is Scar’s son.”

I didn’t need to say more than that. He turned pale.

“Oh,” he muttered as he backed away from me.

Yes, oh.

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After fuckingLucky and him leaving my side the moment I told him the truth about Dwayne, I headed to take a quick shower. Erin happened to be getting up from her nap, and I decided to take Dwayne with me for a walk or drive. I hadn’t done any exploring since I’d been here. My free time consisted of sleeping, spending time with Dwayne inside, or working whenever there was a spare shift going, since Ashley had been less than reliable lately. Erin said she had one more chance, and then she would be out.

It was music to my ears. I should be upset about her being sacked, but the only thing going through my mind was that it would mean more money for Dwayne and me.

The last few days had been the first time since Dwayne had been born that I didn’t have to worry about buying milk. I loved the idea of being able to get him a new car seat, take him places and get him some new clothes. Our money could stretch, and I wouldn’t feel guilty about spending it and not leaving enough for rent.

For the first time in forever, I felt free. Free to live and breathe. That was until I heard Drake and Lucky talking in the kitchen, just as I got to the bottom of the stairs. I thought Drake had left and done another disappearing act. It seemed as if he’d come back.

Fuck!

I wondered if Lucky would tell him about being Dwayne’s dad? No. It wasn’t for him to tell him. I decided, seeing as Dwayne was sleeping, to take this opportunity to hear what they were talking about.

“Dad, I can’t stay here. I just came to get my things, and then I’m out.”

There was a pause, a long one, and it was as if no one was moving, because I heard no sounds.

“Mel staying here is too much for me. I can’t believe she got a new man and had a baby with him. She won’t even tell me why she’s here,” Drake continued to say.

“Did you try talking to her?” Lucky was quiet. He was probably still processing what happened between us earlier.

“I tried.”

He was lying. Drake had done his best to avoid me. He hadn’t done any talking within the last couple of weeks.

“Well, I’ve spoken to her, and she seems easy to talk to with all that’s going on, and I’m sure she’s never had any bar experience, but she seems to fit in nicely. The customers like her. Greyson, Erin and Ashley, too.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget you, too. You like her,” Drake snarled at him.

What was up with him?

He was like some fucking caveman. Picking a fight. Wanting to be all aggressive, all the time.

I wished I could see them and not just hear them. My heart was beating out of control, thinking I would get caught any moment.

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