Page 22 of My Three S**y Bikers

“What if I do, son? Do you still have feelings for her? Real feelings. After all, since you’ve been here, you’ve fucked nearly every woman who’s paid slight attention to you.”

“Who would have thought a scar would have made me more attractive and not the opposite?”

“I don’t even know why you’re so upset she’s back and she had a baby with another man.”

The idea that Lucky was about to tell Drake he liked me should have made me smile. It would have, if he wasn’t Dwayne’s grandpa.

“I don’t know, Dad. The kid. Her. It’s too much for me.”

“Why? Do you think you’ll be abusive like your stepdad? Do you think you’re like him when it’s my blood that runs through your veins?”

I waited for Drake to answer, but before I knew it, Dwayne started to whine.

I didn’t understand any part of the conversation, but I didn’t want to be caught. I raced out of there as if I were being chased. Sometimes, they say ignorance is bliss, and this happened to be one of those times.

11

MELINDA

“Where are you going, little lady?” Playboy shouted as he was walking toward the house.

I ignored him, holding back tears. He ran closer toward me as I managed to strap Dwayne at the back of the car. He grabbed my arm as I slammed the door shut.

“I’m no expert. But you can’t be driving that little fellow with those tears. What happened? Scar and Lucky fighting again?”

His frowned as if he were annoyed about the idea of them both fighting. It was weird, but I’d hadn’t been here even three weeks, and I’d gone from feeling as if I belonged to feeling completely lost again.

“Baby hormones. I’m just all over the place,” I lied.

He chuckled. “I don’t know you, but I know women, and for sure you’re lying.”

Playboy waved his finger at me as he released my arm, and my shoulders slumped. I wasn’t a good liar. I never had been, which was why I avoided it like the plague, but somehow, with the way Playboy smirked at me and the craziness that had taken place earlier, he managed to make me smile.

“So are you going to let me drive you to wherever you’re going? Then I can take you to the place which serves the best hamburgers. Don’t tell Scar I said that. He would kill me.” He motioned his hand across his neck as if he was being slayed by Scar.

I realized Playboy was the funny one out of them. He seemed to have a laidback attitude and wasn’t so intense. He hardly ever wore his club jacket, unlike the rest of them who wore theirs as if it was their second skin.

“They need to keep it on to let themselves and everyone else know that they belong to the MC,” Erin had explained to me when I’d questioned her about their jackets and the need for them to keep them on.

Instead, Playboy wore a black shirt and matching jeans. One thing was sure, he was always smiling as if the grin were permanently on his face.

I nodded as I gave up and sat on the passenger side, while he sat on the driver side.

“I hope no one sees me in this piece of junk. No offense.”

“Definitely taken,” I replied, feeling his light-hearted humor rubbing off on me.

“I could go back to my place, get my jeep, and then we can go to the place with burgers to die for from there.”

I nodded, thinking I’d love to see somewhere other than this house and the compound, even if it was for a little while.

“So, you ready to tell me what happened in the house?”

Grace started to jerk as he moved. It was clear he was trying to drive at a speed she wasn’t used to.

“You need to drive slower. She’s not used to this speed.”

“What, forty? It would be quicker if we walked. You really need to get rid of this, because she’s a piece of…”

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