My Two-wheeled Savior (Holy Rebel MC #1)

Chapter 2

Lynol found a small house with 2 bedrooms and surprise, surprise, he owns it. I can't wrap my head around why he's helping me. I'm a stranger. He's doing this like he's known me all our lives and he's getting me through a rough patch.

There's some furniture in the house, but not much. There's a brown couch and matching rocking chair covered in clear plastic in the living room and a king sized bed in the bedroom. Why would one man need a huge bed for just him. Maybe it's not for just him, maybe he used to live here with someone. A girl. The thought makes my skin crawl a little.

"How much?" I ask him. "And make it reasonable, don't take it easy on me." I warn him. A shadow of a smile crosses his lips.

"$450. And that is reasonable around here. And it needs fixed up a little before you have your little one. Don't need her getting cut on a loose nail on her first attempt to walk." He calls my baby a girl. Taking my attention away from fighting over a price.

Actually, aside from just making sure I eat right-ish and avoid coffee and getting the overall basics it may need, I haven't really thought about the baby. About techniques, the sex, just overall good parts if motherhood.

"I don't know the sex yet. The, uh, father insisted it be a surprise." The last part escapes my lips. He looks at me and it's silent for a moment. He doesn't ask me to explain or ask questions, just watches with 

"I didn't want my baby to endure what I had to. He or she deserves a happy home." A flash of the night John found out appears at the back of my mind.

He had found the home pregnancy test hidden at the bottom of the trash in the bathroom, wadded up in toilet paper. It was pretty evident I didn't want it found. And his paranoia and training told him the same thing. And he was pissed.

"Why didn't you tell me? What were you planning to do? Kill it?" He flew in to where I sat at the kitchen table, sorting through our bills and finances. Huge chunks of money were disappearing here and there. I knew what they were for. Whatever twat he was currently screwing around with. And it was starting to take a toll on us. So how dare he come in therr and demand I spill my secrets? And at the rate we were going, we wouldn't be able to AFFORD a baby.

But could I say any of that? Yes. But would I dare? Fuck no. The pregnancy test was flung at me like I hadn't already seen it. Or even knew this was coming. I just hoped it had been later. When I had more cash saved up in my separate bank account. When I found an actual destination. Right then my only goal wss away from here fast. And I had come up with more issues and questions than solutions. For example, do I change my name and get a regular job or do I resign here and start at the precinct there? If I do that, he'll definitely find me. Its a never ending rollercoaster of question and theory. And I was nowhere near the end of figuring it out.

"Are you deaf ? I'm talking to you, Margo!" The whole time I had been staring at the test- avoiding his eyes. He grabbed my jaw and snappef my face in his direction- giving me whiplash and I winced. At that point, he was fully standing beside me at the end of the table, glaring at me with hard dark eyes.

"I was waiting till I found the perfect way to tell you. I wanted to surprise you." I lied. He studied my face, seeing if he could believe me or not.

Not.

He used his grip on my jaw to pull me up from the chair and stand before him. "Yeah right. I find out you do anything to get rid of this kid and there will be nothing to protect you from what will come." His smile was venom as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.  I caught what he was really saying. As long as I was pregnant, he wouldn't hurt me or the baby. Scaring me into keep it.