Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 2

"Call if you need anything." I tell mom for the millionth time.

"I know. Go away." She hands Shane his other flip flop as I leave to deal with the lawyer one last time. He keeps being a prick about my dad's will. And I have to get shit settled with him before I can talk to the bank.

"So what's the problem?" I ask the lawyer, aka weasel face Daniel Kelley from high school.

"He owes the bank money from taking a mortgage out on the house." He explains. Great so that's why. Well, shit, it might save me a ducking trip to the bank after all.

"They can have the house. What else?" I ask.

He exhales. "Nothing. Just his safety deposit box." He shoves an envelope at me. I take it and get up.

"When does the house have to be empty by? And do I just leave the keys under the mat?" I ask sarcastically. Of course dad owes someone freaking money.

"I'll have the bank call you." He answers briskly before also getting up and leaving.

I shove the huge yellow envelope in my purse as I step out into the sun heading for my car. "Missy." His voice sets me on fire, but turns my veins into ice at the same time. I don't look at him or I'll probably do something dumb. Instead, I rush to my car like the day before. He grabs my arm and turns me around to face him.

He hasn't changed a bit. Doesn't even look older. Same soft dark hair, same dark eyes. Same dark smile.

"Let go of me, Shank." I order.

"First time hearing that from you." I hear the humor and lust in his words. I shove at his rock hard chest with little effort.

"How did you know I was here?" I ask him. He grabs my chin and lifts my face to his.

His deep brown eyes much like our son's bore into my green ones. He lifts a hand and tangles it into my wild red hair. "I saw you yesterday and a friend said you'd be here today." He says vaguely. I roll my eyes. Behind him are a few other members, just watching like this is a show.

"How long are you in town? Maybe we could ..." He trails off. Rage boils in me and I use every shed of force I have and shove him away from me.

"Fuck you, Shane. And stay away from me while I'm here. Think you can manage keeping your dick in check for another fucking day or two?" I spit and grab the door handle to my car and open it. He slams it back shut with one hand.

"Look, as much as I wish this was about the two of us, it's not." He grabs my arm again to face him.

He knows about Jr! Cold panic races through me and I open my mouth only to close it again when I can't think of a thing to say.

"Your dad." Ok, that's not what I was expecting.

"What about my dad?" I ask.

"He owes us some money. But since he's dead, the debt falls on you." He informs me casually.

"Excuse me? From what? How much?" I ask. I can't believe this shit.

"Gambling. $30,000. He paid the majority of it with the house." So that's what the mortgage was for.

"I don't have that kind of money! I have a ki-" I cut myself off. Fucking shit.

"And if I don't pay it?" I dare ask.

"You don't want to know, babe." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, affection in his voice.

"Shank, I don't have that kind of money." I tell him honestly, my voice soft with emotion. Both for the memory of us and fact that I seriously don't have 30 grand.