Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 4

I follow behind Shank, seeing as how my 6 year old son is not getting on the back of that two wheeled death trap, as we make our way down the semi busy streets to the warehouse looking building where the club holds up surrounded by a high fence. Much like the ones at the State Penitentiary. But those are very unwanted thoughts.

I walk Shane in with Lacie in tow. Her and I plan on going to the gym while Shank tries to hold down a hyperenergetic boy for a few hours. Panik comes out just as we pass through the threshold and straight to Lace he goes. She pushes him off with a smirk.

"Behave. Missy and I are going to the gym. I don't have time to wrestle with you." She glances down at my son as she spits out wrestle. He slaps her ass, the sound loud.

"Gonna work on that ass?" He asks her, palming the said area. I want so badly to tell him to knock the shit off so my son doesn't pick that shit up but this is their house not mine and I know the rules about disrespecting a member. And I already fucked up with Lynol yesterday. Lace grins at him, elbowing him in the ribs halfheartedly.

"Mom!! Look!" Shane all of a sudden starts running to the other side of the open room. I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but Shank follows him. He grabs a red guitar and starts fingering the strings.

"Shane, don't touch stuff that isn't yours." I chide him.

"Its all good. You play, kid?" Panik inquires behind me. Shane nods excitedly. 

"Lets hear it."

My son adjusts the strap around him him and positions the guitar, ready to play.  He smiles at me then starts. I shake my head at him.

"Mom, please." He begs, his big round eyes pleading. I keep shaking my head but his puppy eyes don't falter.

"Fine. Go ahead." I give in to my manipulative 6 year old.

He starts once again and with a deep breath, I begin to do the one thing that scares me the most ... Sing.

"Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. I'm begging of you please don't take my man. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Please don't take him just because you can..." Swaying slightly as I watch as Shanes head bounces in rythym of his foot as he keeps beat to his playing.

I clap like a proud mom when he's done, beaming at my talented son. "Old country. Who would have figured?" Panik grins over at Margo who flips him off. How very old lady of her.

"I play other stuff. Like I just learned medicate but mom says I can't say the words. So she sings that one too. Right, Mom?" He looks over at me. Feeling suddenly in the the spotlight, I nod. "Wanna hear?" He peers up at Shank, needing to impress him. Shank nods.

I fully believe he only agreed because I have to sing. Jack ass. When Shane starts to whistle the bird does too but not to the same tune. Panik mutters something about loving that fucking bird.

"You only play acoustic?" Panik asks crouching down to Shane once he's finished. Shane can talk about music all damn day. Shank watches me from the other side of the room where he leans against the wall. I just give him what I hope is a passive look, not giving away how hot I think he looks just leaning there. Which is lickably hot.

"No. I know "Gimme Three Steps" on electric." Shane informs the very intrigued Panik.

"This I have got to hear." Whiskey calls from the bar.

Thankfully, he's practiced this song enough that he doesn't need his moms help. Actually, this song is so practiced he can play, sing, AND dance all together.

"You're raising a heart breaker." Margo claps next to me. I laugh. I sure am.

"Did you see those moves?" Lace gushes. Shane bows dramatically after he puts the guitar back safely.