Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 5

The long drive to the city was exhausting and the sight of Derek's bike in my driveway only made me that much more tired. I can't believe my brother called him and told him we were close.

Red carries a sleeping Shane in the house. I follow behind them, holding Mr. Jingles in my arms. Even the rabbit who hates my guts is tired. Derek is on my couch, chillin like nothing's wrong. Like my brother didn't call and tell him that I'm moving back to raise my kid with his biker dad. Oh, and that I refuse his offer to be his old lady.

I put the rabbit in his corner cage. Yes, this rabbit has fucking cages everywhere. Hes as spoiled as my son.

I grab the 2 empty beer cans off the coffee table and toss then out before collapsing on the couch next to Derek. My brother waves as he leaves out. Asshole.

"Are you gonna continue to sit in silence?" I growl after 10 minutes of just sitting here. He burps loudly then grunts. You would think hes a fat middle aged man with a beard. But he's fucking 28 with abs that melt your panties with just a sight of them and he's close to a beard but not those straggling ones.

He puts out his cigarette in his latest beer can. "The fuck am I supposed to say, Mis? What the fuck have we been doing here? Basically living together, sleeping together, been taking care of you and the kid? And to you its just a casual hookup?" He spits the term I used for us earlier back at me. I rub my temples, sighing. Red and his big fucking mouth.

"I have told you many times I don't want to be your old lady. And the hell do you mean "taking care" of us? I pay my own bills and I pay for everything he needs. You don't take care of us!" I snap back. He snaps his head in my direction.

"Oh, because I don't support you financially, I don't support you at all? Who teaches Shane what it is to be a man? Does things with him that you find gross or what the fuck ever? Taught him to ride a bike? Tie his shoes when he wouldn't listen to you?
Do you fuck yourself? Emotionally support yourself? Talk to yourself when you've have a bad day at work or with Shane?" He starts yelling.

I bow my head. "He needs his father." I mutter.

"For all intents and purposes, I am his father, Missy!" Getting to his feet, he jerks me up with him and shoves me against the wall.

"His real father, Derek! He deserves that. They both do!" I try to shove him away but he doesn't move.

"Deserves? Where has he been the last 6 years?" He spits. "He didn't know about Shane! If he had, he would have been here!" I answer. I hope that's true. I'm pretty sure that's true.

"And whys that? He must have done something wrong for you to keep his kid away from him!" Ouch. That hurts.

My door suddenly opens and in walks Shank him fucking self. What the fuck is He doing here?  Isn't He supposed to be in Florida right now? Did He follow us? He stalks over to Derek immediately towering over him. I think he towers over everyone.

"Get the fuck away from her." His words are slow and dangerous. Derek gets in his face, not intimidated by his height in the slightest. Male pride. Biker thing.

"Who the fuck are you?" Derek stupidly asks.

"I'm the father." The grin on Shank's face is lethal. Derek scoffs and thats the wrong thing to do. I have seen the damage Shank can cause to those who cross him while working in the infirmary.

I grab Shank's arm before he can swing, wrapping myself around it. "Shane, please!" I plead with him. He settles his glare in me and it fades just a little and lasts just for a second before he rips his tattooed arm from me and goes for Derek.