Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 6

Instead of taking us back to dad's house, Shank leads us back to the club house. Its vacant outside, aside from the prospect watching over the bikes. I dont know if I have it in me to argue with him about taking us home. All I'm looking for is a bed.

Shane seems happy enough, though. His energetic ass flounces out our car and right over to Mikey and Sydney who are playing in a sand box. "Mom, can I play?" He asks me. I nod. Should be easier to sleep with him occupied.

"He has great manners." Margo stands beside me as we watch our kids. I laugh at her comment but I can't help but agree.

"I don't know where he gets them from. Sure as shit isn't Shank." I don't think I have ever heard him use manners. He just demands shit.

"Probably from his Uncle Kale." Margo says softly. Her eyes are watery when I glance at her.

"Kale?" The name sounds familiar.

"Shanks brother. Blood brother. He died the day Shank was released." She wipes at her eyes. That's right. I saw it in his file once. I forgot all about him having a brother.

"What happened?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "Its not my story to tell. But I'm sure Shank would love to tell you all about how I killed his brother." She snaps then stampers off towards Lynol.

My jaw slacks. Killed his brother?

"Missy?" Shanks large hand is on my shoulder. I turn to look at him and close my mouth.

"What did she say to you?" He's suddenly angry, face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What happened to your brother?" I ask him. He freezes and I watch his face get even more hard than before.

"What did she say?" He snarls in my face. I back away from him, away from his his hand growing tighter on my shoulder.

"Nothing. She told me to ask you." It's not a complete lie.

"He's dead. Thanks to her. Now Mike has no fucking father because Lynol didn't put that bitch in her place and let her call shots." Shank spits. His nostrils are flared and his eyes are dark with anger.

"What happened?" I ask softly. I've never had his anger directed at me before and I don't think hes intending to be an ass to me right now, he's just really upset.

"Lynol picked up the wrong fucking stray off the streets." Is all he says before stalking off into the clubhouse.

I follow him.

"Shank!" I call after him. He ignores me.

"Shane Robert Travis!" I yell. He stops dead in his tracks and a few of the others look our way. I watch as he turns slowly to face me then gets in my face.

"Talk to me." I plead with him.

"You're not my old lady, Missy. You're just a prison clause I knocked up. I don't have to tell you shit!" His words are low but they still echo in the silent room. All the oxygen leaves my lungs and my heart drops. I know my face is red because it's hot. Why would he say that?

"Mom?" Over my shoulder, I see Shane just standing there watching the two of us.

"Yeah?" I face away from a still glaring Shank.

"Are you ok?" He asks. I give a little laugh.

"Yeah, baby. Why wouldn't I be?" He walks over to me and I lift him up. He starts wiping my face and his hands are wet as he holds them up for me to see. Shit.

I wipe my face too. Damn.

"I'm fine. Just tired. You ready to go back to grampas for the night? Tomorrows a big day for us." I lie. He nods.