Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 8

Shane runs to his room to quickly grab his book bag we packed together earlier for his night with Shank. Shank steps inside our living room. I don't bother with manners and invite him in seeing as how he now owns the house. Something that still pisses me off.

"Noon." I remind him.

"Noon." He repeats back, arms crossed over his buff chest as he leans back against the wall. His face is blank of emotion and he just stares ahead while he waits for Shane.

Shane comes out, wrapping his arms around my hips in a death grip. "Love you, mom. I'll tell you all about it when I come home." He  promises me. I rub his back for a second before releasing him.

"You better. Have fun, baby." I kiss his forehead and watch him leave out with Shank. I watch through the blinds as shank helps Shane in the truck before climbing in himself and backing carefully out our rocky driveway and disappearing down the street.

I turn the porch light on and turn in early for bed once I change into an oversized t shirt. I don't know if its Reds or Derek's. I'm always stealing someones clothes.

Its quiet without Shane here. I was almost skeptical to send him with Shank. But Shank assured me he already had a small bed and dresser in the smallest bedroom over at his place and his cupboards and fridge are full of food. Healthy and junk food. He also promised not to give Shane too much sugar and have him in bed no later than 9 but I don't believe that for a second. He'll do whatever Shane wants to get him to like him. Not that he has to. Its only been a few days and Shane already wants to spend a whole night alone with Shank. But like I've said before, he's the one who will have to deal with a sugar loaded 6 year old, not moi.

A knock on my door startles me from my thoughts. Maybe Shane forgot something. Switching the silver lock, I swing the door open. "What did you for-" Only it's not Shane or Shank. Its Schiz. He holds a bottle of wine in one of his hands, his signature smirk in place. 

I forget what I was about to say and just smile at him.

"Heard you're kid free tonight. Thought you might want some company." He shrugs slightly.

I open the door the rest of the way open and move to the side to allow him in. His smirk widens a little and hands me the bottle of expensive looking wine as he passes by. I don't care what the price or age is, as long as its good.

Without a word, I lead him into the kitchen and poor a glass. I extend it to him but he waves a hand, preferring a beer from my fridge. So I down it myself. 

"You didn't have anything better to do on a Friday night besides sit around and drink with me?" I lean back against cool marble countertop, the hem of the large shirt rising slightly. The movement catches him attention and he stares at my long legs. I repress my own smirk at how attracted to me be seems to be. Especially to my legs.

He sips his beer, finally meeting my gaze over the top of the brown glass bottle. I reach for the wine bottle, not gonna waste time pouring it into a glass if I'm the only one drinking.

"Nothing I ain't done before." He responds. I snort at this. I'm sure.  He probably does the same thing on a weekday that he does on a weekend, making it grow old fast.

Perk to having a kid is you never know what you might do any night of the week. Always unpredictable. Especially the weekends. Seems Shane takes all week to think of all the things he wants to do on the weekends, killing my feet or my pocket. Or both.

"And you've never spent time with a single mom drinking in her kitchen?" I retort. Its his turn to snort now and I watch him place his beer down on the bar counter and get off the stool to slowly and sexily swagger his way over to where I stand. I do the same and peer up at him through hooded eyes.