Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 10

Shank

Do it, you fucking pussy

Fine

I quickly towel off and am yanking on my jeans as I fummble out to the hallway. Desperate to apologize to her.
Schiz sits alone at the bar and Lynol is laughing with Panik in the lounge.  No sign of missy.

Gosh dammit

Shane runs up to me. Like every other time I see him, my heart smiles in itself. He looks just like I did at that age.

I'm so fucking lucky to have him. He's what I needed to pull my head out of my ass. Which is where its been since Star and my brother.

When he ran up to her and grabbed on her leg like his life depended on it then peeped around her with those strikingly similar eyes, I knew. I knew he was mine. And then my blood ran cold. Because she knew he was mine and she kept him. For seven years, she kept him. And for that, I hated her.

"Shank!" He says my name excitedly. Like every time he calls me by my name instead of dad, I inwardly cringe. And that only makes me hate her more. But even so, shes the mother of my son and I shouldn't have said the shit I have to her.

God, her face yesterday when I called her a club whore and earlier when I made a comment about her pussy. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Neither of those compare to her face the day I called her a prison clause and our son was a mistake. My chest aches at the memory. Shanes face when he saw her crying. But even though I made her cry and embarrassed her infront of all of the club, she held herself together for Shane and told him to tell me bye. And for that I loved her. I love how much she loves. I love how much she cares.

Even on the inside, when we were only fucking (so I thought), she was caring after me. And not just my physical well being. She was always asking me about my day (though there's not much to it in prison) and how I was feeling. She was perfect. But I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted my dick wet and she was easy.

Looking back now, I should have known something was up when she was waiting by the gates. But egotistical me, I just thought she was there because she thought there was more to us than sex and had only then realized it. So I waved around my shiny old lady in her face. Only to have that shiny bitch cheat on me the whole time with my best friend.

If I hadn't wished kale was alive before that moment, I certainly did then. Kale and I would have beat his ass for touching my old lady. But Kale was dead (thanks to some over stepping bitch) and I beat his ass alone and stripped Star of her patch before putting her out on her ass. Literally. I stopped paying for everything and left her with nothing.

Call me a sick, but when I love, I love hard. And when I get fucked over, I hate harder. That's just how I'm wired.

"I'm hungry." My son pulls me by my hand to the kitchen. I don't know what food  is in here. I glance around, looking for a female who can cook something out of nothing ie; Margo. Christ. She's here when you don't need her but not here when you do, therefore she's useless all together.

I set him up on the counter while I search for food in the pantry and fridge. Music starts up from the surround system and my son starts singing along to Guns N Roses. Well, Missy did something right. Or that damn club of pussies her fucking brother runs.

I find some boxes of Mac n cheese and make enough for both kids and then some. Shane seems happy enough with it though. Mikey too. So I'm not a total loss at this 'in charge of kids' thing. They wouldn't starve on my watch.

I put some in a bowl and head outside to watch them. I pass by the bar on the way, pass Schiz. But I stop.

"Something you wanna say?" He asks without looking at me.