Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 11

I slam my car door shut with much unneeded force as I stomp my high heeled ass into the club house, on a mission to find Shank and murder his ass.

Schiz sees me and smiles like usual as he comes up to me. "Surprising me at work?" He teases. Any other time I would laugh at his corny ass jokes. But today is not any other day.

"I'm here to see Shank, he wasn't at home." I tell him through clenched teeth.

Schiz raises a brow at this. But he's still Schiz. "I might be jealous if you didn't have a look of murderous rage on your face." He jokes.

I give him a pointed look, telling him now is not the time for fucking jokes. He raises his hands in mock surrender before disappearing into the hallway to find Shank. It's kinda weird how they seem to be cool with each other, given everything. But they're brothers.

Swaggering out in no shirt and opened jeans, Shank is the fucking cover to a porn magazine. God, I could kick those abs.

Down, Missy.

Schiz.

I still haven't figured out what's fully going on with us. We fuck and he spends a lot of time with Shane and me at the house, but I don't know what he wants in the long run. With Derek, it was easy to tell because Derek and I told each other. At first, friendly sex. Then, Derek wanted more and I made it clear I didn't. Easy. But Schiz is just all laugh and jokes. He never takes anything serious, so why should I think he takes us seriously? He could be sleeping with multiple other girls, for all I know.

Then again, I'm the only ones he's claimed. So far. That's a mess for another time.

"You called?" Shank grins.

"I had an interview today. Over at the prison. Only they tell me that they have orders from YOU not to let me work there ever again. What. The. Fuck." I shout. He glares at me.

I'm out of place, Talking to him like this in front of the club. But this whole damn club is weak so what the fuck are they gonna do?

Schiz grabs my elbow, pulling me to whisper in my ear. I snatch away from him. This is not his business.

"I don't want you working at that prison again." He says simply, and of discussion.

I laugh. Like a deep belly laugh.

"Well, I don't give a rats ass what you do or do not want, Shane. We have a kid that I have to support. I can't do that unemployed." I tell him.

"I will cover anything Shane needs." He shrugs like its just that simple. He gonna pay bills at two houses? He gonna buy my shit too?

I take a step back from him and lift my arms to sweep my body. His eyes follow, like they always do.

"Do you see me Shank?" I ask him, knowing damn well he always sees me.

I'm in an expensive Smokey grey pencil skirt suit with a red blouse under the jacket and black pumps that cost $200 at least. A white long soft fabric coat tops off my sophisticated look. Because I'm a fucking sophisticated woman.

"You can't afford me too, Shank. So I need a fucking job. And you need to back the fuck off." I tell him.

His glare hardens at my words and blow to his ego. "You're pissing me off, Missy Ann." I've heard these words about a million times the past week. It's his new thing now. He says that anytime I piss him off and he's about to explode and say some shit he'll regret later. I take a deep breath to calm down.

"And you're pissing me off, Shane." I retort.

"Get a job at the hospital." He says a lot calmer now.