Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 16

I feel the bed shift beside me and I no longer feel wrapped around Shank. I pat the bed next to me as I roll over. Half expecting nothing, Im surprised when I feel a body. Only the body is small.

Shanes small chubby face is right next to mine when I open my eyes. He crawled in bed with us last night.

I can hear his voice from the kitchen so I pad my bare feet in that direction. He stands infront of the stove where he's cooking something in one hand and his phone in his other. I admire his bare back. Muscles in his shoulder flexing as he moves.

"Yeah, after we eat. Well, we have something to do real quick then I'll talk to her. Ok. Bye." He hangs up and turns to put his phone on the counter behind him. I catch his attention and he glances down my whole body before reaching my face.

"Talk to me about what?" I move off the wall to sit on a stool.

"A run was interrupted last night and jewel needs patched up a little. But nothing that can't fucking wait until after the bunny funeral." A plate of eggs and bacon is placed before me.

"Why weren't you on the run last night?" I ask, half expecting him to tell me I can't know because it's club business.

"Because Jewel said he could handle it with Schiz while I came to check on Shane." He answers.

Oh.

I nod and eat my food. Shane bounces out minutes later and jumps up beside me to eat the plate of food Shank gives him. He leans back on the counter and watches us with his bare arms across his tattooed chest.

"You aren't going to eat?" I ask.

He glances at me. "I'll eat some bacon. No more eggs."

Shit. I forgot Shane broke all the eggs yesterday. Damn. I can't believe that was yesterday. So much happened.

"So that's it? Jewel just needs fixed?" There's more to it than that. He wouldn't have to talk to me about that. I actually have to do that as part of my survival.

He opens his mouth then closes it glancing away and clenching his jaw.

I bring a piece if bacon to my mouth but it smells funny so I put it back down. I take a piece of Shanes but it smells funny too.

"Don't eat that. Just the eggs." I tell him.

"Why the hell not. I just cooked it." Shank takes a piece of bacon and smells it too then eats it.

"It doesn't smell right. I think it went bad." I tell him.

He shakes his head. "Babe, it's fine. I promise. It wasn't left out."

I shake my head next. "Maybe its me. But you wanna chance him catching food poisoning over it?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"He's not going to get sick, Missy. You might be getting sick. Eat it, son." He tells Shane. With no further persuasion Shane eats the meat. I shake my head again.

"You still haven't told me what you wanna talk about." Taking us back to our earlier conversation.

He glances at Shane then me. His eyes settle on mine and stay there. My whole body heats up at his stare so I look away.

I am not going to hop from one Man to the next. Maybe I am confused. I like both guys. Ugh.

Shane finishes and puts his plate in the sink before going to shower and put in some dress clothes for the funeral.

A glance back at Shank tells me he's close to contemplating life inside his head right now. He's picking at skin around his stubbed nails as he stares straight ahead.