Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 18

I hear a knock on the door and Shank gets up from the bed to answer it.

"Getting shit together." Ed tells his softly.

"Lemme grab my pants." Shank comes over to my side of the bed to get his pants off the floor.

"Wondered where you went off to then jewel said you and your old lady came back here. I didn't believe him until Patch came out of his room bitching he could hear you groaning through the damn walls. I assume she treated you well." I can hear the smirk in his voice.

Shank snorts. "Goddamn sex fiend."

Ed laughs at this. "Wonder what went down between her and Schiz. If she's as good as you say, I don't see him letting her go so easily."

"I don't give a Fuck why they broke up. I'm just glad they did. Now she's where she fucking belongs. Lets go." The door closes behind them.

I roll over on my back, pulling the sheets with me to cover my naked body. That quickly I go from Schiz girlfriend to Shanks old lady.

I don't know how I feel about that.

With nothing else to do, I get dressed and go out with everyone else. Shane runs up to me with ice cream.

"When are we going home?" He asks.

"Not for awhile. Were staying here with everyone else. Like camping." I try to explain to him.

All the brothers are behind the double doors in a meeting. I hope they figure out something to do with these Mexicans. We can't all stay hidden in here forever. And Once we all go back home, the can snatch someone up and use them hostage. I've seen it in my brothers club.

An hour or so later the doors open and all the guys come walking out with grim looks.

Shank comes up to me where I sit on the couch with a sleeping Shane in my lap. He silently picks him up and grabs my hand to lead us back to his room.

He continues to hold him while I blow up his little air mattress.

"Is everything ok?" I ask him.

"Not exactly. We don't know what they want so we don't know what to negotiate for peace. Its a cluster fuck, babe." He rubs a hand down his face.

"We'll figure it out." I assure him, patting his Jean clad knee. I watch as he grows in his jeans, eyes clouding with lust.

"Will we?" He asks.

I take a minute because I know he doesn't mean this shit with the club, he means with us. I exhale. "Maybe we're meant to be fucked up, Shank." I can't think of any other explanation for what we have or do or say. Its fucked up.

"We can fix it, babe. And be stable. A stable family." He almost pleads.

I finish with the mattress and watch as shank lowers Shane's little body in it and tucks him in while I crawl into bed. Shank tugs his jeans off and kicks his boots by the door, slinging his jacket on the back of a chair.

"What about your club? And Schiz?" I ask. He lies back and rolls over so that we face each other.

"What about them?" He asks.

"I was with him and now I'm with you. They're gonna think I'm a whore." I explain. I think I am. Schiz clearly thinks I am. Shank has called me a whore before too. So why wouldn't the others.

He just chuckles lightly. The sound so relaxed. I glare as he reaches put and moves a piece of hair off my face. "One of the perks to this life, babe, is we understand the grey area. Margo used to have threesomes with her ex husband and Panik. You see how much everyone respects her." He smiles. Yeah except you.