Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 19

"I'm fucking said I'm coming!" Shanks chest vibrates and his loud voice booms through his chest as he lay behind me in the bath.

I jump up, startled. He's quick to place a hand on my arm to settle me. "Sorry, babe." He gets up out the water, no shame in his naked glory. I just draw my knees to my chest to watching him in the cooling water.

The small white towel strains to cover all his muscle and ass, sculpting every thought out piece of flesh.

He turns around, bringing my eyes to his dick. I blush but still bring my eyes level to his, raking his body in the proccess. He smirks down at me. I look away, shaking my head in mortification.

"Its all yours, babe." He leans down and kisses my head.

All mine! Too caught up in everything else, the thought of his other women never crossed my mind so I never laid down the law about it.

"Where are you going, if I can know?" I ask instead.

He opens the bathroom door and walks out into the room. At first, I think thats his way of telling me I can't know so I just stand up and grab a towel and let the water out of the tub.

But then he speaks. "We're going to meet with them." His voice is quiet so I turn to find him right behind me in the doorway. They don't want people to know. He didn't ask me if I still wanted to know if I couldn't tell anyone. He took my choice away. Because he knows I have to know. And he knows he can trust me.

"You can't tell anyone because I dont know who knows. Some woman survive knowing nothing and some survive by knowing everything. No in betweens." He cups my face in his large hands.

I nod up at him. He kisses my forehead and turns back around to finish dressing.

"Is it such a good idea for you to go, Shane?" I ask him hesitantly. I dont want to undermind their vote. He looks over to where I stand leaning against the wall.

"No. But they requested my presence." He admits quietly.

They did.

"Why? That doesn't sound safe, Shank! What if they- what if you get hurt?" I start freaking out. He turns from the dresser where he's loading his pockets up with clips to grab my shoulders and pull me to his chest. For a second I think hes gonna snap out and tell me to shut up.

"Shh. Its fine. You feel that, babe? Its a vest. I got a bullet proof vest on. I've been shot in the legs plenty of times. I will be fine." He rubs his hands up and down my back.

"And your head? What if you're shot in the head?" I counter back.

"In a tough headed sonofabitch." He chuckles, trying to lighten my mood.

I take a deep breath and shake my head in his chest. He'll be fine. The others won't let anything happen to him.

He pulls back amd kisses me long and hard. "Find as many medical supplies as you can and make a list of what we dont have because you and Jewel are going to get them." He tells me.

I don't argue and do what I'm told. There's a lot less people around the club which means theyre all back in their rooms probably saying their byes like Shank and I just did. The kids are piled infront of the huge flat screen with a few club girls watching over them.

I search through the empty bathrooms, the kitchen, hallway shelves, and counters for pain meds, tape, gauze, bandaids, and anything else I can get my hands on and stack it all on the bar. As the others come out, they hand me what they have from their bags or bathrooms.

I check it all over and write things we dont have or need more of. Shank comes over to me from the room.

"How much?" He asks.