Page 15 of Miguel
But they had.
I couldn’t say that, though. Not without proof. I didn’t want the club falling into deeper shit than it already was. We didn’t need to start shit back up with them, only to fight a war on all sides. We had to be smart.
Level-headed.
So I worked and worked, and I didn’t realize what time it was until my phone started ringing.
“Migue,” I replied absentmindedly.
“Señor Lopez, hi. This is Maestra Flores.”
Why the fuck was my son’s teacher calling me?
Not to say that my heart didn’t thump faster at the sound of her sweet little voice. The sound of it had starred in more than one of my fantasies since I’d met her the day before. Sweet little thing with floral dresses that showed off her thick curves and legs. She looked to be all sugar, but when she snapped at me yesterday? It made me want to shove her down to her knees and shut her up with a cock to the mouth.
Fuck, I was hard just thinking about it again.
“Yeah?” I felt like the word came strangled out of my mouth. Fuck me. I couldn’t even talk to her on the phone without wanting her.
“Well, I’m calling because it’s late. Everyone else has gone home and Zeke is waiting for you.”
“Fuck.” I pulled the phone away from my ear to swipe through it. Fuck me in the motherfucking asshole. Right there were a few texts from Cami. Unanswered, unread.
Sorry, hermanito. Boss has my arm twisted. I can’t today. Can you ask one of your brothers?
Camila wasn’t privy to what went on in the MC, and I kept it that way. There was no way she could’ve known that we were all scrambling to get our shit together. And I’d been so knee-deep in the bullshit that I’d just assumed she’d be able to and forgotten all about it. I hadn’t even heard my phone fucking beep with the notifications.
My inadequacies came rearing their ugly head once again, vicious in their damnation.
“Fuck.” I pressed the phone back to my ear. “My sister was supposed to pick him up for me today. Didn’t realize she’d texted with a work emergency and couldn’t.” I hoped I didn’t sound as panicked as I felt inside. I’d vowed today would be different from yesterday. That I would give Zeke the attention he needed and deserved. That I’d be a good fucking dad and pick him up on time today.
Yesterday he’d barely looked at me when I got him from school. I could tell he was upset, and could I even fucking blame him? His mom had dropped him off and drove away without looking back. I wondered if that’s what he was expecting from me too.
Fuck that, and fuck his mom, too. I wouldn’t do that to him. I vowed I’d be better.
And within a few hours, I’d broken my own damn promises.
With everyone busy and scrambling, there wasn’t anyone I could spare to pick him up. The club’s old ladies weren’t on the school’s pick-up list, what with their damn rule about only adding five fucking people...
“Look, Lorena–”
“Maestra Flores.”
I huffed a breath at her correction and didn’t heed it. “Lorena, I’ve got no one else to pick Zeke up. If I text you the address could you drop him off for me?” It was impulsive as shit to ask her that, but I felt like my hands were tied. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see her again. Even if she was just going to show up to fucking yell at me. At least her attention would beonme.
Pathetic as fuck, to pine after my son’s teacher. But here I was.
I could hear her exasperation through the phone. “Señor Lopez, that goes against school policy. Teachers aren’t allowed to leave school grounds with children unless it’s on a field trip.”
Now was not the time for her to get difficult. “Nena, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have any other choice. I got nobody else.”
She gave a pause. “What about your club brothers or whatever?”
I huffed a laugh. If only she fucking knew what we were up to right now. “All my brothers are busy at the moment. At least the ones I jotted down on the school form, and I don’t trust a prospect to pick him up. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have anybody else.”
Fucking prospects. If they couldn’t even keep a warehouse of guns safe, I wasn’t going to trust them with the safety of my son. Lorena Flores, however… She cared about her kids, and I’d had Chema run a background check on every single teacher and even the fucking janitors at that school. Lorena was clean as shit. Squeaky clean. An upstanding citizen. It was probably fucked up to even get her involved in my life, but I couldn’t muster a single fuck to give.
From the first moment I saw her, I wanted her. In my bed, on the back of my bike, in my fucking life. Didn’t know her that well, but that didn’t matter. I knew enough. She was kind and liked Zeke. She was gentle with him. Always smiling. Always lowering herself to the ground so they were face to face. She didn’t talk down to him or me. Except for yesterday, but I’d deserved that. Besides, a woman who could put a biker in his place in defense of a child?
