“Me? I’m about to find a therapist that won’t report us both to the authorities and have us committed for life.”
“Good luck with that.”
Chapter 15
Rachel
I took Axel to his bedroom, murmuring the appropriate praise Dante was clearly looking for when I took in the décor, and quickly got our son changed into the new clothes in the wardrobe.
My eyes scanned over the room, taking in all the plush teddies, the toy box in the corner, and the row of children’s bookcases over the back wall. Then there were the framed images of cartoon motorbikes, followed by a border running along the middle of all the walls, filled with motorbikes.
You know, just in case Axel forgets where he came from!
Dante met us downstairs, producing a brand-new camo coloured pram, along with a tiny leather jacket with “Mini Disciple” written on the back of it.
My lips tightened, but I didn’t say a word. If I said something, I already knew I was destined to fail and break our contract within the first hour. Instead, I packed it all up and compartmentalised it into a little box in my brain marked “deal with later,” and that’s exactly what I’ll do.
It was so ridiculously obvious that Dante had known about us for a while. Sure, he could argue the point that one of the club members that hadn’t gone to Scotland had rushed out to buy all these things. But that custom leather jacket was not made overnight. The bedroom had long since been painted—there wasn’t even a whiff of paint fumes, and I had run my hand over the wallpaper, pretending to admire the design, but actually checking to see if it was dry. And what would you know? Dry as a fucking bone.
So, instead of losing my cool, I had simply strapped Axel into the evidently new pram, smiled up at Dante, and then stood to give him a kiss on his cheek—like a good old lady should.
But we were revisiting this. Oh, we were fucking going to revisit this. I wanted to know everything. If we were going to do this, then we were going to do this properly. And that meant no secrets.
Maybe you should have put that in the contract then? And does this mean telling him about your boss?
I irritated myself sometimes, but that didn’t make me wrong. I couldn’t ask for total disclosure without giving it in return. It worked both ways.
So as I ran to catch up with Vienna, I promised myself that tonight, after I had seen Bee and put both kids to bed, me and Dante were going to sit down and get everything out in the open. A completely clean slate to begin a new relationship. If that’s even how we were defining what we were for the next six months.
However, as I rushed out into the courtyard of the biker complex, I couldn’t help but forget all about Dante when I noticed how much… busier it was than it had been when I left.
“Vienna,” I called, jogging with the pram to keep up with his long legs.
“Need a breather from the behemoth already?” He teased, waving his fingers at Axel.
“Something like that,” I smiled back.
“Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the pram.
I blinked at him. “Mind what?”
“If I… you know…”
“No? Do you want to climb in it or something? Are your legs not working?”
“Why the fuck would I want to get in the pram?” He said, frowning at me as though I were a fucking moron.
“Well, you never know with you! You’re not exactly normal, are you?”
“I’m offended. If I wanted to be escorted around, I could jump on your back and call you a horse.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned as he took a step towards me. “Vienna, I’m being deadly fucking serious. You’re built like an ogre and my poor back will snap.”
“Really, Rachel, really? An ogre is the best you could come up with?”
“How did you want me to describe you?” I laughed.
“Not like a jolly green giant!”
