“Stevie.” I sigh. “I’m really not in the mood to talk, especially about Annie to you.”
“I only ask because if you don’t, and you’re just being loyal because she’s had your baby, then I can help take the weight of your stress off. You know I can help you feel real good. I can keep a secret.”
“You don’t know how fuckin’ tempted I am, babe, but until I’ve got my shit sorted, I’m not lookin’ to fuck up even more.”
“You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
I watch her ass sway side to side as she walks off and joins her friends sat with one of the prospects. What I wouldn’t give to hide out in my old room with her and lose myself in her body. From many nights spent with her, I know I’d be in for a good night.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I dig it out.
Please come home.
Like fuck.
Chapter Forty-Two
Annie
He said he’d come back in the morning to pick me up. It’s just gone ten and he still hasn’t shown his face. I rang the hospital, and he hasn’t been by to see the baby. He would’ve stayed in his old room over in the bar last night after leaving here. I checked at four this morning that his bike was still here, and it was.
He wants me to leave but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to fix this mess and he’s going to fall in love with me. He has no choice. Slipping my shoes on, I grab my jacket and purse and head out. It’s quiet and I don’t see anyone as I walk around to the bar. Shane’s bike and truck are still parked up and I head inside. The prospect is mopping the floor but there isn’t a brother in sight.
“Have you seen Shane?”
He nods. “He’s in the back room. They all are.”
“Thanks.”
He’ll have no choice but to talk to me when he comes out. He won’t want a scene in front of the club. I settle in on one of the couches.
“How long have they been in there?” I ask the prospect.
His eyes narrow slightly. “Can’t say. It’s not your business.”
Of course. Club secrets and all that.
I dig out my phone from my purse and bring up the pictures of Wolf. He’s so small but still so perfect. I see Shane all over him. His eyes are Shane. His cute nose is Shane. His lips are his fathers. We created perfection just like I knew we would.
Shane believes I’m crazy, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. I just know what I want and like Shane and the club, I too will go as far as I need to get what I want. And most importantly, what I deserve.
I deserve to be Shane’s old lady, to be looked after by him and loved. I just need him to be as obsessed with me as I am with him.
I should never have lied to him but how was I to know he still would’ve been a gentleman.
Though anxiety is coursing through me like electricity, I know it’s going to work out. He’s had the night to calm down, he’ll see today that we’re meant to be and that I’m perfect for him.
A shadow falls over me and I tear my gaze away from the backroom doors to find a whore stood in front of me.
“I didn’t think you were planning on sticking around after the kid was born.”
Stevie, one of the Shane’s old whores.
“Thatkidis my son. And I’m still here because of Shane.”
“Really? Shane didn’t look too happy last night.”
My jaw tenses but I try not to let her see she’s getting to me. Bitches like her can sniff out weakness from a mile away.
