The ride back to the club is peaceful and I scan for any sign of Annie when I park up out front of the garages. If she truly believed me and has finally left, I’ll be surprised.
Leo and JJ walk out of the bar, looking like they’re heading over to the main house. I catch up to them pretty quickly.
“I need a word.”
“Go on then.”
“Have you seen Annie around?”
“No. Holly went to check in on her and said it looked like she had gone.”
“Good.”
Arching his brow, Leo asks, “Good?”
“It’s what I wanted to talk to you about. It turns out she lied about having cancer. Every word she said since she showed up was bullshit.”
Leo lets out a whistle. “What about the baby?”
“He’s mine. I told her to leave, and it looks like she has.”
“I mean, I get why but kicking out the mother of your kid is fucked up.”
“It wasn’t what I wanted to do, but she’s crazy, brother.”
“How are you gonna hold down the club and being a single dad?” Leo asks.
I shrug. “I can’t plan that far ahead, or I’ll lose my mind.”
Leo glances over my shoulder. “Who the fuck is this?”
JJ and I turn, and a black town car pulls through the gate. “What’s the prospect doing let them through?” JJ frowns.
“It better be someone we know,” Leo warns.
It stops and the driver climbs out and opens the back door. A stiff in a suit steps out and straightens his jacket.
“Don’t recognise him,” Leo mutters and JJ agrees.
“Excuse me,” the prick calls out and walks over, adding, “Do you know where I can speak to Shane?”
“What business do you have with him?” JJ asks before I can speak.
Before he can reply, our question is answered. Annie slips out of the car and storms over to stand at this prick’s side.
She’s dressed in clothes I’d never have pictured her wearing. High-waisted, pale blue trousers and a tight fitted lace shirt. Her short shorts and tiny tops are gone and so are her tears and beg-me-to-love-her face. An arrogant smirk sits at the corner of her mouth instead.
“You’re never going to see your son again,” she warns, and the prick holds his hand up to silence her.
“So you’re Shane?” he asks looking at me.
“I am, and whatever you’re here to say, I’m not interested.”
“You should be. Is there somewhere we can speak privately?”
Annie frowns up at him. “Uncle, I’ve told you what he’s done.”
What I’ve done?
