Page 40 of Biker's Enemy
“You go alone,” she says with a tight voice. “It’s nice that you’re spending more time with Avery.”
This isn’t what I wanted, but she barely looks at me as I get the rest of Avery’s clothes on. I give her another chance to join us and she turns me down definitively.
What the hell did I do wrong?
When I get back, Quin is nowhere to be seen until I summon her. She has a big ass lunch spread made for me. I wonder if she’s trying to appease me or something but again, there are absolutely no emotions on this woman’s face. I find it fascinating.
She could get away with murder if she wanted to…
The only time I truly made her lose control is when I had her pressed beneath me in bed. A desire that grows the longer she turns her nose up at me and ignores me. She can’t ignore me when I have my dick buried to the hilt in her pussy.
I’m about to confront Quin about her attitude when I get a phone call that I wasn’t expecting.
Not a good sign considering my situation, but at least it’s not Southpaw calling.
“Aunt Deb? Good news for me?”
“I knew that baby was family.”
My heart drops into my ass.
“So…”
“Not yours,” she says, exhaling with deep, deep sadness. “That baby is your father’s. She’s your sister Tanner.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Your father knocked up a 16-year-old the night the clubhouse blew up.”
That sounds like dad. Our mutual silence tells me Aunt Deb is thinking the same thing.
“My mom can’t find out,” I say. Maybe it’s fucked up but my first thought is protecting her. She had enough misery with my dad’s running around when he was alive. The last thing she needs is this baby.
“That’s not the worst part.”
“What’s the worst part?”
“Tamiya tells me this took so long because they were tracking down the child’s mother. She’s the daughter of some Neo-nazi. Not someone high level but a member of some group called the Midnight SS. Have you heard of them?”
The Shaws tend to keep their women informed on club business. I think that’s why Aunt Deb fled our grandfather’s iron fist into the arms of Harlan Shaw the second she got a chance. She fits in well with the Shaws. Unlike a lot of women involved in our lifestyle, Aunt Deb can handle the hard shit. And unlike the Blackwood women, she handles it without getting her ass stuck in prison on a bullshit charge.
“Can’t say I’ve heard of them.”
It’s a lie, obviously. But I prefer to keep certain things private.
“What about Wyatt?”
“I haven’t told him about this.”
“I know,” she says. I understand her implications. I’ve kept this secret for too long and she thinks it’s time I tell the club. I suppose the idea doesn’t seem so terrible now that I know the baby isn’t mine. But this can’t get back to my mother.
“What the fuck do I tell him? He’ll know you kept the secret from him.”
“He understands how the club works,” she says calmly. Aunt Deb talks like she’s been in control of this situation the entire time. I can’t help but give in to her desire to pull some strings around here. When it comes to babies and family… I’m lost. Most of us are lost.
None of us expected our dads to leave this earth so soon. I don’t know if the club can handle more loss without everyone losing their shit. Especially not any of the crazy ass Blackwoods.
“I’ll call him tonight.”