Page 16 of Seized By Solo

“When Dutch found out that he’d knocked up that bitch of an ol’ lady, Solo said that he would never have kids. They suck all the fun out of a biker’s life. So when he fucks me, I am making sure that I make him glove up. No way do I want a kid to get in the way of me taking a cock like his,” one girl says.

He doesn’t want kids? I have seen him with my children and he acts like he cares for them. Hell, he even said that they were his kids to protect as I was his woman.

His mixed signals are going to cause not only me, but Ruthie and Ricky, so much heartache and pain. None of us deserve this.

Was this some kind of game from the start? Get the poor, weak, battered woman to fall for him, then he would leave her high and dry, saying he got what he wanted because I was emotionally scarred?

Shit, I’m going to be sick.

The club girls giggle more. I chance a look at them and I make eye contact with one. She smirks at me, cocking a brow, letting me know that she knows I heard them.

I know I have no claim over Ka—no, he is no longer Kane to me—over Solo, but I had hoped that one day I would.

“Ruthie, Ricky, come on, let’s go inside. I will sort a snack for you,” I call to them, needing to get away from these women.

Adele and Una warned me about them. I was shocked when Adele told me that Kink cheated on her a few times with club girls, before he sorted his shit out and she took him back. Adele is strong and fierce, and a little weird about sex in public, but each to their own.

I know they have this connection, but I know deep in my soul I will never take back a man who cheated on me again. Nigel broke a part of me when I found out he was doing it, but my life was already tied to him.

The kids come rushing towards me. They see I’m upset the second they come to a stop in front of me.

“Mummy, what’s wrong?” Ruthie asks, concern lacing her voice.

Ricky looks to the side, seeing the barely dressed women, and a frown hits his face and his nostrils flare. Pride swells in my chest at seeing a more protective side coming out of him. Even in a short time, these men have made him see that he is stronger than he was led to believe.

“What are you looking at, brat?” one of the women calls out to my son.

My defences go up, and I step in front of them both.

“You do not speak to my kids.” My body is already filled with so many different emotions after hearing their bragging about being with Solo, but hearing her address my son makes the anger take precedence.

“Then tell him to stop perving on me then. You need to learn to keep your kids on a leash, fatty,” she replies. Her and her friends giggle, and it makes my blood heat in my veins.

“What did you just say?” I grind out, stepping forward, then remember that I have the kids with me. I do not want them to see me lashing out. I need to show them that hitting people is wrong, unless they hit you first. Then it’s game on.

“So, you’re deaf as well as fat. Fuck knows what Solo sees in you. I guess it’s why he came to me after he left your room.” She smirks, and I want nothing more than to wipe the look off her face with a vat of acid.

“You can say whatever the hell you want about me, but you do not say anything about my kids. You don’t even look at them.” I refrain from swearing even though I know the kids hear it around the clubhouse.

“I can say whatever the hell I want. Your brat was perving on me. It’s disgusting. I guess he learned that from his dad.”

My blood reaches boiling point. I am shaking with anger as hot lava fills my veins.

“Mum,” Ruthie whispers, sensing the change in my body.

“Go inside,” I tell them. They listen, thankfully, running indoors. The second I hear the door close, I move.

Their eyes widen in fear, but they stand their ground. Seeing their reaction, I unleash everything I have been holding in.

“You just called my ten-year-old son a pervert. Do you hear how fucking wrong that is? Your job is to literally fuck men for the sake of fucking them and you call my son a pervert for looking at you? Believe me, he was not looking at you for his pleasure;he was looking at you because my son could sense that you three were being bitches. As for the whole Solo shit that you have been spewing, you can fucking have him. I’m not interested in a man who can’t stay faithful. Been there, done that shit. I am stronger now and no one will hurt me or my kids.” I snarl at them and lean forward, putting me and the main bitch nose to nose.

My body is vibrating in ager, my chest heaving with hard breaths as I stand up for myself and my kids.

She goes to speak, but fear flashes in her eyes as they focus on something behind me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, and I know who is behind me without looking.

Shit, just my bloody luck.

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