Page 8 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12
CHAPTER THREE
–LYLA –
“You’re sure you don’t need anything?”Pax asks as he closes the hotel room door behind him.
I give a quick shake with my head.“Nope, I’m good.You can lend me a shirt to sleep in and I’ll use your toothbrush in the morning.It’s my way to compensate, and yours as well by leaving my shit in my hotel room.”
He grumbles something incoherent.I keep my smile to myself and glance around Pax’s hotel room.
“Are you going to work?”I wonder out loud.“If so, can I help?”
Now he’s the one shaking his head.“It’s club business.”
I narrow my eyes.The asshole called his president this morning and clearly said I’m his old lady.I didn’t agree to anything, but if he’s going to be an ass, I can be one too.
“So, calling me your old lady was a load of crap?I was raised in an MC, remember?Which means bikers choose how they treat their old ladies and what level of information they get.Now, the MC I grew up in is close with Broken Deeds.You might even say I’ve known them longer than you’ve been with them.”Jerking my chin in the air I add, “Oh, and I’m not getting your name tattooed on any part of me.I might be a girl and not a member of any MC, but my family is AF MC.”
The muscled biker in front of me smirks.“Wrong, sweet thing.Your family got bigger the moment you reentered my life.”
Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I confront him with the fact, “Nice to be your old lady when it suits you.Indicating I’m Broken Deeds, but I’m really not since you don’t want my help.Is this going to be an example of how custody or parenthood of our little girl will be?Say one thing but take a spin whenever to suit your needs?”
“The fuck?”he grunts.“We’re both responsible for the upbringing of our girl, and I intend to be there every damn day.”
I hold his gaze.“Sure, you say that now.How about when there’s a tiny human screaming her lungs out every minute of the day?Stinky diapers, puking milk all over you, more crying, no sleep.Are you saying you’re signing up for all of it or just for the fact you knocked me up and need to step up for responsibility’s sake?Because I will tell you right now, I don’t want to get back together ’cause I peed on a stick and it showed we managed to multiply ourselves.”
“Changing diapers doesn’t scare me, neither does the lack of sleep due to taking care of my two girls,” Pax states with resolution.
“My two girls,” I echo under my breath.
Why does he have to be less than an asshole?If the idiot didn’t follow his president’s order to get his dick pierced by me, but actually came to me himself?Then I’m sure we’d still be together.It’s not just following his president’s order, though.My brother’s interference, along with the thought of all of them scheming together about my freaking life.
“Fine,” Pax suddenly states.“If you’re willing to do this together then I’ll pull you into this case.”
I can’t believe he’d offer to let me work a criminal case.
“Really?”I gush and then sober a bit to ask, “You’re going to let me work a huge serial killer case with you without rules or giving me any shit?”
Pax shrugs.“As long as you’ll stay by my side, let me take lead, and don’t run off doing shit on your own or talk to anyone about the case.”
I roll my eyes.“Who would I talk to?You know I didn’t want anyone to know where I was.”
He shoves his hand in my direction.“Then we have a deal?We’ll work the case together and it will give us a chance to make it work between us.”
Narrowing my eyes at his outstretched hand, I realize the man just played dirty.“You totally twisted this to suit your own plan, didn’t you?”
His sexy chuckle releases a few butterflies inside my belly.“Just take the deal, sweet thing.”
