Page 3 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12
“Then I’m coming over right fucking now.Tell me where you are,” he demands.
It’s a good thing I was brought up amongst overbearing bikers.
His growly and demanding attitude doesn’t impress me, and it’s why I snap, “Screw you, asshole.I said tomorrow.I’ll text you where I’ll be eating breakfast.”
Without waiting for a reply, I hang up.Dammit.I was relaxed after the nice bath and now I’m all frustrated and angry.How am I going to keep my cool when I tell him tomorrow?Is he going to keep his cool?
We never got to the discussion of future stuff.Kids, family, dreams, goals, whatever either of us have planned.Our time together was mere moments and only at the start of something very freaking serious when it all went to shit.Correction, it didn’t go to shit; it was set up from the damn start.
I huff out a breath of frustration and throw my phone on the other side of the bed.Turning the light off, I snuggle into the pillow and close my eyes.Time to get this night over with and handle talking things through with Pax tomorrow.Then I’m going to take a few days to sort things out for myself and decide where to go from here.
Heath and Hayden hired a new guy to fill the piercer spot in the club’s tattoo shop since I told them I needed time off.Truth is, my decision to back away from the club has been going through my mind for a long damn time.Maybe this is the wakeup call I needed to go somewhere else and settle down in a new town to raise my baby.
I have enough money saved to take my time, have the baby and then maybe open my own piercing shop.My mood slightly lightens by the sound of this plan and it’s how I drift off to sleep.
“Lyla,” a voice rumbles, distracting me from the nice dream I’m having.
The voice is familiar, and I don’t want to deal with Pax when I’m dreaming of a nice white beach, drinking cocktails while staring at the waves crashing down on the sand.Cocktails I can’t have when I’m awake because I’m freaking pregnant.
“Lyla, wake up, babe,” his annoying voice sounds awfully close and too freaking real.
I jolt up and my head collides with something hard.The curses flowing from my mouth aren’t the only ones I hear because when I open my eyes I see Pax standing over my bed.
“What the hell are you doing here?”I grumble and rub my forehead.
“You know what I’m doing here, babe,” he rumbles.“You can’t simply tell me you’re here and then cut me off.I’m working a–”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, asshole.And quit calling me babe.I hate it when bikers do it because it’s meaningless.It’s an easy substitute so you don’t have to remember a chick’s name while fucking one then switching to the other.”
Pax rubs a hand over his face, and I can clearly see the frustration on his face, even with the limited light in the room.
He leans over to turn on the light next to the bed and in a calm tone he asks, “What was so important you couldn’t tell me on the phone or wait till I could meet you at your place in a few days?I would have made the time to come back, you know.I’ve been trying to get a moment of your time since you dumped me and then cut me out of your life like our time together meant nothing.You blocked my number and completely ignored me.Like I said, I would have come as soon as I could if you reached out beforehand.”
I move back to rest against the headboard and feel uncomfortable.He’s right.I’m the one who called it quits, who blocked his number and completely ignored him.Even if he’s the one who agreed to get his freaking dick pierced, following an order from his president.It’s in the past, time to face the here and now.
Swallowing hard, knowing this is the moment I’ve been waiting for, I suddenly become anxious and a bit afraid of his reaction.It’s inevitable.We need to talk and now is as good a time as any, but being in bed with just a shirt on feels weird.
Crawling off the bed on the other side, I mumble, “Let me get dressed and then we’ll talk.”
He moves back and slowly sinks down into the chair in the corner of my hotel room.His eyes are locked on my bare legs when I snag some clothes from my bag and head into the bathroom to change.
Quickly handling my business, I get dressed and splash some water onto my face.Staring at myself in the mirror, I’d like to give myself a little pep talk, but the words are lacking.Shit.This is it.I guess stalling wouldn’t help me, and again...he needs to know.I recently found out and we’re already months ahead in this pregnancy.
Talking a deep breath, I grab the handle and open the door to step back into the hotel room.My heart is racing when our eyes meet, and my throat is running dry.Why does he look so damn good, making my veins flood with desire?
Definitely something I don’t need right now.Yet, the thought of having sex with him is suddenly very appealing.Not to mention, I never got to experience the piercing I gave him.Which also makes me wonder if he’s had sex with other women after I ended it.
Revulsion, sadness, and a jolt of anger enough to start killing women who he’s fucked after me are overwhelming emotions hitting me hard.
Those very emotions make me snap, “Did you dick anyone after I gave you those piercings?”
Shit.I shouldn’t have asked.It’s not my business and why should I freaking care?I’m the one who ended us.
“Never mind,” I mutter.“I don’t care and don’t want to know.”
“You care,” Pax rumbles.“You care, or you wouldn’t have asked.”
“Whatever,” I snap.“It’s not why I wanted to talk to you.”
