Page 77 of Biker's Baby

“Alright, let’s go,” Joel said when he opened the back passenger door. “Nice and easy does it. That’s right.”

I did what I could to make it as difficult as possible for him to move me, but Joel was still a lot bigger and stronger than I was, so there wasn’t much I could do to stop him. He picked me up and carried me right into the old house, moving through the front door and a narrow hallway into an old living room.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me! Joel!” I shouted. “Leave me alone!”

“Shut the fuck up you bitch!” he snapped. “Now you better sit still while I go get that fucking brat of yours, or so help me God you’re never going to see him again!”

He didn’t wait for me to answer, and instead turned and marched out the door. I was laying on my side on the couch, and I fought myself into a sitting position. I looked around the place. It was old, and it looked like it hadn’t been lived in for quite some time.

I didn’t have a lot of time to scope out the place, however, before Joel returned with Tristan in his arms. I didn’t know if Tristan was hurt again, or if he was just screaming because he hated Joel. Either way, I knew it was going to take some time before I would be able to calm him down all over again.

Joel dropped my son in my lap with a grunt.

“Shut him up,” he said.

“It would be easier if I had my hands,” I told him.

“Then you better fucking figure out a different way to do it that’s not as easy,” he growled. “You seem to think that you can do anything these days, Iris, and I’m not sure where that came from. I thought I made it clear when we were together that I was the one calling the shots, and the next thing I know, you go running off to some other town with some other guy. It’s sickening.”

I leaned forward, doing my best to cuddle into Tristan as much as I could. He wrapped his arms around me and continued crying, and I started singing softly to him once more. I tried to keep my voice down, wanting only to soothe my son and not do anything that would piss off my ex anymore than he already was.

He continued to scream and yell at me as he ranted about the fact that I had left him, but I didn’t argue. I knew the one thing that would piss him off more than anything was to tell him that I was right to leave him when I did.

He hated that.

All I could do was try to keep Tristan calm while we both waited for what was coming next. I wasn’t sure what that would be, but I prayed to every god I could think of that Abe was on his way. He had to have gotten my text by now. I was sure he panicked when he got home and found me missing.

And I was sure the first thing he’d do would be to try to call me on my phone. Or, at the very least, to see if I had done anything to contact him. Either way, I knew he had his phone on him at all times, and my text had to reach him. With the tracking turned on, he would just have to follow the little dot right to where we were.

He was a biker. He knew what he was doing.

I just had to keep this situation as calm as possible while I waited for Abe to come riding in. He would come for me, there was no doubt in my mind about that. It was just a matter of when he got there.

And once he did, Joel was going to find out just how big of a mistake he had made in taking me like this. He might think that he was the big man in charge, but he would find out just how wrong he was. He was a bully, nothing more.

My real man was on the way, and he would save me.

After all, he’d promised.

And if there was one thing I knew about Abe, it was that he kept his promises.

No matter what.

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