Page 37 of My Three S**y Bikers

“I’ve got some change of clothes and baby stuff, so you and Dwayne can be comfortable in your room,” Scar said as he handed me a sports bag after we’d checked into the motel and I stood at my room door.

They’d planned it all, including killing the kidnappers. I should have been worried about how it all could have gone wrong, but I couldn’t think of that right now.

I had to be grateful for them doing it.

Who knows what the kidnappers planned to do with me?

I saw the sadness in Drake’s eyes as he hovered at the room door.

“Don’t worry. Playboy and I will be in the room opposite.”

I nodded.

For some reason, I felt more safe being in a strange motel room than I would in the place I’d called home the last few weeks.

Drake opened the door. I saw a double bed and another door that must be the bathroom. He stood at the door as if he was wondering if I would invite him in.

Instead, I decided there was no easy way to tell him the truth, so I laid my sleeping son on the bed then I spun around to face Drake. “Dwayne’s your son.”

He showed no reaction, but then he shut the door behind him and moved toward me. “I know. It doesn’t matter about that. I would love it if you would forgive me, Mel. Forgive the way I behaved back then and especially when you came back into my life.”

I shrugged, thinking I was too confused. I didn’t have the energy to question why he’d been a complete jerk for the last four weeks.

After what I’d been through, it didn’t feel relevant anymore.

“I just want us to be a family.”

I decided that since I’d confessed one thing he knew, I had to confess another. “I have feelings for…your dad. I like him. I might even be falling in love with him.”

“Right!” he blurted out then spun around. He clearly couldn’t handle that part of the equation, and I didn’t blame him.

If I had an ex, and he came back into my life then admitted he wanted my mom and not me, would I take it so lightly?

Then again, I’d never said I wanted Lucky and not him. I just knew how I felt. Even if the way he looked at me didn’t make me feel good, I wasn’t going to apologize for it.

I locked the door behind him. I wouldn’t open it unless it was one of them, and I could check who was on the other side through the keyhole. I felt safe here. It was definitely better than being in the house.

I would get cleaned up, and so would Dwayne. For the first time in a long time, we would both have a decent night’s sleep with the light on.

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PLAYBOY

Ineeded a drink, something strong. No one had followed us, and there was no reason for us to guard Mel’s room. Not as we should have done back at the house.

Scar looked upset when I saw him walking the hallway to his room. We’d checked in on the second floor, so it would be harder for someone to spot us.

“Where are you going?”

“Fuck knows!” he blurted out, as if we didn’t kill or injure at least six men to get her out.

The place had been heavily guarded, but when he’d shot that old lady in the middle of the head, I thought he was going to explode. It made me realize he was more brutal than I’d given him credit for, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“A bar. We need a drink.”

Scar shook his head. “No. We need to get drunk.”

I shrugged thinking he wasn’t wrong in his thinking there, and I liked the idea that he wasn’t crazy about staying here.

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