Page 6 of My Three S**y Bikers

She didn’t know?

I had to tell her, but I couldn’t think of an easy way to do it, so I just spat out the truth.

“It’s a brothel. They pretend to be a hotel, but it’s not that. Not really.”

No doubt, they found out about her baby, and the job went. She didn’t realize they’d done her a favor. The way she was crying, I had a feeling it wasn’t just the job that upset her, but finding out she had no home, too.

This was turning out to be one of those fucking weird days. I found Steel off his turf when I just wanted to get gas, head back to the club, but then I found myself strangely drawn to this little lady.

I’d been the hero with her once today. I decided one more time wouldn’t hurt.

3

MELINDA

Steel never wanted to talk. I didn’t want to think about what he would have done to me if the cops or Lucky hadn’t turned up.

I froze and panicked, because I felt as if there was something wrong with me. Why did men feel that I was some kind of toy they could use whenever they felt like it?

But unlike Russ, I couldn’t have fought Steel even if I’d wanted to. If I’d run, he would have caught up with me, unlike Russ who was heavily overweight and lazy.

I’d felt Steel’s muscles and strength when I tried fighting back, but my strength had been nothing to him. He seemed to get off on my struggle, as his dick’s length grew the more I tried to resist him. It had pressed against my stomach, and I’d started to panic about the idea of him raping me then and there.

“Why don’t you come with me?” Lucky mumbled. I gave him a blank look then moved away from him.

Another one?

“I’ll give you a good meal and somewhere to relax, so you can figure it all out. The clubhouse isn’t far from here.” He put up his hands as if he were under arrest. He probably sensed I was suspicious as I folded my arms.

The idea of a good meal was music to my ears, but I didn’t know this guy. He could be making up what he’d said about the Queen’s Bay Inn. But then, even if he wasn’t, it made no difference. I had no job. They’d called to confirm that.

I had to call Bridget and tell her what had happened. It would be good to get Dwayne out of the car seat, too. Sure, he was sleeping again, but most likely, he would need a feed. I hadn’t breastfed him, and I regretted it, especially with the price of formula. It had gone up so much, but all I’d thought about at the time was giving birth to him and being able to work full-time.

This guy had rescued me, and I was being suspicious of him. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Don’t cry, little lady. Look if you want, I’ll just be on my way. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He’d rescued me, and I shouldn’t be treating him as if he was the reason for my tears. As he shook his head, I heard him mumble, “That’s what you get for meddling in other’s business.”

“Wait. I’m not crying because of you. I’m crying about the job. Sure, if the clubhouse is not too far from here, and if your offer still stands, we can follow you.”

My heart raced as I dried my tears and edged toward him.

Please, don’t change your mind?

Please, don’t think that I’m some crazy blonde.

He smiled, and his eyes shone, and it was then that I realized his face was so familiar. I’d never been to this side of Ohio, but maybe, if he wasn’t wearing his jeans and biker jacket, it would come to me.

“Have we met before? Your face looks familiar.”

He chuckled. I wondered what I’d said that was so funny.

“I was going to ask you the same thing. Maybe, you have one of those faces. People often get me mixed up with my son. Maybe, you know Scar?”

Scar?

Lucky?

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