Page 7 of My Three S**y Bikers

I shook my head, and we stood for a second, our stares locked.

“I’ll hop on my bike, and you can follow, but wait I need to put some gas in my bike.” He smiled as he broke our silence.

Shit! I need to pay for mine.

I nodded as I turned around to face the station as I remembered.

“I need to pay for my gas.”

He didn’t say a word, but he nodded his head, to show that he had heard me.

Once I paid for the gas, I headed towards my car. Then, I got in and put on my seatbelt and started the engine. Lucky was in front of me. I smiled as Grace, my car, revved up with no problems. Grace. I named her after Grandma. She was old and battered now, but to me, she had a kind heart just like Grandma. Oh, I wish she was here now. I could visit her, and she would welcome me with open arms and a smiling face.

That was what Lucky had done.

Maybe, Grandma had sent him to me, to let me know that not everything in my life was so bad.

I followed him, thinking about the past, and how I’d gone from planning to go to community college to being pregnant, having a child alone and now being homeless once again.

Maybe, I wouldn’t call Bridget and tell her the bad news just yet. She would worry and panic about it all. Then she’d try to rescue me, but she couldn’t. I wouldn’t do that to her. Maybe, once I got to the clubhouse, everything would fall into place. I had no idea why it would, but I had Dwayne, and he was more than an angel to me. I’d never expected to be able to produce someone so precious, but he was evidence it was possible to do anything, including getting out of the mess I was in right now.

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Lucky was right.It was a short ride, just ten minutes. The low gas in my car let me know I couldn’t be on the road too long or I would need gas again.

I stopped the engine when we got to the clubhouse. A couple of bikes outside stopped me from being so anxious about gas. The whole idea of going in there with loads of men made me feel on edge.

I worried about getting out of the cars and then whoever in the club seeing the clothes I was wearing and getting the wrong idea.

I had a few clothes that still fit me after the pregnancy, and one outfit was these denim shorts and shirt. I’d lost weight while working to make ends meet and eating felt like a luxury, so my clothes were evidence of my weight loss. They seemed to hang on me, rather than frame my body. Russ always used to tell us to wear shorts and a fitted shirt that wouldn’t leave much to the customers’ imaginations. It was why most of my clothes were the same, because all I did was work and never socialize.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked as I stopped the engine. He’d already parked his bike and walked up to the side of the car.

Wow! He was really trying to take care of me, and I had bad thoughts about his motives for bringing us here. I returned his smile.

“Just the baby’s bag,” I replied while getting out of Grace and pointing to the other side of the car. Once out, I put on my baby sling and took Dwayne out of the car. He woke up, yawning and looking at me as if he were happy to see me.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” I smiled, and as I admired him, I forgot completely about my surroundings and that I was with Lucky.

“How many months?”

I didn’t even realize that Lucky was standing so close to me, as I became mesmerized with my baby.

“Just six. Nearly seven months.”

Lucky smiled, and it was as if Dwayne recognized him, smiling at him, too.

Weird?

Dwayne was the type of baby who was curious, but he had to know someone before warming up to them, but this dark-haired spiked stranger had done it in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t forget your purse,” Lucky warned.

He didn’t know it only held my driving license. My empty purse didn’t feel like anything to lose. I kept my last ten bucks I had in my bra. A trick I’d picked up from Bridget.

Always keep your money close. You can’t afford to lose it.

“This is the Devil’s Legacy club. I’m the president. I should have introduced myself properly at the gas station.”

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