Page 10 of My Three S**y Bikers

This time, I wasn’t the only one laughing as Dad said it. Melinda did, too. And then she caught me spying on them.

Fuck!

5

LUCKY

Melinda was so fragile like a newborn baby. We heard Scar laughing at the back of the bar, and then he quickly disappeared as soon as our eyes shifted to him. It wasn’t like him to hide or even be shy. It was clear there had been something between Melinda and him, but he’d been so dramatic about it, and she was casual about knowing him.

How far did it go between them?

“As you can see, the main house is only five minutes from the bar, so it’s no big deal. We just try not to park in front of the bar, to leave space for all customers,” I explained as we left the bar and headed to the main house.

“Oh, no. I’ll move my car. Sorry, I didn’t know.”

I shook my head. That wasn’t the point I was making. I wanted her to know the rules, so she could decide if she was still staying. Judging by things, she had no choice.

She had no job and no place to stay.

As we reached the main house, I quickly stepped in front of her and opened the door. Erin was on the other side as if she were heading out.

“Darn it, Lucky. Where’ve you been? You were supposed to get gas and then take me to the store.”

“Erin. Melinda. Erin is my sister-in-law.”

Erin’s eyes brushed over Melinda as I introduced them. She was acting like a jealous lover. It was a front she put on to keep the cats away. Apparently, I was hot property. I wasn’t sure about that. Women tended not to pay attention to me, unlike Scar. Sometimes, I felt as if I were past it. Too old to play field again.

“Melinda needs a place to stay and a job. You’re always complaining that you could do with a helping hand, so I thought it would be good for you to get one.”

Her dark eyes narrowed until they landed on Dwayne swaddled to the front of Melinda.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes,” Melinda said in a whisper. Then she cleared her throat. “I understand if you don’t want a baby here…”

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence as Erin grabbed the baby and held him in her arms. “How old are you, little fellow?”

“Six months,” Melinda smiled.

It seemed the little icebreaker had gotten Erin to cool down.

“What you good at? Cleaning? Cooking? Serving behind the bar? ‘Cause all of these guys are useless. And when we have the circuit race, which happens once a year, this place gets awfully crowded.”

“Well, I have a garage to run. The club isn’t really a job. I have other things to do.”

Erin shook her head and ignored me, turning her attention to Melinda.

“I can earn my keep and a bit more, because baby milk and stuff is real expensive.”

She repeatedly shrugged, as if she was hoping Erin would say yes. But this wasn’t Erin’s house, and she had no real say in the matter. She knew it, and so did I.

“You could stay. You would help out wherever I say you should help out,” Erin said. “We’ll go through terms. And your rate. But you need to know that whether it’s in the club, cleaning the rooms or the club, I’ll look after this little fellow for you until you get on your feet. And as I said, when the circuit happens, every biker in town and then some comes here.”

“Circuit?” Melinda asked, completely confused. “I’d heard it mentioned, but I have no idea what it means.”

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be about bringing MCs together. The original founder and owner of the land said there should be some kind of thing to bring all MC’s together. There used to be so much fighting and shit back in the day. He didn’t want none of that, and I told him I had an idea of how to do it. He loved it, and so I took over and built this house and the club.”

Erin ignored my explanation as she stretched out her hand. “Deal?”

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