Page 10 of Always Yours

I have known girls and women like her my whole life. They get off on making people’s lives miserable.

She huffs and turns back to Razor. “Baby, you ready to go?”

The high pitch note to her voice is already on my nerves.

“Change first. I ain’t fucking taking you to the doctor with your nipples and ass practically hanging out,” Razor says angrily.

She storms out of the room, and I relax now that she’s gone.

“Your woman?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Fuck no,” he spits out before storming out of the room behind her. I look at Art in question.

“That’s his story to tell,” he says, holding up his hands.

“Alright. I’m ready to head back to bed,” I say before getting up and heading to Art’s room.

Derek “Razor”

I knew what Bianca was fucking doing. She was trying to lay her claim, and letting Liliana know that I was hers, even though I wasn’t. The only reason I put up with her was because of the kid growing inside of her. I knew the chances were great that it was mine. A lot of brothers were telling me that she wasn’t fucking most of them.

I don’t know how I didn’t see that she had set her sights on me.

I would make sure she had a place, and that her and the kid wouldn’t want for anything. That didn’t mean I wanted to be with her. Fuck that.

Right now, my sights were set on Liliana. Fuck me, she was beautiful. I knew I wanted a piece of her. There was something telling me that this woman was going to change my fucking world.

I honestly couldn’t fucking wait.

The fucker who thinks she was going to marry him better not show his face around here. I would love to get my hands on him. I only know a little bit about him but, from what I can tell, he’s not a good man. Shit, this woman took off and made sure he couldn’t find her so that tells me all I need to know.

Bianca has changed into a tank top and shorts that are entirely too short. I guess it’s better than the tiny fucking things she was wearing earlier.

When we leave the clubhouse, she walks towards my ride but I call out her name shaking my head and walking towards Ken’s truck. He let me borrow it to take her.

“Why can’t we take your bike?” she asks in a whiny voice.

“You ain’t my fucking Old Lady. There’s only ever going to be one woman on my bike and that ain’t you,” I snap.

“I don’t know why you are playing hard to get; we both know that I’m going to end up being your Old Lady,” she mutters.

I get into the truck and watch as she stomps her way to the passenger side before climbing in.

“I’m not playing hard to get,” I say with a sigh. Fuck this game is getting tired.

She doesn’t say anything as we make our way to the doctors and get everything done. I keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t try anything.

Once we have the due date, I realise that it adds up to the weekend of my birthday where I pretty much fucked her the whole time.

I don’t say anything as we drive back to the clubhouse, as it starts to sink in that I’m going to be a father.

Fuck. I always wanted kids, but I had hoped to be in love and have my own fucking house by then.

Liliana is gone by the time we are back and, when I ask Bear and his brother where Liliana went, they tell me she went to bed. I try hard not to show my disappointment. Fuck, I really would like to get to know her.

Hopefully without those two hanging around.

Bianca tries to get my attention, but I grab a bottle of whisky and walk towards my room.

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