Page 66 of Menace

It hit him right between the eyes. He hadn’t asked, the most important fuckin’ question and he hadn’t asked it. Hadn’t asked her when he had been born.

“Fuck. I forgot to ask.”

The fucker laughed and shook his head. “You better call and find out because I bet you a beer it’s goin’ to be one of the first questions prez is goin’ to ask.”

He couldn’t call because he didn’t have her number. He called Viper instead.

“Brother, need you to give the phone to Harper. Got a question I need an answer to.”

The fucker didn’t immediately give her the phone.

“What you gonna give me if I do this?”

“A fuckin’ bloody nose, you bastard. Give her the phone.” He threatened.

Laughter rang out and then her sweet husky voice spoke in his ear. Goosebumps erupted on his arms.

“Viper says you have a question to ask me.”

“Yeah, when was your boy born?”

He heard her draw in a deep breath before she answered.

“August 15th. He was born prematurely. His due date was the September 24thbut I fell down some stairs and there were complications.”

His gut contracted. He had seen babies around the club and this one was damned big to be a premature birth. He found it hard to believe her.

Was she lying about falling? It made the DNA test even more necessary.

He had to know for sure.

Forcing himself to be calm he kept his voice even. But only just.

“Thanks for tellin’ me. Listen to your guards.”

It physically hurt to end the call the way he did.

But it was best. Best for her and for him.

He had to concentrate on the job he had to do and trust that his brothers would keep her and her boy safe

Sliding into the passenger seat of the SUV he was silent all the way back to the clubhouse. Magic left him alone, didn’t try to start up a conversation and for that he was glad.

At the clubhouse he went directly to his president’s office. They were waiting for him.

Again.

“How did it go?” Maniac asked.

“Not great. I explained and apologised for the shit at the studio. At least she talked to me, gave me a couple of ultimatums too. No cartel bitch around her boy. And no DNA test, so I’m goin’ to have to get creative because I have to know if he’s mine.”

There were nods of agreement but not from Grave, he looked pissed. Lucky ignored it.

“She didn’t say it outright, but if I fuck Carmella I won’t see her or the kid unless I visit them in SA. I’m not worried because no way will I be fuckin’ the bitch.”

“How are you going to get the DNA test without her knowing?” Grave asked.

Lucky shrugged. “I don’t know but I’ll think of somethin’”

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