Page 71 of Menace

Remy shoved his face into the screen from the side. To say he was angry was to put it mildly.

“Did I hear you right? Did you say Lucky is the father? Why hasn’t he called to tell me? My folks don’t know either or they would have called. What the fuck is goin’ on, Harper?”

At least he remembered to use my new name.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you guys. When we had our thing I gave him my word that I wouldn’t contact him once he left, not ever. When I found out I was pregnant I didn’t know what to do. And then Ryder was born and we came here and I never saw him. But I’ve since told him and he now knows about him but like I said, he wants a DNA test. He’s got a lot going on at his club and can’t be seen with me.” I tried to explain but by the look on Remy’s face I could see he didn’t like what I was saying.

“Are you tellin’ me that he’s put the club ahead of his own child?” Remy snarled.

Shaking my head I tried to explain.

“Like I told you, he doesn’t think Ry is his. And he said there’re things going on with the club and if their enemies found out about us we’d be in danger. He’s staying away for our safety. His president gave him a job to do and he can’t be seen with me while he’s doing it.”

Remy’s face changed. He went from pissed off to worried almost instantly.

“Fuck.” He looked at Pixie who was glaring at him when she punched his arm.

“I know that look, you know what’s going on, don’t you?” She hissed.

“If it is what I think it is then Lucky is right. Keep your head down and avoid notice. The people they are dealing with are dangerous, very dangerous.”

I nodded then shrugged.

“Lately I’ve been doing that, going to work and coming home and nothing else. But then Lucky came into the studio with his woman and she took an instant dislike to me and to Ry. Not sure why because I acted like I didn’t know him, she was incredibly rude and I refused her service. Afterwards Lucky came to see me. We talked about our shit, he demanded a DNA test that I refused, and then he told me she was a job he has to do for his club.” I shrugged.

I knew they both knew what it meant when both of them groaned.

Waving my hand to stop them from speaking I changed the subject.

“Enough of that bullshit. How’s your baby girl doing?”

Both looked a bit pissy but they allowed me to have my way.

“Her doctor is happy with her progress and thankfully she’s not a giant like her daddy.” She grinned and winked. “Or her cousin.”

Remy laughed. “Show me your boy again.” He ordered.

I did and showed them my boy.

“That boy is a Boudreaux through and through, except for the eyes. Lucky needs a fist in the face for not seein’ it.” Remy growled. “I’ll call the fucker and give him a piece of my mind.”

Oh no. I didn’t want that.

“Please don’t, I don’t want to cause more tension between us than there is already. He’ll come around eventually.” I knew I had about as much chance as a snowball in hell that he would listen to me.

We kept talking after Remy said goodbye and left. I knew he was going to call Lucky and I didn’t care. Lucky could have called his brother to let him know. He didn’t. His problem, not mine.

Eventually Pixie and I said goodbye and made arrangements to talk soon.

As I ended the call I felt a bit lost. Seeing the two of them together was a kick in the gut. I wanted what they had. I wanted a man by my side who loved me. A man who considered me the most important person in his life.

I’ve never had that and I still don’t have it.

The man I wanted was a biker and most bikers always put their clubs first. As he did.

I had no idea what was going on in Lucky’s life while he knew every move I made because of the men his club had guarding me. It wasn’t fair, not by a long shot. But then again for most of my life nothing has ever been fair.

I was used to it.

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