Page 89 of Menace

He was being harsh on purpose. Back when they were together he never swore in front of her, always spoke softly and treated her like she was fucking precious.

Watching her eyes he saw it. Saw the minute she lost her temper but disguised it by lowering her lashes, hiding behind them.

Drawing in a deep breath that made her tits rise up he idly wondered if they were going to overflow her bra and the neckline of her blouse to spill out. When he lifted his eyes to meet hers he saw that she liked that his eyes had been on her tits. Little did the bitch know it did nothing for him.

Not so much as a tingle in his dick.

“For fuck’s sake, out with it. What the fuck do you want?” He snapped.

Her eyelashes fluttered as if she was hurt by his words.

“You never used to speak to me like that. Never.” She said in a broken whisper while shooting hurt looks at him from under her lashes.

All it did was piss him off.

“Bitch, get it through your head, I don’t have time for your bullshit. As far as I’m concerned you’re dead. Tell me what you want, get it done then get gone.” He kept his voice cold and emotionless as he stared down at her.

“I…I didn’t want to do it like this. I…I thought we could sit down and talk. But…but I see it’s not the same for you anymore. You’ve forgotten me, forgotten our love. I have not. I still lo…no, I can’t say it before I tell you the rest. I…I’ve kept something from you, something very important.”

She covered her face with her hands to hide her eyes as she continued in a small voice.

“It’s going to make you angry but please remember I had no choice. Okay? I had no choice.”

She drew in a deep breath then looked up, her brown eyes now reddened and glistening with tears.

Seems like the bitch could cry on demand and he wondered if she used it on him all those years ago. He shrugged it off, he would think on it later.

He didn’t miss the calculation hiding behind the tears.

His years of experience with club sluts trying to pull stunts with tears to get what they want now came in handy.

Not falling for this bullshit.

“I…I need your help, Lucky. I need your help to get our son out of Mexico.”

The breath left his body and he stood there frozen. He couldn’t believe what he heard.

“What did you just say?” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“We have a son. A beautiful son.” She held up a hand when he opened his mouth to interrupt.

“No, please, wait, and listen. I was pregnant when my father sent his men to get me. When I told him I was pregnant he sent me to live with my grandmother until the baby was born. I had guards on me every minute of every day. After the birth the baby was given to my grandmother and my aunt to raise. My father used him to get me to do what he wanted.”

He caught her looking at him from beneath her lashes. Checking on his reaction, but he kept his face blank, not giving her anything.

Behind him he heard Dive and Breaker both give soft grunts. They had caught it too.

“When I recovered from the birth my father changed my name to Isabella Fuentes and forced me to marry Pablo Mendez. He’s a psychopath but for some reason he loves me, it has kept me safe all these years. I’m guarded around the clock, the only reason I was able to come here is my grandmother. She asked Pablo if I could bring her to a specialist herbalist here in Savannah. He allowed it but I have several guards. With my grandmother’s help I was able to give them the slip and come here to ask for your help.”

Lucky pretended to be unfeeling and shrugged at her.

“Why do you need my help?” He waved a hand over her. “You seem to have enough money to hire a team to rescue your son.”

Internally his gut was rolling.

Was it true, did he have a fifteen year old son?

Was she lying? Or was she telling the truth?

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