Chapter Five
The place is cleared out when I re-enter, but I can still hear laughter, so I know they’ve just moved their party elsewhere in the clubhouse. I appreciate it. The whole place is huge inside. I follow behind Dex, taking in every detail. I sigh when I come across a wall full of mug shots. We pass the party room, a kitchen, and a large living room, until we come to a stop. He opens the door, turns on the light, and waits for me to enter.
“Get settled, I’ll get your stuff from both the cars,” he says, shutting the door before he leaves. I look around the room. It’s spacious, with a king-size bed, a cupboard, and a desk. The rest of it is bare. Utilitarian even. I open one of the doors which leads to a decent sized bathroom. When I see the claw foot tub, my mouth turns up into a smile. My day just got a little better, it really is the small things in life.
Dex returns a few minutes later, carrying my bags. He puts them on the bed, turning to me with a contemplative look on his face.
“You hungry?” he asks, his eyes roaming to my stomach.
“No, I’m okay,” I tell him. I still have food in my bag if I do get hungry. He steps closer to me, his fingers lifting my chin up.
“Not the best situation,” he says, lip twitching.
“You think?” I all but growl.
“You can study some of your units online, can’t you?” he asks, scanning my features.
“Yeah I can. That’s what I was going to do. I really want to finish my degree, baby or not,” I tell him. It’s the truth. The degree is for me. It’s what I’ve always wanted. I know a baby changes things, and it might take me longer to do it, but I will reach my goals in the end.
“You do whatever work you can online, you hang out here for a bit, okay?” he says, his eyes softening.
“What am I meant to do here?” I ask him.
“You’ll find your place. Some of the old ladies are nice women,” he says, smiling.
“Some?”
“You picked up on that, hey?” he comments, chuckling.
“I’m a lawyer, what do you think?” I say dryly, causing him to laugh harder.
“Not yet you aren’t,” he points out.
“Whatever,” I sigh.
“What kind of lawyer are you going to be?” he asks, eyes still dancing with amusement.
“Criminal,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him. I don’t really know if I’m going to be a criminal lawyer yet, I just say it to annoy him.
“Is that so,” he says, grinning like a damn fool.
“What the hell is so amusing?” I snap, narrowing my eyes on him.
“Club could use a good lawyer,” he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Oh, hell no!” I say, lifting my finger and poking him in the chest.
“Did you just poke me?” he asks, looking like he’s about to start laughing again.
“Yes, what’s it to you?” I ask belligerently.
“How would you like it if I poked you?” he asks, trying to keep a straight face.
“You already did, you a*shole! That’s how I got pregnant!” I yell in his face.
This time, the laughter doesn’t subside. He falls onto the bed, clutching his stomach like a damn kid. The door suddenly opens, two rough looking men standing there. Both are wearing leather vests telling me they are part of the MC.
“What the f*ck,” Dex snaps at their entrance.
“You all good in here?” one man asks. He looks to be in his late thirties with brown hair and eyes. He has a beard which, I’m not going to lie, he pulls off nicely.
His eyes find me and narrow slightly. “Who’s this bitch?”
“This bitch would be Faye,” I answer in the same tone. How f*cking rude.
“I wasn’t asking you, I was asking Sin,” he replies in an annoyed tone. “Learn your place around here, and fast, little girl.”
Okay, what a jerk.
“Arrow,” Dex warns. “Faye is under my protection. No one so much as breathes in her direction, you got it? And you can pass that on. I know you f*ckers like to gossip.”
At least he was standing up for me. Arrow scowls but doesn’t say anything.
Kill them with kindness.
“Nice to meet you Arrow,” I lie, ignoring his look of surprise. I then turn to the next guy. He has dark hair and eyes, a scar across his neck. It looks like someone sliced him with a knife.
“Irish,” he says with a slight accent.
“Nice to meet you Irish,” I say, nodding my head at him. They both look at me like I’m crazy, and I probably am. Good manners were instilled in me, it’s really not my fault.
“Why do they call you Arrow?” I find myself asking. “Do you have an arrow tattoo?” I search what I can see of his body for any signs of it.
Silence, then laughter.
“What the hell is so funny?” I ask, looking between them in confusion.
Arrow leans against the door and stares at Dex.
“What?” Dex replies, no trace of laughter on his face.
Arrow shrugs, and then looks at me in a new light. “Can’t remember the last time I heard you laugh like that Sin.”
Dex scowls. “Is there anything else?”
“No, we just wanted to meet your baby mama,” Irish says, looking completely amused.
I wiggle my fingers at them.
“Oh darlin’,” Irish says, “You are way too good for him.”
“Get the f*ck out you two,” Dex growls, sending a glare in their direction. They leave, and I can hear their laughter down the hall.
I turn to Dex. “Do I have to call you Sin now?” That’s going to take some time getting used to.
“If you want to,” he says, laying back on the bed. His t-shirt rides up a little, showing off his toned stomach. It should be illegal to look this good. He finds me staring but doesn’t say anything about it.
“I think it would be weird calling you anything other than Dex,” I admit quietly.
“Few things you need to hear. Your actions reflect on me while you’re here. Respect the other guys, respect me in front of the other guys. You can get mouthy when we’re in private, I kind of like that,” he says with a wink.
“So you want me... to not be me in public?” I gape, gritting my teeth.
“No. Not at all—”
“Fine, I’ll try to keep the browbeating to a minimum. In public anyway,” I joke.
“Anything else I should know?”
“You’re lucky I know what that mouth can do. It’s worth putting up with your shit for,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes.
I narrow my eyes on him. “You better not say stuff like that in front of the others!”
“Why not? Sex isn’t some secret thing around here. You’ll learn that quickly, don’t worry.”
“No one is going to...”
“Nothing will happen here that you don’t want,” he says, the tension in the room reaching an all-time high. “Yes, the men enjoy women and regularly, but all the women are consenting. We’re not monsters Faye.”
“I didn’t mean to imply that you are... It’s just, well. I don’t know how things work here,” I try to explain.
“Everyone will come around with you—don’t worry about that.”
I wasn’t worried until he just mentioned it.
“So...” I start. “Where are you sleeping?” I ask, taking in the one and only bed.
“This bed is massive,” he says, lip curving.
“It is,” I agree, waiting for him to continue.
“So, I’m sleeping here with my baby mama,” he says, grinning at me.
“You did not just call me that,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I did. Listen here woman, this is how things are going to go. I’m going to sleep here every night, but don’t worry, I’ll be keeping my hands to myself. Now go take a shower,” he says, covering his face with his arm. I ignore the feeling of disappointment at the ‘keeping his hands to himself’ part. It’s probably for the best. Besides who needs hot sex with the sexiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on?
Me, that’s who.
I decide to let future me worry about it and jump in the shower. I dress in my pink cupcake pajama pants and a white singlet top. When I walk out, Dex is still on the bed watching a movie.
“Finally,” he grumbles, heading into the bathroom. Finally? That was me trying to be quick. I wouldn’t say I was high maintenance, but I’m definitely not low maintenance. Feeling thirsty, I stare at the door, wondering if I should head out or not. My thirst winning, I slip out the door and head to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I pull out a bottle of water and smell it first, just to make sure it isn’t vodka or something.
“May I ask why you’re smelling the water?” comes a highly amused voice from behind me. I turn and come face to face with a very attractive man. Very.
“Well hello there,” I say, checking him out. Shoulder length blond hair. Wearing nothing but a pair of low slung track pants. Amazing body covered in tattoos.
“Nice pjs,” he says, staring at my pants.
“Thanks, I love cupcakes,” I say.
“So do I,” he says through a chuckle.
“You guys should make a calendar,” I blurt out, causing the man to grin at me.
“Who are you?”
Wait, am I not allowed to ask questions like that?
His eyes widen at my question as I wait for his reaction. “I’m Tracker, who are you?”
“Oh good, you aren’t going to kill me or something,” I say to myself.
“What?” he asks, making a choked sound.
I shrug sheepishly. “I’ve been warned.”
“Faye!” Dex calls out.
“That would be me,” I say, giving him the small wave.
“You’re the baby mama?” he says, eyebrows reaching his hairline.
“Oh for f*ck’s sake,” I snap, narrowing my eyes. “Is that going to be my name now?”
Dex walks out, a scowl etched on his handsome face. “Why the hell did you leave the room?”
“I was thirsty!” I tell him, waving the bottle of water at him.
“You were thirsty?”
“I’m pregnant remember? You were there I believe. Yes, thirsty,” I say. I turn to Tracker. “You were just going to tell me about those tattoos of yours?”
Dex turns to Tracker, and if looks could kill.
“Good luck with that one,” Tracker says, his body shaking from laughter. Dex, looking considerably less happy, if that’s possible, takes my arm and pulls me back to the room. He locks the door behind us. He stares at me, as if thinking about what to say. Then he shakes his head.
“Don’t walk around at night by yourself.”
“Am I a prisoner?” I ask him, my tone ice cold.
“No, of course not, but this place is filled with men. You’re beautiful. You do the math.”
“O- oh,” I stutter. God he can be sweet when he wants to be.
“Sleep.”
“Okay,” I say, sliding into bed and getting comfortable. He joins me but stays on his side of the bed.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, I hear him say, “I know you think I’m going to be a shit father, but I’m going to try my best. Goodnight Faye.”
I fall asleep with a small smile on my lips.