Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(11)

He says nothing.

“Dex,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and lifting my chin up in defiance. He studies me, his blue eyes narrowing slightly, but says nothing. I shift on my feet, his silence making me squirm. His mouth is set in a tight, thin line, and I know he’s far from happy with me. It’s hard not to feel intimidated in his presence, but I refuse to back down. I force myself to look him in the eye and continue.

“Don’t make me stay here Dex,” I say softly, my gaze darting to the front door in apprehension.

He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a draw, taking two steps away from me as he does so. So I don’t have to breathe in the smoke? I have no idea.

“Do you trust me?” he asks quietly.

“What?”

“Faye. Do you trust me? Yes or no?”

I stare into his clear blue eyes. “Yes, I trust you.”

His expression softens at my admission.

“Come on then, let’s get you to bed,” he says, tilting his head towards the door.

I still don’t move.

“You let me in, you’re carrying my child. What choice do you have?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “You have no other option Faye.”

He doesn’t look smug as he says it. Just like he’s stating a fact.

And I hate that he’s right. Where else am I going to go?

I have nowhere, and no one left to turn to.

I lost everything in one night. Over one mistake.

“Get inside Faye,” he says, turning around without looking back.

My eyes dart from his car back to him. Rake isn’t even here yet with my car.

Do I really have a choice?

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

Then I follow the Dragon into his lair.





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 *! 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.