Dragon's Lair (Wind Dragons MC #1)(9)

We are over. There’s no going back now.

“Faye…” he whispers, his voice cracking. He sees it. He knows it. It’s done with.

I smile sadly. “I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”

He runs his hand through his hair. “We can say it’s mine.”

My eyes flare in surprise. I didn’t see this one coming. I actually consider it for a moment, but then I see him with that other woman.

It would all be pretend.

Fake.

And I don’t want to live a lie. “Eric, thanks for the offer, but that isn’t going to work. Take care of yourself.”

I get in my car and start the engine, his eyes on me the entire time.

As I pull out of my driveway, I leave him standing there looking helpless.

Looking just how I feel.





Chapter Four





The present

The drive home is uneventful. Dex is quiet, playing head-banging music the whole drive, giving me a migraine.

“Still like shit music I see,” I comment.

“This is Five Finger Death Punch,” he replies, sounding offended. “Still only listen to commercial crap then?”

I make a hmmph noise but don’t reply. The song changes to some alternative? hipster music I’ve never heard before, so I put in my ear phones and stare out the window, into the darkness of the night. I lower the volume so he can’t hear ‘You and I’ by One Direction playing. I finally fall asleep but instantly wake when Dex touches my arm. He pulls the ear phones from my ears and speaks.

“I’m stopping to pump petrol, do you want anything?” he asks. One of his hands is on top of the steering wheel, and I stare at the tattoos covering his knuckles. On one hand W.D.M.C is spelt out, a letter on each finger.

Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club.

“Faye,” he snaps, when I don’t answer.

I blink and look at his face. “No thanks, I’m fine.”

“I’ll get you some water,” he says, sliding out of the car. God, he’s so bossy.

And hot—but that’s another story.

A few minutes pass when I see Rake walking up to the car. He comes to stand right at my window and taps on it. I blink slowly a few times before rolling the window down.

“Hey,” he says, smiling as he lights up a cigarette.

“Um hi,” I reply, staring at him. My lips quirk as I look at him, his smile contagious.

“Can’t wait to get home,” he grumbles around his smoke.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I say, shrugging sheepishly.

He chuckles. “Was worth it, seeing Sin get all worked up.”

“Sin?” I ask, my lips pursing. Is that what Dex goes by nowadays? “Do you know what he’s planning on doing with me?”

Rake looks over the car, then takes a step backwards. I turn my head to see Dex get back into the car, a bottle of water and a chocolate bar in his hands.

“Thanks,” I say as he hands them to me.

“See you at the clubhouse Sin,” Rake says, tapping his hand on the top of the car before walking off.

“Sin?”

“Drink the water Faye,” is all he says in reply. He starts the car and drives back onto the main road, following behind Rake in my car. I take a sip of water to get him off my back then turn my body towards him.

I have so many questions right now.

“Why do they call you Sin?”

“They just do,” he replies shortly.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, scrubbing a hand down my face.

He sighs heavily, like he’s sick of me already. “You’re going to stay with me. I heard that your piece of shit parents kicked you out, so you’re with me until you can get back on your feet.”

That is kind of nice. As much as I don’t like being told what to do, it’s going to save me a lot of stress, having a stable place to stay during this pregnancy. However, I do have other concerns.

“Where exactly do you stay? With a group of bikers?” I ask slowly, not wanting to offend him. But at the same time, I’m not living with a houseful of bikers.

“Who told you that?” he asks, frowning.

“Eric.”

“Of course that little bastard did,” he sighs, looking straight ahead at the road. I stare at his handsome profile, waiting for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t.

“Dex… I appreciate you want to keep an eye on me and the baby, but I really don’t feel comfortable staying with you and your friends,” I tell him, shifting in my seat.

“Was Rake horrible to you?” he asks, his voice hardening.

“No, of course not…”

“Good and neither will anyone else be,” he says. “No one will hurt you. Do you think I would ever let that happen?”

“I’m not going to win am I?” I mutter, pushing my hair off my face.

Dex laughs at that. “You’re a fast learner babe.”

I bite my lip, staying in silence for about ten minutes before I can’t hold it in anymore. “Do you guys kill people? Or do Illegal shit? Is it true you have groupies?”

Dex sighs again, this one long-suffering. “Are you going to be a pain in my ass the whole time you’re living with me?”