The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(40)

When Rebecca got home, she was surprised to see Hull waiting for her. The man had his motorcycle parked in her driveway, much like Jason had a couple of weeks before. She parked her bike next to his and climbed off. He smiled.

“What’s up?” she asked him.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I feel like I gave you enough time. You ready to figure this out?”

Rebecca sighed. “I don’t know what I need to figure out. I don’t want to be with you.”

Hull shook his head. “I don’t believe that.”

“Well, you better start believing it. I don’t want what we had, alright?”

“I love you,” Hull said, trying to take her hand, but she pulled it away. “I love two things,” he went on. “The Hammers, and you. I want both of you back.”

“You’re going to take on Jason?”

“I’m going to get The Hammers back, and I’m going to get you back.”

Rebecca felt anger rise in her chest. “I don’t want to be gotten back. I’m a person, not a club, not something you own.”

Hull sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so angry. I love you. You hurt me, but seeing you, I… I want to fix it.”

“There’s nothing to fix,” Rebecca said, and she left the man standing in her driveway.

Hull stayed true to his word, in both aspects. He sent her flowers a couple of days later, and he somehow got a hold of her cell number. He didn’t drown her with attention, it never went from yearning for her into creepy territory, and Rebecca found herself wondering why she was being so hard on the man.

As for The Hammers, Jason made clear that he had no plan to let Hull into the group, and Hull made it clear that he didn’t want to be in The Hammers, he expected to lead them. The contention between the two men over the weeks grew so much that Jason forgot about his campaign against Rebecca, and the young woman found herself enjoying being in the group once more.

Her love life and the club drama came to a head the same night. Rebecca was in Drive, a small biker bar not far from where she lived. The Hammers hung out there a lot, and they had taken over most of the bar that night. Rebecca was shooting pool with Gloria, head bobbing to the rock song pumping out of the jukebox when Hull made his way into the bar.

Every set of eyes was on him. Most of The Hammers knew him from before he left, and they had known his father, and those who didn’t knew him now that Jason was fighting with him. Jason was near the back of the bar, and he tensed up, but Hull ignored him, instead going straight to Rebecca.

“Can I speak with you?” he asked.

Rebecca sighed. “I’m busy.”

Gloria leaned over the table towards Hull. “You can speak with me all night honey,” she said.

“If she keeps turning me down, you’re on,” Hull said with a grin. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile.

“You have two minutes,” she said. “Say your peace and let me get back to pool.”

“Let’s go outside,” Hull said.

“Fine,” Rebecca agreed, and she let the young biker lead the way to the parking lot. They stood off to the side of the dingy bar, in the gravel lot. The sky was dark, the only light coming from the silver moon which hung in the sky and the cars which passed by on the four-lane highway the bar was situated off of.

“I want to speak, and don’t interrupt me,” Hull said. “You always interrupt, it’s one of your worst qualities.”

“Are you trying to get me back?” Rebecca said with a smirk.

“Hush,” Hull said. “I know you got scared when we were younger, I know you didn’t want to be a mom. I was ready to be a dad, but only because I wanted you. I would have done anything for you, and coming back, seeing you again, I realize that I would still do anything for you.”

He stopped speaking, and Rebecca waited for more. Hull laughed. “I thought that would take longer. But that’s it. I would do anything for you. I don’t know why you hate me.”

Rebecca sighed and shook her head. “I don’t hate you, Hull. I love you. I think… I think I hate myself. I know that’s it. When I freaked out, and you ran away… and you ran far, let’s be honest, I hated myself for it. And now, I’m scared if I ever do something to make you run again, I’ll hate myself forever.”

“Well, don’t make me run,” Hull said, and he smiled and reached for her hand. Rebecca let him take it. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

“Let’s go to my place,” she said with a grin when they broke their kiss.

“Let’s grab a beer first.”

Rebecca frowned. “Jason is in there.”

“I’m not afraid of him.”

“Come on, do you need to be macho right now?”

“It’s just one beer,” Hull argued.

“Fine,” Rebecca relented. “One beer, and then come home with me.”

“Deal,” Hull grinned. They went inside. They were at the bar for only a moment when Jason was there, tapping Hull on the shoulder. Hull rolled his eyes and spun around on his barstool. “What?” he asked, not bothering to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

“You aren’t welcome here,” Jason said.

“It’s a free country, right?”