The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(47)

As we turned into the lot, we were met by several members of the rival gang. All of them brandishing a weapon of some kind, and I felt helplessly unprepared. Buck seemed unfazed by any of it as he parked in the middle of the entryway.

“Which way is that prick, Connor?” he asked.

A few of their number seemed to be preparing to attack, but a shout echoed out from the tavern.

“I’m in here,” he shouted.

The two of us pressed onward; I stayed close enough to Buck that I could smell him. Which really wasn’t that close, if I’m being honest. I wrapped my arm around his.

The inside of the bar was quite nice. The tables were mostly new, the bar was decently lit, and they even had a pool table in the back that didn’t appear to be missing any balls.

“You beat up two of my boys,” Buck started.

“And you f*cked my sister,” Connor replied.

“Yeah, but she wanted it,” Buck barked out.

“I didn’t,” Connor said.

“And, what does that matter to me,” Buck asked.

“It should mean everything. I have enough guys here to wipe your small club off the map.”

Buck laughed.

“But, you wouldn’t all make it back.”

A girl walked in and sat next to Connor. I could only assume it was Gracie. She was a petite thing, and I was surprised that Buck didn’t break her in half when they slept together.

I wondered if that’s what Buck preferred now; petite women. He always seemed more interested in full-bodied women when we were together. Not that I would consider myself very busty in any way, but I still had curves. More guys liked me for my long taught legs, though; even I thought they were my best feature.

“You Gracie,” I asked the girl.

“That’s my name, now what does an old worn out hag like you want with me?” she asked spitefully.

I wanted to break her, and Buck could tell. He threw an arm in front of me and shook his head no. I understood what that meant right away, and Buck always made good on his threats.

“I’m glad I got to see the little slut that Buck spent the night with,” I said, “now I know what a broken condom looks like.”

Gracie went red in the face and dang near leaped from her seat to strangle me, if Connor hadn’t held her down.

Connor and Buck just seemed to share a laugh watching us girls duke it out. It probably did well to diffuse whatever animosity was between the two men. Still, the more I looked at Gracie, the more I could see the man Buck was. It was as though I were staring at every woman Buck had ever slept with while we were an item. It only served to make me fume.

“Tara, get your ass outside, this is between me an’ Connor. I don’t wanna listen to a shouting match between two bitch seats.”

I exhaled, trying to rid my lungs of the fire that was building. I knew Buck was right; taking his advice I marched out of the bar and took a seat on his bike.

I was interested in hearing what was going on, but a nagging feeling in the back of my head knew that Buck wouldn’t like knowing that he was being spied on. I shuffled nervously in my seat while the rest of Connor’s gang eyed me like a pack of ravenous wolves.

If anyone in Buck’s gang were to eye me like that, they’d be missing teeth and memories. Buck always made me feel safe, no matter where I was. Even now, I knew that nothing would happen. But, I didn’t want to wait too long.

The door swung wide, and Buck strode out, tucking his shirt into his pants.

“I think we figured it out,” he said.

“That’s good.”

“I’ll tell you all about it on the way back,” he added.

We plopped back into his seat, and after I returned to my usual place behind him, he took off down the road. I heard Connor shouting in the back, but paid it no mind.

Buck didn’t say anything for a while. He was a stoic man, rarely discussing matters with the gang; it was nothing new. I broke the silence after we hit the half-way point.

“Are you going to tell me what the plan is?” I asked.

He didn’t respond right away, it appeared he had not the words.

“Buck, if it’s bad news, you should tell me,” I said.

“Gracie wouldn’t let up,” he said, “so I told him I was gettin’ hitched.”

I looked at him with a puzzled and confused look. I never imagined him getting married, and even so I didn’t even know he was dating someone.

“Who are you getting’ married to,” I asked.

“You.”

I started chuckling at his obvious joke, but my humor changed when I noticed he wasn’t joining in on the laugh.

“You’re kidding, right?” I said.

“Nope,” he replied.

I was trying to piece it together in my head, but it still wasn’t making sense. I began to feel faint.

“Buck, stop the bike,” I said.

“We’re almost back-”

“Stop the bike!” I said, interrupting him.

He slowed the cycle down and pulled off in a gravel embankment. As soon as we were slow enough I jumped off the bike, doubling over while trying to catch my breath.

“You told him that we were gettin’ married,” I said calmly, trying to figure everything out.

“I told Gracie that she should stop pursuing me because I was marrying you. Connor seemed to buy it well enough. Besides, it’s not like we weren’t going to get hitched one way or another.”