4 Chpt. 4

I follow behind Shank, seeing as how my 6 year old son is not getting on the back of that two wheeled death trap, as we make our way down the semi busy streets to the warehouse looking building where the club holds up surrounded by a high fence. Much like the ones at the State Penitentiary. But those are very unwanted thoughts.

I walk Shane in with Lacie in tow. Her and I plan on going to the gym while Shank tries to hold down a hyperenergetic boy for a few hours. Panik comes out just as we pass through the threshold and straight to Lace he goes. She pushes him off with a smirk.

"Behave. Missy and I are going to the gym. I don't have time to wrestle with you." She glances down at my son as she spits out wrestle. He slaps her ass, the sound loud.

"Gonna work on that ass?" He asks her, palming the said area. I want so badly to tell him to knock the shit off so my son doesn't pick that shit up but this is their house not mine and I know the rules about disrespecting a member. And I already fucked up with Lynol yesterday. Lace grins at him, elbowing him in the ribs halfheartedly.

"Mom!! Look!" Shane all of a sudden starts running to the other side of the open room. I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but Shank follows him. He grabs a red guitar and starts fingering the strings.

"Shane, don't touch stuff that isn't yours." I chide him.

"Its all good. You play, kid?" Panik inquires behind me. Shane nods excitedly. 

"Lets hear it."

My son adjusts the strap around him him and positions the guitar, ready to play.  He smiles at me then starts. I shake my head at him.

"Mom, please." He begs, his big round eyes pleading. I keep shaking my head but his puppy eyes don't falter.

"Fine. Go ahead." I give in to my manipulative 6 year old.

He starts once again and with a deep breath, I begin to do the one thing that scares me the most ... Sing.

"Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. I'm begging of you please don't take my man. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. Please don't take him just because you can..." Swaying slightly as I watch as Shanes head bounces in rythym of his foot as he keeps beat to his playing.

I clap like a proud mom when he's done, beaming at my talented son. "Old country. Who would have figured?" Panik grins over at Margo who flips him off. How very old lady of her.

"I play other stuff. Like I just learned medicate but mom says I can't say the words. So she sings that one too. Right, Mom?" He looks over at me. Feeling suddenly in the the spotlight, I nod. "Wanna hear?" He peers up at Shank, needing to impress him. Shank nods.

I fully believe he only agreed because I have to sing. Jack ass. When Shane starts to whistle the bird does too but not to the same tune. Panik mutters something about loving that fucking bird.

"You only play acoustic?" Panik asks crouching down to Shane once he's finished. Shane can talk about music all damn day. Shank watches me from the other side of the room where he leans against the wall. I just give him what I hope is a passive look, not giving away how hot I think he looks just leaning there. Which is lickably hot.

"No. I know "Gimme Three Steps" on electric." Shane informs the very intrigued Panik.

"This I have got to hear." Whiskey calls from the bar.

Thankfully, he's practiced this song enough that he doesn't need his moms help. Actually, this song is so practiced he can play, sing, AND dance all together.

"You're raising a heart breaker." Margo claps next to me. I laugh. I sure am.

"Did you see those moves?" Lace gushes. Shane bows dramatically after he puts the guitar back safely.

"I take dance." My son informs her.

Shank gives me a dark look. As if to say "dance, really? You're gonna make him a fucking pansy." I glare right back.

"Chicks fucking love a guy who can dance." The lean muscular guy who let me out of the gate the other day grins knowingly at my son.

Lynol smacks the back of his head. "The fuck would you know about dancing?" He asks the guy.

Coming before me, the guy holds out his hand, as if asking for this dance. Feeling as if nothing could be worse than singing infront of a bunch of cavemen, I accept. He places my left hand on his shoulder, my right in his left as his right settles dangerously close to my ass.

And this biker starts to fucking tango. Like actually tango. Like the kind you fucking see in movies or tv.

I haven't danced since college and I forgot how happy it makes me. I fumble at first, feeling odd and off balance and out of step with him before old habits kick back in and I surprise the dude with my agile expert moves.

He lifts me then drops me to my knees with equal expertly practiced moves then lifts me back to my feet before releasing my hand and clapping. I throw my head back and laugh, elated.

"Looks like mom took dance classes too." The guys eyes are lustful.

"I danced a little in college." That's a lie. I danced A LOT in college.

"Shoulda guessed." He scans my body, pausing a minute longer than necessary on my legs which are in full view because I have on yoga shorts.

"Back the fuck off, Schiz!" Shank growls, suddenly behind me. His hand against the small of my back. I shrug him away and head for the door. Lace follows.

"We will be at the gym if you need me." And he will need me.

"Can I come?" Margo asks. I stop and glance at Lace before looking at her. She watches me with observant eyes.

"Yeah." I say kinda slowly. Be rude to say no. Especially infront of all these people. She smiles widely before disappearing into the hall.

"Mommy!" Shane runs up to me.

"What, Shane?" Lord, I haven't even left yet.

"My kiss." He points to his cheek in emphasis. I laugh, crouching down to him and kissing his cheek loudly.

"I thought I would embarrass you if I gave you a kiss." I nod towards Margo and Lynols daughter and ...son? I'm not sure. Lynol said he found Margo with a kid which means ones not his. But she said the boy is their nephew so the girl is hers... But not his? I'll ask later.

"I would never be embarrassed by you, mom." He kisses My cheek back before running back off with the other kids. Awe. "The heartbreak kid." Lace jokes.

I stand back up with a small smile. Shank watches after him. He catches me looking then walks over to me. "I have orders to tell you, even though I hate to, to be nice to Margo. Lynol says she doesn't get out much. Doesn't have many friends." He spits out.

"Ready!" Margo reappears, kissing Lynol before joining us at the door. I watch Shank glance at her, and in that glance I see hate, before he walks away.

What the fuck is that all about?

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Shank doesn't last 3 hours before he calls me, pleading me to help him control Shane. Lynol isn't any better because he takes the phone and begs Margo to come back too.

But we got a good little workout done in the amount of time and even got smoothies on the way home.

Shane and the two other kids are out running about in the parking lot with water guns in one hand and popsicles in the other. "Mom!" Shane yells then sprays me. I shriek then run after him, dropping My bag on the ground.

I scoop him up in my arms, shield his head as I tumble is to the ground and roll. He screeches with laughter and giggles. I roll off him to balance myself on my elbow. "Were you good for your dad?" I ask him.

He sits up too. "Yeah but I think I made him grey." He says. I bust a gut at this.

"That's very likely, honey." We both get to our feet and walk to where Shank sits at a picnic table, smoking a fat cigar.

"Harder than you thought?" I tease him. He glares at me.

"Mom, I wanna keep playing." Shane tugs on my tight blue tank top. I nod for him to go ahead.

"I'm gonna let him tire his ass out so he can sleep on the ride back to the city. But I will need sleep before then." I collapse on the bench across from him.

"I'll watch him. You can crash in my room." He offers. I shudder. He probably sleeps with every whore in this place in that bed. And if he coukd watch him, why did he call me back? I shake my head.

"No thanks. Will you bring him home later. And not on your bike." I use my motherly tone in him. He almost smirks and nods.

"There's a prodigy at the gate!" Schiz calls to Shank. That's catches my attention and my head snaps towards the gate.

"Uncle Red!" My son runs to the gate. Shank is instantly up and headed to get Shane away from the other club President. I follow hurriedly after.

"You must be the son of a bitch I'm looking for." Red spits at Shank.

"Knock it off. What are you doing here? Shane go play!" I start ordering around different people.

"You know him?" Shanks glare lands on me.

"Of course! He's my brother!" I answer. Why do you think his name is red? Shank nods at Schiz to open the gate. I instantly step between the two grown men before they can fight.

"What the fuck is going on Missy Ann? I get a call from Ma all hysterical and shit saying your kids a result of a prison hook up with a Rebel and now shes not allowed to see him anymore because he's making all the decisions for you!" He has no problem getting in my face.

"You better back the fuck up." Shanks voice is low and deadly. My brothers eyes flick up behind me to Shank. I push at my brothers chest.

"She's being dramatic because I told her she couldnt have Shane today because we had plans. She tried just taking him. Didn't even ask." I explain hurriedly.

"So he is a Rebels kid?" Red asks.

"Yes."

"And you fucked him while you were working in the prison?"

"Oh my God, yes!" I shriek.

"So, what? Now you're gonna be his old lady now? Let him tell you what to do! What about Derek? He just asked for my permission to make you his old lady!" My brother starts yelling at me again.

"Who the fuck is Derek?" Shank snaps.

"Is Derek here?" I panic.

"Derek's here?!!" Shane excitedly runs up to us not caring that were all in each others faces yelling.

"No. Hes holding down the club till I get back. Wants to know if you're coming back with me. With Shane." My brother emphasises the last part just to annoy Shank further.

"I'm coming back." I start and I see Red look smug at Shank. "To pack and move back here. Shane needs his father. And I'm in deep with the club." I continue. Now I feel Shank's smug ass look.

My brother looks at me with a dumb look. "Derek has been being his father. What about him? You're just gonna drop him? And deep how?" He rambles.

I take a deep breath.

"I don't wanna be anybody's old lady. Especially not your V.P.'s and I have told him that. And my dad owes them money that I don't have so I'm paying it off another way." I reply.

He huffs at this but accepts the answer for now.

I turn to Shank and pure rage is on his face.

"We have to go. We're gonna leave now and be back in a few days." I lamely tell him.

"Who the fuck is Derek and why you got him around My kid?" He growls. I repress my anger and the need to tell him none of his damn business.

"A guy from the club I've been, y'know, casually hooking up with." I shrug my shoulders.

"And you bring him home to our son?" He snaps again. Our son.

"Hes good with Shane. And Shane really likes him. He needed a father figure, Shank!" I raose my voice at him.

"I am his father. Me!" He yells back. His voice sends me shrinking back.

"Well, you only have yourself to blame for not being there for him." I snap and turn away, calling Shane to me as I leave out the gate with my brother.

Not the best but...I tried.

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