9 Chpt. 9

I slowly get back to my feet and step between Schiz and Shank in case of a fight breaking out. 

"Shane go to your room. Take Mike." I tell my son. He grabs Mike's hand and they scuttle back into the hallways whispering.

I glance back at Schiz to find him in just his jeans. And they're not even zipped, displaying skin instead of boxers. "Where the hell is your shirt?" I ask him.

He just grins at me, eyes trailing down my body. I look down and see that, in fact, I'm wearing his shirt and not mine. Well, damn. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath.

"I'll ask again, What the fuck is going on?" Shank steps closer to us. I step the rest of the way infront on Schiz. He places a hand on my hip, yanking me back against him. I feel him harden against my back and I shift my feet, my ass moving against him. That lit flame kindles again inside me at his touch.

The action catches Shanks eye and he glares at me. But what the fuck else is new. All he ever damn does is glare and bitch at me.

"The obvious. Why is Shane home already?" I ask.

"I told you. He got scared being away from you so I brought him home. I tried to call but you didn't answer." His eyes go behind me to Schiz as if to accuse him for being the reason.  And he so was.

"Shit. Sorry. I didn't hear my phone." And that's not a lie. I didn't. I was probably sleeping.

"I think it's time for you to go." Shank takes the last step to be in my face. I place my hands on his chest and the fire erupts but I choose to ignore it in this possible crisis.

"Sure thing." I hear the smirk in Schiz's voice. Keeping a hand on Shanks chest, I turn and watch Schiz grab his leather cut off my counter and slide it over his naked tanned shoulders.

"You should take your shirt." I tell him. He looks at me, in my eyes, as he adjusts himself then zips his pants.

"Sure, if you're gonna take it off right here, right now." He challenges. I grin.

"You think I won't?" I ask him with a cocked eyebrow.

He comes right up to me, ignoring an ever glaring pissed off brooding Shank with that smirk still in place. "I think you won't." He confirms.

I pull away from Shank but not to grab the shirt and pull it off. I exhale. "You're right I won't. Because there's two kids down the hall and they don't need to be scarred for life." I cross my arms.

"Doubt scarring is what a body like yours will cause. Keep the shirt. Looks sexy on you anyways." He kisses my forehead before sending a look over at Shank and leaving out my door. Shank waits until the roaring of his motorcycle fades before grabbing me by the arm and shoving me against the wall.

"You'll do anything to get into the club, wont you? Gonna sleep with each and every one of them until one decides he likes you enough to keep you around?" He snaps. I gasp and rip my arm from him. He puts both hands on either side of me on the wall caging me in.

"He came here. I didn't go to him. I didn't call him. And it's none of your business who I socialize with!" I snap. A dark smile spreads across his face.

"Its my business when you're bringing them around my kid. And it's damn sure my business when you're socializing with a brother. Because you're the mother of my son and thats my club!" He yells. I flinch but he doesn't care that he's scaring me.

"Fine!" I'll give in if it makes him get out of my face. It's not like I planned this.

He steps away from me, heading for the door. I should ask him to say bye to Shane but I just want him gone. But then I remember Mike is here.

"Your nephew." I remind him.

"Hes spending the night here." He leaves. What the fuck? He didn't even ask me if that was ok. I don't go out and start yelling at him for many reasons but the most important being I want him away from me.

I check on the boys to find them both asleep in my old twin bed. I flip the tv off and cover them both with Shane's favorite Avengers comforter.

My room is dark so I turn the lights on to glance around the area.  I can still smell the sex in here. Reaching over the other side of the bed, I pull off the sheets and throw them to the floor. A neon orange post it note catches my attention the the headboard mirror. I laugh at loud.

'Couldn't find my boxers' and his number. Should I call him now? No. No, don't look desperate. And I don't even know what this means. Does he wanna hook up again? Well, he didn't leave his number cuz he's worried about his boxers, Missy. But what does this mean with Shank. Or Shane? Ugh.

I flip back in the bed, too tired to think.

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"Mom!" Shane jumps in my bed and starts bouncing the matress beneath me. I roll over and grab him, rolling us over and tickling him. He screeches with laughter.

"We want food!" He yells through his giggles. I forgot Mike was here. I let him go and find Mike standing by the door, watching. He looks out of place. I pat the bed next to us and he cautiously comes to sit beside me.

"What do you guys want for breakfast?" I ask them. They look at each other.

"We can go to IHOP?" I suggest. They both nod and I laugh. Every kid loves pancakes. I scoot them off the get dressed (hoping Mike dresses himself at this age) and do the same. I throw up my hair and put jeans on underneath Schizs shirt with a bra. Because I can not be walking into IHOP without a bra on.

The boys eat and then I let them play at the park for a couple of hours while I just watch them. A couple of other moms give me looks. I don't doubt its because I have on a a club shirt or because words gotten around town I have a kid to one of them. Fuck them. I've always  hated how small this town is.

Taking several deep breaths, I climb out my car to follow the boys inside the club house. I don't see Shank anywhere but I spot Schiz at the bar eating a pizza with one of the others and having a beer. I don't know if I should go up to him or not.

He looks up and catches my gaze. My jaw drops at the sight of him. His whole fucking face is bruised an ugly purple and black. Forgetting whatever reasons I fabricated to not go to him fade away and I find myself standing right between him and the other dude.

He smirks at me against the bruising and grabs me closer to him. The other guy takes the rest of the pizza and gets up. "I ain't sticking around if being near you gets me looking like that. I'm too pretty." He mutters. Schiz just laughs.

"Shank did this?" I ask him. He shrugs. That means yes.

"We had some words. You didn't call." He changes the subject. I roll my eyes. Men.

"Well I guess being beat up is worse than being called a slut." I muse as I take the now vacant seat behind me. His eyes narrow and for the first time since I've met him, his smirk disappears.

"He called you a slut?" He asks.

I shrug. "When he's mad, he says hurtful shit." I say. He might apologize later.

Schiz shakes his head, muttering incoherently under his breath. I pat him knee. His smirk slips back but his eyes aren't playful anymore.

"Why didn't you call last night?" He asks again.

"I had two kids to put to bed and I was tired." I laugh.

"You had Mike too? Damn." He grabs my legs and yanks my stool so close to his, I'm basically in his lap.

"My son is here, behave." I warn him.

"I am." He grins and I see the playfulness back.

Over his shoulder I watch Shank appear from a back room and right behind him a blonde with her tits all out. I jump up from Schiz, searching for Shane. Jesus. This is why I don't like the club house.

"He's outside, don't worry." Schiz rubs my back. Thank god. Shank notices me and makes his way to where I stand after muttering something to the half naked club hoe.

"What are you doing here?" He asks in a not so soft tone.

"Dropping off Mike." I answer calmly.

"And you have to sit in Schizs lap to do that?" He grunts. I roll my eyes with a sigh. We are not doing this again.

"Yup." I pop the 'p'.

He grabs my arm just like last night.

"Get your fucking hand off of her." Schiz keeps his voice low.

"This doesn't fucking concern you, Schiz." Shank tells him. His voice isn't promising another fight just trynna remind him of his place.

"She's mine. It concerns me." Schiz says a little loud. A few eyes glance out way. His?

Shank full out laughs at this. "Yours? After one fucking night. Her shit ain't that good." Shank releases my arm. My face burns at his words. Why is he always so cruel.

"Maybe you just weren't hitting that shit right." Schizs words are simple but Shanks face darkens and he steps toward Schiz. I shove his shoulder and step between them.

"Knock it the fuck off. Didn't you get that shit out of your system last night when you pummeled him?" Lynol appears and dominance vibes off of him. He stares Shank down. Shank backs off.

"You can fucking have her." Shank mutters.

"I wasn't asking for your permission." Schiz snaps.

Shank stares at him a second longer and I watch him visibly force himself to start back towards his room.

"Shank!" I call to him.

He turns back to look at me. Something burns in his eyes. Something I can't read. I exhale.

"Will you watch Shane for a while? I need to get some unpacking done and he wants to play with Mike. I can't watch them and unpack. Please?" I ask him. Whatever I saw in his eyes dies.

"Of course. Gimme 5 minutes." He continues to his room. I turn back to Schiz and narrow my eyes at him. His? I don't even know his damn name.

"You're cute when you're mad." He smirks and pulls me to him as he sits back in his stool.

"I don't even know you." I tell him. He shrugs.

"Ask away." He says. I huff and just settle for punching his chest.

"Hit like a bitch." Schiz rubs the spot. I laugh and punch him again in the same spot. He catches my hands and pulls me between his legs.

"I can't believe you shamed Shanks potential in bed." I mutter in his neck. He full out laughs at this.

"That selfish asshole doesn't scare me. Someone needs to knock him off that high horse he's perched on." He gently pushes me back and picks at his own shirt I'm wearing.

"And you didn't do that last night?" I scoff. But then again Shank didn't have a scratch on him. Schiz watches the wheels behind my eyes spin. Then he smiles when I finally realize. Schiz didn't fight back last night. He let Shank beat him. For me. Don't ask me why. It's a weird biker thing.

What Schiz was doing was really asking for permission from Shank because he's my tie to the club. Shank probably thought he was kicking Schiz's ass for overstepping boundaries.

"Holy shit." I tenderly touch his swollen undereye. He takes my hand and kisses it, causing butterflies. I shake my head.

"Who said I want to be yours?" I ask him with my hands on my hips. He smirks, his green eyes darkening as they travel my body.

"You did. Last night when you didn't cower down infront of your baby daddy." He replies. I snort.

"Ugh." Is my response.

"What's the big deal? I like you. You like me. You're mine." He laughs. I shake my head again.

"Until when?" I ask. How soon until he's done.

"The fact that you asked that instead of telling me to fuck off in that mom voice of yours is a fucking great start, babe." He slaps my ass with his big hand and the sound echos in the quiet room, not everyone is awake yet.

"You Skank!" I hear Lacie screech. I jump and see her coming from a room in the back with Panik shirtless behind her.

"Uh oh." I mutterbbecause my best friend is fucking crazy. And has this need to know everything. Schiz laughs.

"Lynol!" I call to the President. He looks up from his phone at me.

"Can you make sure Shane gets to Shank?" I ask backing towards the exit. Schiz keeps laughing. Lynol nods.

"I'll call you later!" I tell Schiz before turning and quickly leaving.

"You can run, but I know where you live!" Lace follows me.

"Shane, I'll come pick you up later! Love you!" I call to my son where he plays with a football with Mike. He waves to me.

I jump in my car and wait for Lacie to jump in the passenger side before leaving out the gate to go home where I'm bound to be hounded with questions from my nosey bitch of a friend.