“Yeah?”
“You’re dating?” she screeches into the phone, I take it away slightly, wincing at the noise.
“Bitch, how is that any of your business?”
“Maybe it’s because we have a child together, maybe it’s the fact that I’m in love with you and thought now that Vicky is out of the picture, oh I don’t know, that we’d be together?” This bitch is whacked.
“Yeah, we have a kid together, but that’s it. I haven’t touched you in years. What makes you think I’d want you now? Used, dried-up, old cunt?”
Her breath becomes jagged. “You didn’t just say that to me.”
“I did, deal with it. Now unless you need something from me concerning Emily, then fuck off.” I hang up and go to throw my phone but think better of it. Last thing I want to do is to have to buy a new phone right now. Especially since this one is practically new.
It looks like I have a loose end to deal with, but right now, my time is needed elsewhere, with Justine.
I head out, locking my door behind me and take off towards Justine’s house. It’s then I notice a delivery truck unloading some items and going inside. I frown, I thought she just moved in, what’s all this shit for.
“Hello?” I say, entering her house.
“Carson?” Justine calls out. “Sorry, come in we’re just setting up some furniture.”
I walk into her living room and see men unpackaging new couches and a TV. “What’s with the new stuff?”
“Oh, most of the stuff here was Tomas’s, so since he moved out next door, I kind of need my own shit.”
What kind of man leaves a woman with no furniture? Shouldn’t Tomas have bought new stuff instead?
“Get that look off your face, I told Tomas to take all of his things, I can easily afford to get my own furniture,” Justine sasses me.
I smirk, my hand twitches, eager to spank her ass.
I lean against the wall, waiting for the men to finish their jobs. One looks like he’s eager to talk to Justine but keeps glancing at me, unsure of his next move. Glaring at him, I dare him to say something; my fist will be in his face so fast. Mine. Justine is mine.
“Babe,” I call out to her, the man that was eyeing her goes pale and his eyes go back to his job.
“Yeah?”
“Supper done soon?”
“Yeah, babe, just another few minutes.” She’s been going back and forth between the living room, watching the guys work, and the kitchen.
It doesn’t take the guys much longer to finish everything up, they hand Justine a clipboard and have her sign for her shit and they take off, giving me a wide berth.
I follow them out—not to say anything, but to make sure the door is closed and locked behind them.
“Dude, that was Hangman from the Untamed biker club,” one of the guys mumbles out.
“Yeah, I swear I almost shit my pants the minute he came into view,” another says.
“I almost asked out his woman, I could have been killed.” The guys all laugh at him as they get into their truck and I shut the door, smirking.
Good to know my reputation precedes me.
I walk to the kitchen and see Justine is laying food out on the table. As she turns around to grab something else, I pull her to me, placing a kiss on her lips.
She moans into my mouth the minute our tongues touch. And she pulls back. “What was that for?”
“From now on, you kiss me when you see me, the second you see me. Got it.”
She grins and gives me a wink. “I can do that.”
Chapter Twenty
Justine
“Everything okay?” Hangman finally asks after he puts on a movie.
I shrug. “Is this normal to you? Just eating supper and watching a movie? Because it feels so, I don’t know, weird to me. It doesn’t seem to suit you,” I say honestly.
Hangman chuckles. “Babe, I love quiet nights like this. Just because I’m a biker doesn’t mean I’m rough and hard and partying every single day.”
I wrinkle my nose and dig into my meal. I wasn’t sure what Carson, or Hangman liked. Hell, I should really figure out what he prefers me to call him. So, I just made the standard staples of a man’s diet. Potatoes and steak.
He digs into his meal, food getting in his beard, and I giggle. “What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing, just, doesn’t the beard get annoying? Especially with eating?”
“No, used to it.” He shrugs and I grin at him.
“You better clean up after we eat, because you aren’t kissing me with steak juice in your beard.”
He drops his fork and leans over to me. “I’ll kiss you whenever the fuck I want, steak juices be damned.”
I roll my eyes, that’s just not going to happen. “Well, tell me about yourself, we didn’t exactly do much talking last time,” I say, giving him the eye.
After he finishes his bite, he leans back in his chair. “Not much to tell, I’m almost forty-five, got two kids, ones about your age, just slightly older, Emily is ten.”
Well, shit, I wasn’t expecting to hear that. I knew about the little one, but not that he had one my age. “Is this weird to you then, being with someone half your age?”
“Doesn’t bother me in the slightest, does it bother you?”
“Nah, always had a bit of a daddy kink,” I joke.
He snorts, and then looks shocked he did it. “First, no daddy kink, my girls call me ‘daddy,’ so fuck off with that nasty shit.”
“Agreed, it’s called a joke,” I sass him, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Second, you sure you’re okay with this? I’m old as fuck, babe.”
I shrug, pausing to think for a second before I shake my head. “It really doesn’t bother me. Plus, it’s not like you look your age or even act it. You’re a man, it is what it is. Now the real question is, what will your adult daughter think of this?” Because, honestly, that’s what’s worrying me here right now.
“Melissa loves me, she just wants to see me happy and if that’s with you, then she’ll love you, too.” He digs back into his food, cutting his steak sloppily. “She’s had a rough life, shitty mother, shitty foster home. But her big sister, not my kid, protected her as best she could and then the Angels Warriors saved them both.”
Well, shit, I’ve heard about the Angels, they are some serious bikers all about saving people.
He continues on. “You sure you want to hear all this? My daughters’ and my past aren’t pretty.”
“Of course, I want to hear it. I’m in this with you, so I want to be a part of it all,” I tell him honestly.
His eyes flash, something I said, he liked.
“Okay, I’ll take you back to the beginning then. I was young and dumb, was supposed to be on a run but sent my little brother instead. He got murdered as a payback to me. I ended up going for his girlfriend, Vicky, the one woman he loved more than anything. But I wanted her, too. Made her fall in love with me and we got married. Miscarriages were a lot; she struggled all the time with losing children we’d make. But back then, I was a shit husband, I cheated on her all the time. It’s when she started hating me. And I don’t blame her. The final straw was when she realized that Emily was mine. She left, seeking sanctuary with the Angels. I was on the warpath because I wasn’t about to lose what was mine. I finally found her, and she’s shacked up with my long-lost, dead brother.” I look at him in shock, how could his brother be alive? “Yeah, my reaction, too. Turns out he had help, he was on the brink of death, and someone helped him live. But as much as I was relieved to have my brother back, alive, I still wanted Vicky. So, I forced her back home with me. It’s then I found out she was pregnant, having my brother’s baby, so I signed the divorce papers and sent her back. But, it wasn’t before she told me about Melissa, my daughter, whom she met when she took off and hid with the Angels Warriors. Felt like shit, I was a father and never knew about it. Left her in the cesspool of bullshit her entire life.”