Breaker: An MC Romance

Chapter 5

Breaker

”Mr. Mendoza?”

I smirk and rasp, ”It”s Alex, Goldie.”

Fuck, she”s perfect. When I walked into her classroom, my main focus was to ensure Noah was alright. But when this perfect woman standing in front of me, looking shocked, snapped at me and called me out for my shitty behavior, I was fucking tongue-tied. And the fact my boy has been sabotaging every man that tries to speak to her make me fucking elated.

I know I shouldn”t condone that kind of behavior, but he loves this woman, he wants this woman in his life, in my life, and I fucking love the kid for this.

He brought us together, and now I need to ensure she gives me a chance despite my being an asshole.

She clears her throat and asks, ”What, uh, can I do for you, Mr. Mendoza?”

I grin as she walks over to her Fiat, unlocks it, and places her stuff in it. My gaze drops to her jean-covered ass, loving the view.

I remind her, ”It”s Alex,” needing to hear my name on her plump, rose red lips.

She turns to look at me with arched brow as she moves her long blond hair, which was up in a bun this morning, out of her face. I chuckle at the small smudge of paint on her cheek before deciding to show exactly what she can do for me, not willing to hold back. I dismount my bike and walk over to her, making her eyes widen. She doesn”t step back; she holds her own, making me smile as I stop right in front of her, and slowly glide my thumb over her soft cheek, making her suck in a breath.

I murmur, ”You have paint on your cheek.”

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing, a throat I really fucking want to kiss and lick.

She rasps, ”Jacob did it, accidentally.” She took a deep breath, then said, “Um, uh, Jack mentioned that the men in your MC only let their old ladies use their real names, and uh, I could swear he said your road name was Breaker, not Alex.”

I smile wide and bend down as I reply, ”Hmm, it is. When I was little, I was known for breaking shit.” She smiles a little. ”But I want you to call me Alex.”

Confusion fills her eyes as she asks, ”Why?”

I smile, bending the rest of the way, and gently press my lips against hers, making her gasp. I take advantage, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I groan at her taste before I slowly pull back, not wanting to overdo it and scare her away.

I ignore her question and command, ”Come get a drink with me so we can talk…. Please.”

She blinks, her pulse is racing in her neck, and again, I want to lick it. Instead, I wait patiently for her answer, hoping the kiss left her flustered enough to agree.

I know I”m going from zero to a hundred and that I’m a stranger to her, but I won”t let this opportunity pass me by.

Twenty minutes later, I sit opposite her in a quiet corner of Devil”s Rose bar, and my heart is pounding.

I want her. The feeling Dad and Crow said I”d feel, I fucking feel it. I want to know everything about her: what she likes and dislikes, her family, her fears, dreams, everything. Fuck, I feel a great need to touch her. I itch to reach out and feel her flesh against mine. Sitting across from her, I want to grab her, and even though this table is small, she”s still too far away….

Fuck.

She’s staring at her hands, so I lean forward and gently grab them. Finally, she looks at me, still confused as to what”s happening right now, and I smile, deciding to start the conversation with the basics.

”How”s my boy doing in class?”

My question seems to work. Her pretty, dark blue eyes light up at the mention of him. I gently rub my thumb along her hand as she starts to speak, her passion coming through tenfold.

”God, he is doing so well despite it only being two weeks since the start of the year. He”s a sweet boy who thinks of others. He helps the other students without being asked, and is such a hard worker. He”s good with numbers, loves art—” She gives me a pointed look and states, ”maybe a little too much,” causing me to suck my lip ring, trying to hide my grin as she continues. ”And his handwriting has already improved in the past few days. He”s more focused on staying on the lines and—do you know, every morning he comes in with a little flower for me?”

I grin and remark, ”You sound like you like your job.”

She grins, and my heart races at how beautiful it is as she says, ”Like it? No, I love it. Nothing is more rewarding than watching the kid”s little eyes light up when they get something right or how serious they get when they concentrate, wanting to succeed….”

She stops rambling, a blush coating her cheeks. We make eye contact, and I grin at her, deciding to explain myself, not able to hold back any longer because, well, I”m a fucking stranger to her.

”Since Noah was born, he”s been my main focus.” Her eyes soften. “When he turned two, the problems started.” I take a deep breath and admit, “I wanted to settle down—I still do—but every woman I have tried to even have a conversation with, he does something to sabotage it.”

She winces. ”Like the paint?”

I nod with a chuckle. ”Yeah, but worse…. Fuck, he actually set someone”s hair on fire the other day.”

Her eyes widen, and she stammers, ”H-How?”

I chuckle, gripping her hand tighter. “He managed to get a hold of a candle. One minute, I was talking to the girl I”d been seeing, and the next, her hair was in flames.” Her mouth drops open in shock, and I nod, admitting, ”You”re the first woman he”s taken a shine to.”

She furrows her brows and asks, ”Is that why you wanted the drink?”

I smile and admit, ”No. As soon as I made eye contact with you, I knew you were mine.” She goes to open her mouth, most likely to deny it, but I squeeze her hands and whisper, ”My heart races with you near.” She freezes. ”I feel like, even though we”re sitting close, I”m not close enough. I can”t explain why I feel this way, but I do. My dad always said that once we met ‘the One’, we”d know, and I…shit, I don”t want to frighten you, but Goldie, you”re the One, and I”m not the type of person to just sit back and idle in the shadows.”

I keep eye contact, ensuring she can see my truth.

All she can mumble is, ”My name is Quinn, not Goldie,” which makes me smile.

I lean forward a little and gently tug on her golden blonde hair, which is a light as the sun. ”It”s your hair, golden like the sun.”

Her breath stutters, and she stammers, ”I-I I have issues and-and….”

I squeeze her hands. ”Most of us do ,pretty girl, but, as my brother Tats states, ‘In life we have to take the bull by the horns.’ I”ve learned not to take life for granted. I saw you, and I saw my future. I know I”m probably scaring you, but all I”m asking for is a chance. That”s it.”

She swallows hard, looking down before admitting, ”I”m not good at relationships and-and I”m your son’s teacher.”

I squeeze her hand to get her to look at me and state, ”My son adores you. It”s just a few dates, Quinn. That”s it, and if we don”t click the way I believe we will, we”ll be friends, because, well, Noah loves you so…” I trail off and shrug, making her chuckle a little before sighing.

She looks around the room before looking back to me. I can see her thinking, her eyes hazy in that faraway way. I remain still, only my thumb moving along her hand, letting her think. Finally, she tips her pretty head and removes her hands from mine, making my jaw tick. I go to speak, to fucking plead and beg for her to at least get to know me, but I stop when she does something remarkable.

She lifts her hand out between us as if to shake, then states, ”Hi, my name is Quinn Sanders. I”m twenty-five and a Kindergarten teacher to adorable five-year-olds that most call Ms. Anders.”

I grin at her and take her hand, giving it a little squeeze before shaking it, and placing it on the table. I entwine my fingers with hers, needing her touch.

I state, ”It”s lovely to meet you, Quinn.” She smiles, her whole face lighting up at my willingness to play along. ”My name’s Alex Mendoza, I”m twenty-nine, with a five-year-old in your class. I”m the Sergeant-at-Arms with the Devil”s MC, and the majority owner of Devil”s Temptation. I go by Breaker, a road name I got because I broke many things growing up, but you can call me Alex.”

We both grin at each other before we spend the next two hours talking, and the more she speaks, the more I know she”s my forever. She seems kind and sweet. She loves kids and her job, and Noah adores her even after only two weeks.

She”s fucking everything.

After an amazing evening, I follow her, against her wishes, to her duplex on the edge of town, ensuring she got home safe. I give her a small peck, not willing to scare her too quickly, before heading to the club. God, I’m fucking happy.

I get to the club within twenty minutes of leaving my Goldie and walk inside with a pep in my step. However, I halt at the quietness, my smile soon fading. Everyone has shocked looks on their faces.

Dreading the answer, I ask, ”What”s happened?”

No one answers me, but I do notice my cousin, my fucking rock, looking ready to fall apart. I look around the room and see everyone staring near the bar, my eyes going to where Doc and—fuck me….

I growl in the quiet room, ”Please fucking tell me, Doc, that you have not fucking given your fling, a patch chaser, your fucking cut?”

Prue Sharp, a bartender at our club and a fucking patch chaser scowls at me while Doc looks down in shame, not willing to stick up for the bitch because he knows I”m close with Ken, but he doesn”t know we”re related, and he”s just hurt one of my favorite fucking people.

Prue snaps, ”Are you going to let him to me that way, baby? The mother of your child?”

I shake my head at his stupidity and laugh. I can”t help it. She fucking trapped him, and because he decided not to act like a man and claim Kennedy when he had the chance, he”s fucking lost her now.

I give him a sneer and clap my hands, spitting, ”Bravo, Doc…. Did you at least ensure she was actually pregnant before handing her your patch?”

His jaw ticks, and I laugh again. Fuck me…of course, he fucking didn”t. Some doctor he is! I”d bet my left nut she isn”t, or if she is, then it”s not his. Doc values family, he always has, especially after his momma chose her boy toy over her family a year after Lola was born. Prue was clever enough to use his history against him, and the fucker didn”t even think twice. And by the looks of things, this is how Ken found out about every fucked-up thing.

I give him a look of disappointment as Kennedy snaps out of her shock and walks toward me. I see the hurt and pain.

”Kennedy…” Doc murmurs, causing Prue to pull him back by his arm when he goes to take a step forward.

As Ken walks out the door, I point at him before Prue can open her big mouth. ”Don”t even fucking think about it. You have your old lady, now leave Ken alone.”

I turn and head out of the door, leaving him with a scowl on his face. He made his fucking bed, now he can lie in it.

I rush to her as she gets to her jeep and grab her arm, pulling her into a hug. She lets out a sob, gripping the back of my cut, and admits against my chest, ”He told me they were finished. I-I slept with him, gave him my virginity….”

My jaw ticks as I hold her tighter. Finally, she pulls back a little to kiss my cheek, and then steps out of my hold, and I instantly feel like I want to bawl.

”You”re taking the job offer, aren”t you?” I ask.

Her tears fall, and she quickly wipes them away before admitting, ”I think it”s best for everyone around that I”m no longer here.”

”But she”s probably not even pregnant, Ken,” I blurt.

”I know. I saw the gleam in her eyes.” She lets out a huff and admits, ”She even tried to warn me away a few months ago, even though he was always meant to be mine. But now…now he”s hers, baby or not. He gave her his cut without question.” She sniffs. ”I-I can”t stay here, around them, momma and daddy, or this club, I-I just can”t.”

I nod, hating the situation he”s fucking caused, and rasp, ”You better fucking keep in touch with me, do you hear me?”

She lets out a watery laugh before hugging me. ”Of course. Noah would never forgive me, but I don”t…I don”t want to stay in contact with anyone else. I think a clean break is best.”

I nod in understanding and hold her tighter. ”Make sure you stay in contact with Sniper, too. You know he”ll be pissed otherwise. Go make me fucking proud little cuz, yeah? Rule that hospital and show them how amazing you are, and how much you deserve to be on that program. Believe that no one is better than you as their NICU nurse.”

She nods, holding me tighter before releasing me and climbing into her jeep. We lock eyes one last time before she shuts her door, leaving me feeling alone.

My best fucking friend.

My anger takes hold. She doesn”t even get to meet Quinn because of that fucker.

Shaking my head, I go back inside to see Lola being held back by her dad as she screams at Prue, who stands there with a fucking smirk, all while Doc stares off into space.

The fucker.

I rush down the steps and head his way, making him look at me before my fist hits his jaw, and he lands with a thud on the wooden floor. The club goes silent, looking at me in shock as I point at him and state, ”Well done, fucker. Ken”s leaving town. I hope you”re proud of yourself.”

Doc”s eyes widen as he gets up, and, ignoring the blood pouring from his lip, gets in my face and demands, ”What the fuck do you mean she”s leaving town?”

Prue grins wide, no doubt happy about that news.

I give him a humorless smirk. ”Just what I said. Well done, brother, for not confirming the bitch was actually pregnant.” I get in his face. ”And well done for taking a virginity you had no right to when you were still seeing that whore. Don”t fucking bother speaking to me again.”

I shove him, ignoring the hurt look in his eyes, because he can fuck right off. I turn to the back door. Crow follows after shoving Lola into Sniper”s arms. Crow tells him to take a protesting Lola to her apartment and not let her try to stop Kennedy, knowing Kennedy needs this.

Being married to Momma, he knows my relationship with Kennedy, so he knows how hard I”m going to take this, how hard Noah will be hurt by this.

How could an amazing evening turn so fucking sour?