Chapter 14
Dirty – One Month Later
“Son?” my dad calls as I walk out of church, grabbing my phone from the prospect, Alan, on the door, who gives me a head nod and without going to the bar like I would, without stopping to speak to anyone, I head towards the door, fuck, I don’t even look at my dad.
I know he’s most likely confused as to why we’re out of church earlier than normal, but I guess he didn’t see us go in there two hours ago.
Tank has a shift at the hospital tonight, and so does Doc and Rose, meaning church was called early, which was fucking perfect for me.
Today I’m not only going to shock my kids and my girl but inadvertently I’m going to piss Dad and Mama off.
Fuck.
Waving my hand at him, I state, “I’m off to get the kids today, so don’t worry,” and he groans, making me and everyone else chuckle while Mama complains, “That’s not fair, I was going to bake with Lyra and you never pick the kids up,” and I hear a scoff from behind me making me wince.
Ace is still refusing to have anything to do with her and I think she’s over compensating with my kids especially when she barely watched them until what she did to Dad came out, while Dad, well, he loves his grandchildren, and yeah, I said grandchildren, not grandchild.
Lyra is as much mine as Caleb is, as far as I’m concerned.
Over the seven weeks since Caleb forced her into my life, though Hol hasn’t noticed, I’ve been moving my girls in with me with the help of Matty.
When I told him my plans, he seemed eager to have her moved out sooner and agreed to take over the lease.
Something about glitter in his lube…
Did I mention she’s worse than Annalise?
Though to be fair, he did admit to bringing a woman home who fake moaned all night long, pissing Hol off and waking up Lyra, so I can understand her anger, especially when apparently, the lease is in her name.
He moved in with her after she had lived there for about a month promising not to bring women back with Lyra there.
Fucker broke his promise and she’s rightly pissed.
Shaking my head, I walk out of the clubhouse and towards my truck as I spin the keys on my finger, knowing I can’t fit two kids on my Harley, and excitement fills me.
I haven’t done the school run since Caleb started Hol’s class.
Today, the garage is light, and the funds for the next run have been sent through to the Untamed, Huntsmen, and the Devil’s—our affiliated clubs.
My afternoon is free to pick up Lyra and Caleb while Hol will meet with parents for parent’s evening and when my girl gets home, dinner will be on the table, and a hot bubble bath will be ready for her.
I smile at the thought of yet another family dinner before I climb into the tub with her after our kids are asleep, as I jump into my truck.
Since we slept together last month, we’ve only spent four nights apart—only because I had to go on a run two days after our first time.
Even then, I spent most of the run on the phone with her, making sure she knew I wanted only her, that spending the night together meant everything to me and I planned to stay inside her every night when I’m not out on club business.
My girl is a little skittish, probably because of Lyra’s biological father who she hasn’t told me about just yet.
Again, I could look it up, but I won’t break her trust. I’m starting to see that she trusts me, especially after she got on the back of my bike and has done it several times since then.
She just needs a little more time to open up, to tell me her story, and to lean on me.
Years spent denying I wanted a woman in my life, then my son pushes us together and I know how lucky I am to have her and I won’t ruin that, I fucking refuse.
Eyeing my forearm as I turn the ignition, Holly’s name, inked largely down it that Trigger did for me this morning, I grin as I pull out of my parking space.
Let’s hope she doesn’t freak when she sees it, or Lyra’s name below Caleb's on my shoulder blade.
Like I said, they are fucking mine.
***
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen you here, Dirty,” a woman to my right husks half an hour later as I stand in front of the large metal gates, but I don’t look her way, already aware she’s most likely unbuttoned her top a little.
And this is why I fucking hate anything that has to do with the school, and I get my dad to come.
The women, most of them stay-at-home moms with busy or cheating husbands, seem to think it’s fine to hit on you while waiting for your kids or at school events.
If it’s not the mothers, it’s the teachers like Sandra Jones.
I have always stayed professional with her but it never stopped her trying to hit on me which is why I allowed Caleb to go into Hol’s class to begin with.
The woman, who is married to an amazing fucking man that would run into a house fire for her – something he did do after she left her curling iron on and was trapped in the bathroom – had tried to bring her husband’s car into the garage in a nightgown three weeks ago and yeah, I said nightgown.
That’s exactly what it was. It was black, see-through shit, and her nipples were on show.
Tank turned her away and told her to get Tuck to bring the BMW in all while her eyes stayed on me.
Tuck brought it back in three days later, and was shocked by what we had shown him on the CCTV after Sandra tried lying to him about nothing being wrong with his car.
He’s apparently been staying in a motel since and I feel fucking bad for the man.
“Yep,” is all I reply to the woman as I eye the double doors behind the school gates, my body on tenterhooks to catch sight of my woman and kids, hoping this woman will take the hint and fuck off at my curt reply, but I’m not that lucky.
The woman steps closer, and I tense.
Shit like this pisses me off and makes me jittery. The last thing I need is my girl thinking I’m flirting with her students' mothers, especially when her married fucking colleague has already made it clear she wants me.
“Caleb will be very happy,” the woman continues, and I nod again but don’t answer her, needing her to take the fucking hint.
I’m already banking on my son being happy, and I know this will make his day, just like I know Lyra will run right towards me, and Holly will be in awe.
Did I mention I’m still using my kids to win her over?
My anger grows feeling a nail on my forearm as the woman husks, “You know, Sadie said she misses her play dates since Ace hasn’t managed to bring Caleb around.”
Ah shit.
I silently groan, realizing who the woman is, before stepping to the side, ensuring Sue’s hand drops as I look her way and her brown eyes narrow slightly.
“Caleb is busy with Lyra,” I state politely, not wanting to cause a scene knowing full well that it doesn’t matter where we are, she will when pissed.
This woman lied last year, telling my blood brother that her daughter and my son were best friends. He took Caleb to her home several times, and even slept with her after she claimed she was divorced, only for Caleb to reveal the truth.
Sue bribed him with money if he brought a brother to her house, hoping it would be me and my boy thought I was desperate for cash since I was always working at the garage at the time which was only because Tank was put on extra shifts at the hospital.
One afternoon, Ace asked if he was ready for Sadie’s and said he’d wait in the car since he’d discovered she was married.
Caleb cried that he didn’t like Sadie, that she forced him to wear makeup and be her doll, and that he didn’t want the money anymore as he pulled out hundreds of bills, which I told him to keep when I realized the situation.
“Don’t you think they need to have some separation? They are always together, it cannot be healthy. He needs to see his other friends,” Sue tries, and I grit my teeth just as the school doors open.
Not needing Hol to get the wrong idea, I look at Sue and state, “Lyra is his sister, that is what he calls her, so no, I don’t think they need separating, and no offense, but I don’t fuck married women.”
Her eyes widen in shock before she clears her throat and husks, “I’m not married anymore, Joe left me,” as she shows me her left hand but I snort.
Her ring is on her middle finger.
Crazy fucking patch chaser.
I walk away from her just without a word as Sandra walks out the doors first, her kids all running amok, shoving each other, shouting and I raise a brow.
What the fuck?
“In a line now!” she demands loudly as a few run past her, but none of the kids are listening to her.
I blink, then blink again as I watch her grab a child’s arm and yanks them back into the line she desperately wants before she glares at the door.
I look that way and awe and pride overrides me as my darling walks out, her kids all following in line, my son and daughter holding hands in the middle, which brings the biggest smile to my face.
“Dad!” Caleb shouts with excitement as soon as he sees me, causing several eyes to come my way, including Sandra's, but I ignore them as Lyra shouts, “Mr. Dirty!” in excitement.
Okay, so dealing with materialistic women was worth this.
I lock eyes with my girl's blue ones, and I swear I fucking melt at the look of awe and, dare I say, love radiating from her as she stops just shy of the gate.
I give her a wink, and she shakes her head with a smile as she turns to her kids and claps her hands once to get their attention.
They all stand up straight, looking at their teacher, while Sandra struggles to control her kids, some even running out the gate without parents here yet.
Fucking hell.
“Okay, kiddos, when I call your name, you can go, alright?” Holly says loudly, and the kids reply, “Yes, Ms. Robins,” Lyra’s, “Yes, Mama,” just hitting my ears, making me chuckle along with the other kids and parents, and Holly shakes her head with a grin.