Chapter Three Liza
Pounding on my front door wakes me from my sleep, checking my phone to see what time it was and it is 9 at night.
The boys are sleeping and I passed out on the couch.
I pull up the security camera on my phone, pissed that this asshole is back again.
This time apparently he brought what? Backup?
Someone who was going to plead his case?
Who the fuck knows, but that asshole knows that the boys go to bed at a certain time every night and are sleeping right now.
I climb off the couch and head over to the door. When I get to the door I rip it open and glare at the two assholes standing in front of me. I hear Twister chuckle behind fucking Dragon.
“What are you two assholes doing?” I hiss at them. “I have two toddlers asleep right now and guess what dipshits, I’m fucking excessively pregnant and I was sleeping as well. What the hell do you want?”
Dragon, as I now call him because his fucking real name is for the woman he actually cares about one day, pushes his way past me and into my home. I continue to drill holes in the back of his head. Twister steps up next to me and places a kiss on my cheek.
“I came to make sure he doesn’t make too much of an ass out of himself, but I guess I’m already doing a shitty job. Is there somewhere we can talk? I think he got some information he’s having a hard time swallowing.”
I look up at him confused and then back at the man who tore my heart in two. I nod my head at both of them and begin to walk towards the kitchen. It’s far enough away from the boys’ room that they shouldn’t hear anything. The men follow me into the kitchen and I take a seat at the counter top.
“What is going on? What do you want?”
Dragon looks at me, he’s got pain showing in his eyes and regret, I don’t even want to know what this is about. I’ve had enough surprises to last a lifetime. Two of them are close to celebrating their first birthday, the other one should be making their appearance soon.
“I need some answers and we need to talk because when I came here earlier you refused. That’s over. I want answers, I want to make all this better.”
I roll my eyes.
“What could you possibly need answers to, Dragon?”
He looks pissed when I call him by his road name. He slams his hand on the counter and Twister moves up next to him, they begin whispering back and forth like I’m not even here.
“You know you two could do this at your own home. I mean you don’t really need to be sharing secrets at my home.”
Dragon turns to me with a glare. Oh how scary, I think I’m going to go all weak in the knees. I again roll my eyes at him this time so he can see that I don’t find him remotely intimidating.
“Liza, you know I am not Dragon to you! I never have been, so stop with that bullshit. That’s the first fucking thing we need to get out of the way. You fucking call me Cane and you know it.”
“I’m sorry, I was under the impression that your legal name was only for you know ‘your woman’ or you know ‘ol’ lady’ isn’t that how these clubs work? I mean I read all about that shit in romance novels and stuff. Maybe my information is wrong.”
He gives me a look of almost like don’t give me that shit and Twister chuckles again and moves away from his brother taking a seat at one of the chairs.
I look over and Dragon is leaned over the counter.
His finger is pointed towards my face and really, I think I want to break it.
He woke my ass up and I’m fucking tired.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Liza. You know exactly how clubs run and it isn’t from any fucking romance novel. Let’s be honest with each other now.”
I look over at him innocently, “Oh whatever are you talking about? Can you just get on with your accusations so that I can go back to bed? I’m tired. I’ve got classes in the morning.”
He rounds the counter and turns me in the stool, placing his body in between my legs. Now normally I’d get all hot and bothered by this, and even though my crazy hormonal body is liking he’s right there, I will not show that to him.
He reaches between us and lifts my chin up so I’m making eye contact with him.
“Liza, why didn’t you tell me you are the Skullz club princess?”
My heart rate picks up and my breath starts to quicken. Who told him that? Did someone find me? My eyes bounce in between both of his waiting for him to continue because I have nothing to say.
“You could’ve trusted me with that. You should’ve trusted me with that, if nothing else. I need to know what kind of danger you’re in.”
I try to push him away from me, but the solid asshole won’t budge.
“Listen, I don’t have to tell you anything. All I am to you is your baby mama and I’m sure you’ll have a string of them. My life before you and everything that happened to me is none of your business. We are nothing to each other, remember? You remember all those words you said to me? Because I do,
I remember that bitch in your house straddling you too. I remember everything and I’m so glad that I never opened up to you about any of my past. You didn’t deserve it. Who I am to the Skullz is none of your business. I don’t need your protection, I have plenty.”
“Brother, are you kidding me?!? You told me nothing happened with Jen, that she was just there. She was fucking straddling you?”
Dragon’s eyes don’t leave mine as he answers his brother, “Nothing happened, didn’t even kiss her. She was there and yeah she put on an act like we talked about, but I never kissed her, never fucked her, nothing.”
I scoff because yeah fucking right. I’ve been burned by bikers before. I don’t really believe the ‘it wasn’t what it looked’ like bullshit these men seem to use to try and make themselves look innocent.
“You don’t have to believe me, I know you don’t, but it’s true. I used her to push you away, she knew what I was doing. She was a friend of Sophie’s from high school. They really hadn’t talked in awhile, but I knew her. I asked her for a favor and she agreed.
She wanted to get a bike done for her boyfriend.”
“Oh so you guys are both homewreckers, how lovely.”
He growls at me and steps closer to me if that’s even possible. Both his hands shoot to my face and he moves my head so I am looking at him.
“I was fucking scared! Okay? So fucking scared! I did something I’ll regret for the rest of my life because I missed time with you, I missed time with the boys and most of all I missed all the big moments of you growing our boy. I can’t get any of that time back, but I thought doing this,
I thought pretending we meant nothing would keep the enemy away from you. My mind has been all over the fucking place. I was grieving, I was trying to adjust in a world where the first woman I ever loved didn’t exist. I couldn’t take the thought of what happened to her, happening to you.”
I looked at him and it just all makes me angrier. So I shove him and this time he wasn’t expecting it so he stumbles back a little, enough for me to stand up and put distance between us.
“I get you were grieving, I get you were scared, but nothing, NOTHING, rationalizes what you did to me.
What you put me through! You have no idea what I can handle!
You have no idea why I have been through, what I can take!
You made all these choices about us by yourself!
I thought we were building something and the first time in years I felt safe.
I felt fucking protected and like I didn’t have to be on fucking alert all the damn time!
That got stripped away in a fucking second because you couldn’t handle bringing someone into the life!
Well newsflash, Dragon, I’ve lived the damn life!
I grew up in it! I’ve dealt with the whores, I’ve dealt with the patch chasers, I’ve dealt with the brothers who think that no one is good enough for their little club princess, I’ve dealt with it ALL!
I’ve dealt with so much more! The problems your club has been dealing with are horrible, but I’ve seen worse!
I’ve lived fucking worse! And I’ve lived with it every fucking day since I got out of it!
I know all the dark and dirty! When I met your sisters and they introduced me to your club I thought you were better.
I thought your club was better, thought you cherished your women, thought you weren’t fucking cheaters.
But what the fuck do I know. It turned out we weren’t even in a real fucking relationship.
I let you into my world! I let you into my home, I let you into my heart, let you meet my sons and where the fuck did that get me?
No where! It got me nowhere! So please try again to tell me that I should trust you?
Tell me one more time I should’ve told you all my deep dirty secrets.
Go deep into all my trauma. I grew up with bikers and Vegas mafia and mob bosses, but please tell me that your world would’ve taken more from me!”
He looks at me with a pained expression, “Liza, I love you-“
Before he can continue I start laughing, “You don’t love me, the only people that have ever loved me who have ever showed me true unconditional love are people I can’t even see and talk to regularly because of the shitty people they have to deal with right now to protect me! They are protecting me,
not by pushing me away. I might be hidden, but that was my choice. They respected that. They would’ve kept me safe had I not wanted to get out of Nevada, if I had wanted to stay and deal with everything head on. But after the shitty hand I was dealt, I had to get out of there and they understood,
they are protecting me and my kids. So don’t sit here and tell me you love me. I don’t want your love if that’s what it looks like. Fucking around with other bitches behind my back and even if what you say is true and you didn’t, it doesn’t matter you still did what you fucking did to hurt me!”
I’m getting really worked up and I’m starting to feel cramping.
So I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.
I turn and walk to the living room, opening the safe behind the picture of myself and the boys on the wall.
I pull out the phone that I got from Glitch and pull up the contact information I need.
Me: you’re an asshole for not warning me they got in touch with you. Can you get away? I need someone here, I think I’m going into labor. I need someone to stay with the boys.
With that I put the phone down and the pains are getting worse.
I know it’s not cramping and it’s contractions.
Thankfully my water hasn’t broken yet, so I am fine to try and relax until that happens.
I go walk to sit by the couch to see the two men in my house followed me into the living room.
They are both looking at me with concern on their faces.
“Are you okay?” Twister asks.
“I’ll be fine, can you please leave. I need to sleep.”
“You probably shouldn’t be alone right now. I’m not going anywhere.” Dragon says to me.
“Listen, if I need anything, I’ll call you? Does that satisfy you? I’m going to call Pey because I trust her ass. Glitch is on his way anyway. So just leave. You’re stressing me out.”
“Baby, I don’t want to leave you right now. You are having trouble standing up straight right now.”
“Well good thing I’m sitting then asshole. Leave please. If you want you can sit your happy little ass outside. Just get the fuck out of my house.”
He nods his head, but instead of heading outside he turns and walks up the stairs.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
He doesn’t say anything and I don’t have the energy to. I look at Twister who is now sitting on the chair across from me.
“Let me call Isabella, she’s closer than Peyton. She can sit with you.”
“Sure whatever, what is your brother doing?”
He looks over his shoulder, “My guess Liza, he’s checking to make sure you’ve got your nursery set up, that you’ve got your bags ready and probably to check on the boys.”
Well, I don’t know why he’d need to make sure that stuff is done and I really don’t want him checking on the boys.
“Can you go get him? I don’t want the boys to wake up.”
Twister walks over and sits down next to me, “Liza, he’s not going to wake up the boys. Those boys are his no matter what fucked up shit he did and said, but I’ll go grab him. Isabella is going to sit with you.”