lady?” I ask.
Once again, he looks at me with his lop-sided grin.
“No.”
“Would you like an old lady or do you like sharing women around the club?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth I internally cringe at how far my curiosity is going.
“I’m sorry, that really isn’t any of my business.”
“Don’t worry about it. To answer your question, I’m not against settling down like some of my brothers. When I do, I’m not going to fuck about, as soon as I know it’s her, I’ll know she’ll be my old lady,” he says, leaning forward on the table.
I lean closer myself.
“How will you know it’s her?”
“Because she’ll be beautiful. She will be everything I need, everything I want. Pure and kind but strong and feisty all in one,” he pauses and covers Zachery’s ears with his hands, then whispers, “She’ll make my dick so hard it will constantly ache. She’ll be mine and she’ll want me as much as I want her.”
As soon as he’s finished he releases Zachery’s ears and leans back leaving me breathless.
For a split second and I mean split second, I imagine what it would be like if he felt that intense desire for me. Then I snap back into reality and regain myself.
“Oh Zachery, look at the mess you’ve made,” I say quickly, trying to change the conversation.
When I move his plate away, he squirms down off my lap and toddles over to his bricks.
“He didn’t eat a lot,” Slade murmurs.
“He ate enough.”
As I clean the pasta off the table, one by one Zachery brings his bricks over and hands them to Slade. I couldn’t help smirking, he obviously wasn’t comfortable around children.
I take the plates and scrape the leftovers into the bin and rinse them off in the bathroom sink.
“You’ll have to remember to wash these properly later,” I call through from the bathroom.
“I will. Come here, my turn to ask questions,” he calls back.
Unlike my early suspicions of them hiding something from me, I don’t have anything to hide. With Zachery playing quietly with his toys, I sit back down at the table.
“Ask away,” I smile.
“What were you expecting to happen when you thought Billy was here?”
“I was expecting to find Billy and I hoped he would accept Zachery and be a part of his life.”
“And a part of your life too?” he asks.
“Billy and I weren’t like that. We were friends who slept together a couple of times,” I explain once again.
“How did you meet Billy?” he asks.
“He tried pawning some gold, turned out half of it was fake. He hoped I’d only check a few pieces and pay him for the weight. When I said I’d only pay him for the real gold, he laughed and said he was trying his luck. He came in a few more times and each time he stayed a little longer, we talked and from there we’d meet up for drinks. Then one night just as I was locking up, he came in saying he was leaving, he didn’t say what he had done, only he was in trouble. We stayed in touch for a couple of months then I couldn’t reach him anymore.”
“You worked in a pawn shop?” he asked, looking completely surprised.
It was like he took in everything about my life but not about Billy’s part in it.
“It was my dad’s business. When he got sick I took over and ran it for him. I’d been to the shop with him millions of times growing up so I knew how it all worked.”
“You must be able to handle yourself then working in a place like that?”
“I’m not a walk over if that’s what you mean. How did you meet Billy?” I asked, flipping the conversation back to him.
From the day I arrived and drove into their biker world, I’ve wanted to know why Billy joined them.
He was taking too long thinking of his answer, it can’t be that difficult to remember how you met someone.
I felt like pushing him for an answer but I held back, Slade doesn’t look the type who likes to be pushed in anything.
“I first met him after he became a prospect. I didn’t really know him