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“You need anything, holler. I’ll be out here to handle whatever comes up. If any of the women here bother you, just yell and one of the men will set ‘em straight. I’ll let Scout and Mitzi know to look out for you and check in once in a while to see that you have everything you need.” He seemed to think about what he’d just said. “Probably just Mitzi, now that I think about it.”
He left after that without an explanation, and I had no clue who Mitzi was, so I supposed none of it really mattered anyway.
When I first started working for Kip and Ashlynn, I wasn’t sure what to expect from a biker and his wife. Everything I knew about motorcycle clubs was from things I’d seen on TV. It made me immediately want to feel bad for Ashlynn. If what I’d seen on TV had been any indication, she was probably treated like shit and cheated on all the time.
I also figured Kip would be an asshole, hard to deal with if he even bothered getting involved with his son’s care personally. All my preconceived notions had gone out the window as the first month passed. I thought that Kip would be the person in the relationship who was completely checked out, maybe hitting on the babysitter or asking if I had friends.
That hadn’t been the case. Kip was one hundred percent respectful, and if I were to suspect either of them of carrying on an extra marital affair, it would be her. No realtor worked the hours she did. Maybe if they lived somewhere like New York City or Los Angeles, but not in the middle of nowhere, southern Georgia.
This was God’s country where people believed in keeping business hours and taking the Lord’s Day off every single Sunday. How else were they supposed to go to church and still have time to sip sweet tea on their front porches while talking about how little their neighbors tithed this week, or that Becky Sue’s dress had been just a tad too scandalous for Sunday service?
I didn’t think that Kip was dumb, but for some reason he seemed blind to Ashlynn’s lies about her whereabouts. It wasn’t my place to point that out, so I kept quiet about the things that I couldn’t prove. Speculation could make me lose my job. Truth, with proof, would also probably cost me the job, but at least I’d be saving someone the heartache my mom put Jeremy and me through.
Kip was a catch. Even if he wasn’t the right person for me, I knew that Ashlynn was lucky to have him. He loved their little boy something fierce, was a kindhearted man, and one who could still be tough and get things done when it was called for. He was the one who took care of his son when I was at school, not the child’s mother. In fact, I’d only seen the woman interact with her baby twice in the whole time I’d been working for them.
I’d always pictured myself with someone more like my dad. Well, more like the father I’d known growing up - Jeremy Williamson - the businessman who attended church faithfully every Sunday, never cursed in mixed company -unless he just found out that his daughter wasn’t his biologically.
Maybe, knowing that the suits and money didn’t help keep his wife faithful, had changed my attitude on where I should find happiness. I didn’t think I’d find it with a man like Breakneck, who regularly took two women to his bed, but the appeal with him was in knowing exactly what to expect.
I couldn’t see Breakneck sticking around after an unwanted pregnancy the way Kip had done, but I also figured he’d never lead a person on to believe he was in love with them while creating a whole different family with someone else. He was the happy medium between the duty and obligation Kip lived by and the insanity my mother created.
Besides the physical aspects of Breakneck’s unbelievable body and handsome face, I truly thought that was what appealed the most about him. You always knew where you stood with the man.
It only took a little over an hour before Kip and Breakneck both marched themselves back through the clubhouse doors. They immediately headed in my direction as Kip started to explain himself.
“We went to pick your shit up. Your landlord wasn’t there, but I think he may have stolen your stuff.”
My eyes widened. That would be awful, since I only had about two bags worth of stuff to begin with, thanks to the books I’d purchased for the semester.
“My books?” I asked, unable to hide the fear in my voice.
“I dropped them off out in your car,” Kip explained. “There weren’t any clothes in the drawers though.”
I blew out a relieved breath. “That’s because I have them all with me,” I explained.
“You what?”
“They’re out in my car in an old book bag.”
“You’re telling me that your entire wardrobe fits into an old bookbag?” Breakneck asked.
Knowing he was listening in, and had seen where I’d been living, made me feel deep shame for my circumstances. I shouldn’t have. Everything I had, I earned through hard work and never took handouts from anyone. Still, it sucked for people to know that I only had the clothes on my back and a few others besides and that I’d basically been living out of a single room in a house.
When I didn’t answer Breakneck spoke again. “We need to know if you’re being serious, because otherwise, that pervert was stealing your shit.”
“No. My stuff is all in my car. The only thing I left there were a few of my college books because they’re heavy and when I tried to lug all of them around, they ripped my other bag a bit.”
“Jesus.” Breakneck turned to Kip. “Get her to your house and straighten that situation out.” He turned to me then. “I’m picking you up at seven. We’re going to grab some dinner and get to know one another.”
He was not asking. The man basically demanded a date from me. At least, that was what he seemed to imply. “Like a date?” I asked as heat bloomed in my cheeks.
His answering smirk was only slightly humiliating, but the fact that he didn’t even answer made things worse. He walked away as Kip lifted his son from the playpen.
“Come on, let’s get you to the house, so I can show you to your new room.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked again.
“Positive.”
