Devil's Kiss (Hellhounds Motorcycle Club Book 1) (9 page)

I sat in dumbfounded silence. I had no idea that my Grandpa, the sweetest, most kind and gentle man I knew, was once a…thug.

Maybe I had been unfair to Cain. I had certainly been mean to him. I still felt guilty for letting him take me to bed then kicking him out, but he had abided by my wishes and I hadn’t seen or heard from him since.

“I don’t know what to do!” I wailed. “Tell me what to do!”

“Follow your heart,” he said as he held my hand. “I can’t tell you what to do, but you will know when it is the right thing.”

“My brain is telling me to have nothing to do with him.”

“
But
?” he asked, drawing the word out, sensing there was more than just what I said.

“But…he has been so kind and understanding, even when I have been cruel to him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know! That’s the problem.”

Grandpa smiled at me and gave my hand a squeeze. “Then maybe you should find out what kind of man he is. Then you will know what to do. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not the man you think he is.”

I looked at him a moment then rose and gave him a long hug. “Thank you. Thank you for understanding…and for not disowning me.”

***

Later, as I drove home, I thought about Cain and if he was taking responsibility for what had happened. Yes, he got me pregnant, but he hadn’t done it on purpose. And, as he said, I was just as guilty for what had happened as he was. I thought about all the things he had done, or tried to do, to support me. He had found something I could eat when my morning sickness was acting up. He had visited the doctor’s office with me and had insisted that I put him on the forms as the father. He had met me after work just to make sure I got home safely. Was that taking responsibility? Perhaps it was, in the best way he could, considering I was stiff-arming him at every turn.

Perhaps I did need to find out what kind of man Cain Rodgers really was.

Chapter 9

As I drove from Granny and Grandpa’s, I dialed my phone.

“Cain.”

“Cain, this is Alex.”

“I know.”

“I’m calling to apologize.”

“For what?” He was being short with me, not that I could blame him, but he also sounded slightly sad.

“I haven’t treated you well.” I paused, to give him a chance to respond, but he said nothing. “Can we meet?”

“What’s the point? You’ve made your position perfectly clear.”

“I know. And I’m sorry for the way I have acted. I haven’t been nice to you; I know that. I would like to talk to you. Please.”

“I’m leaving for Dallas in the morning.”

“I would really like to talk to you. Can we meet tonight? Please?”

I heard him sigh into the phone. “Where?”

“Can we try
Lard Have Mercy?
Third times the charm,” I said to try to lighten the mood, but he was having none of it.

“I can be there in forty-five minutes.”

“Thank you,” I said just before he ended the call.

***

I walked into
Lard Have Mercy
forty minutes later. I had gone there straight from Granny and Grandpa’s house because I wanted to be there before him, but I saw his bike in the parking lot when I arrived. He was seated in a booth at the back and he had no smile for me this time.

“Thank you for seeing me,” I said as I slid into the booth.

“What do you want, Alex?”

“I just want to talk to you, that’s all.” I didn’t like the change in him. Before, every time I saw him, he was neat and upbeat, but tonight he was sullen and he looked, vaguely, out of sorts – slightly rumpled and rough around the edges.

“Well, here I am. Say what you have to say.”

I was a bit put off. I expected him to be glad to see me and I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject of what he wanted to do for me. “First, I want to say I’m sorry. I really am. I had no cause to treat you as I have.”

He stared at me a moment, then gave me a ghost of a smile. “Pregnancy hormones must be a bitch. Apology accepted.”

I was looking at my hands when a plate of beignets, two coffees, and a water arrived. I looked into his eyes as the waitress turned to leave.

“I still wanted to try these,” he said. “I’ll share if you want one.”

My mouth began to water at the thought of them, so I picked one off the serving plate, took a nibble and my stomach didn’t rebel. But I wasn’t quite ready to try the coffee.

“Thank you,” I said as I placed the beignet down on the small plate in front of me.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Us.”

“
Us
? What about
us
? I think you made it pretty clear there is no
us.
So I will do what you want. I will get out of your life. But there is one condition.”

“What?” I wasn’t questioning the condition, but I had totally lost control of the conversation and it was going in a direction I didn’t want it to go. “No. That’s not—”

“If you don’t want me around, I guess I can accept that, but I will be damned if I will let my child be raised like I was. So if you want me out of your life, fine, but you are going to have to accept my financial help. You can put the money into a college fund if you don’t need it. But I am sending it, and you are going to cash the checks. This is non-negotiable. If you don’t like it, tough. Otherwise, I’ll see you in court for custody.”

“Are you threatening me?” I hissed as I leaned across the table. This is not how I thought this conversation would go at
all!

“It’s not a threat, Alex. It’s a promise. You want me out of your life? That’s the condition.”

“You think you’d be a better parent than me? How
dare
you!”

He leaned in and placed both hands flat on the table. “I don’t think that at all. If I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, but you don’t have the first fucking idea what is going to happen. How are you going to work? Are you going to keep working at
The Cat’s Claw
after you start to show? What’s your boss going to think of that? I think having a pregnant chick working in a bar that is known for its very personal service is going to be bad for business. Then what are you going to do? Do you want to continue to work there with all the second-hand smoke? What are you going to do when a customer wants to buy you a drink? Are you going to tell him no, that you can’t, because you’re pregnant? What about daycare? How many daycares do you think are you going to have to choose from with you working all night like you do? I don’t think you are an unfit mother, because if I did, nothing on this earth could stop me from taking my baby, but I have a responsibility to this child and I will do anything, and everything, I can to make sure it has every advantage that I never did. You need my help, Alex, whether you believe it or not. I’ve seen this play out before, and I won’t have it happen again…not to my baby. So if you want me gone, I’m gone. But I’ll not let you drag my child down with you.”

He shoved the plate of beignets toward me as he slid out of the booth. He hadn’t even touched them. “Enjoy your beignets.”

I grabbed his hand as he started past. “Cain! Wait! Please.”

He stopped and looked down at me a moment before he returned to the booth.

“You’ve really thought about this,” I said quietly. The thing was, so had I, and if I were honest with myself, I didn’t have any answers to the questions he asked. All except one. I knew how my boss was going to react. The moment I began to show, I was out of there. I had seen it before.

“Yes I have,” he said. He looked at the plate of beignets before he picked one up and took a bite. “These are good,” he said hefting one in a small salute as he chewed.

“I’ve thought about these same things.”

“And?”

“And, I don’t know. Everything is moving so fast.”

“All the more reason you need my help. I don’t know what you make in a week, but I can send you something. Enough maybe to help you through.”

“Cain… I don’t want your money.”

“You say that now. But the time will come when you may need it. I’m telling you, Alex, and you need to listen to me; your entire life can change in a blink. It happened to my mother. If you don’t want the money, fine, put it into a savings account for junior. But it will be there if you do. And you will.”

“You’re so sure I can’t make it without you?”

“I’m not willing to take the chance. I want my kid to have a different life than I did. I don’t want him eating rice every day because that is all you can afford. I don’t want him dressed in secondhand clothes. I want him to get something other than socks and a candy bar for Christmas. I want him to go to college and be somebody – a doctor, maybe, or an engineer. And even if you can make it on your own, I still want to feel like I contributed. It’s
our
child, Alex.
Ours.
I want to be there when he is born. I want see him grow up.” He paused as he looked at me and sadness filled his eyes. “But mostly, I want him, or her, to know who their father is.”

Tears flooded my eyes and I wiped at them.

“But if you can’t give me that, then at least I will know that I did all I could to take care of them, to make sure they have every opportunity to succeed that I didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, Cain.”

“Yeah, I know. We’ve been over this before.”

“No. I mean I’m sorry for the way I have treated you. You’re right. You should be involved.”

He blinked at me a couple of times. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, everything you said is true. But…I worry about what you do. How can you do all these things, how can you be here for me and for our child if you are dead or in jail?”

“I won’t be. Come to Dallas with me. You’ll see.”

“Cain… I can’t. This is my home. I told you that. My grandparents live here and they need me. I can’t leave them.”

He stared at me a moment and I could see him thinking furiously. “Then give me some time. Let me work out something with the Hounds. Maybe I can move here.”

“You would do that? You would leave your club behind?”

“Let me try to work something out first, okay? I am down here practically every month anyway. Maybe I can start a new charter.”

I thought it over. It was something, but it wasn’t enough. He was trying, I knew he was, but it bothered me that he was still so tightly linked to his club. “You won’t leave your club?”

“Alex… the Hounds are
my
family. Just like you won’t walk away from your grandparents, I can’t walk away from the Hounds. Not until I have no other option. Can’t you give me at least that little bit? Give us a chance to meet on common ground? Let me try to work something out.”

I thought about it. I wanted to meet him halfway, but his club still worried me. It was the uncertainty that hung over all of this and prevented me for going all in with him. And I wanted to go all in. I wanted him to be with me. I wanted to know that he was behind me to help me if I should falter. I wanted that sense of security that Christy had, knowing that there was someone there for her and she didn’t have to face all the responsibilities of raising a child alone.

“It’s hard, Cain. It’s so hard.”

“I know. But, Alex, it’s what I do. If I were to leave the Hounds, I would have nothing – no way to support you. I need time, time I don’t have right now. Please, Alex, trust me on this. I will be here for you. I’m not going to jail. I’m not in danger of being shot…especially now that I won’t be sleeping with other women anymore,” he said with a slight smile. “If I were to leave the Hounds now, you would be
worse
off than you are now, because you wouldn’t have my income to help you. I’m sorry, Alex; I can’t leave the Hounds. Not now.”

I stared at the beignet in front of me. “Then we are right back where we started.”

Cain rose from his side of the table and slid in beside me. “No. Alex, I want you to trust me. I only want what is best for you, for you and the baby. Let me prove it.”

“How?”

“I have to leave for Dallas tomorrow. I’m already late getting back. I had…some unexpected…news to deal with first.” He smiled briefly at me. “But I will be back. And when I am, we can work something out. All I’m asking is for you to give me a chance to prove to you that you can trust me.”

I looked into his eyes and I could see the sincerity there and I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. I believed that he would do everything he could for me and our child, but sometimes fate had a way of interfering. Just like it had with my parent. All the good intentions in the world couldn’t stop a bullet with your name on it, or a warrant for your arrest.

“I’ll try. Take me home?”

He smiled and I allowed him to kiss me. He slid out of the booth, dropped a twenty on the table to cover our bill, and led me out. He escorted me past his motorcycle to my car then held his hand out and I dropped my keys into them.

“What about your bike?”

He opened the passenger door and I slid in. “It’s just a motorcycle. It can be replaced,” he said before he shut my door.