Why can’t they fuck women from other towns?” I grumbled.
“Focus!” Frankie snapped. “We’ll figure out how to punish your whore brothers later. In the meantime, what you’re doing is unsafe and a bad idea. There, I said it. Since I know you’re going to do what you want anyway, be safe, and call me as soon as you can.”
“I will,” I promised and pulled into the hotel parking lot. “I’m here. I’ll talk to you later.”
Taking a deep breath, I got out and found him waiting for me outside the main entrance. “We can talk in the courtyard if you’d feel more comfortable there than in my room.”
“Interesting choice. This place is a little froufrou even for my taste,” I said to buy myself some time to consider his offer. He’d done plenty to piss me off, but I had never felt threatened by him—not really—and I still didn’t.
“They have the best cookies out of all the hotels in the area.”
“You have got to be kidding me. You’re seriously staying here because of the cookies?”
“Hell yes, I am! They have kick-ass shower gel and shit too, but it’s the cookies that keep me coming back,” he shared. “So, what’s it going to be?”
“Since things tend to get heated rather quickly, maybe we should talk in your room for the sake of privacy.” Truthfully, I’d already shared the news of my sister while shouting in public once that night. I didn’t want to increase the chances of someone overhearing by doing it again, especially before my dad and brothers knew. Plus, I slipped my thigh holster on and concealed my handgun under my dress before I got out.
“Right this way,” he said and led me to his room on the third floor.
Inside was a standard hotel room with a king-size bed dominating the space. I chose to sit in the chair in the corner of the room. However, it was time for the shoes to go. Kicking off my heels, I propped my feet on the edge of the bed, crossed my legs at the ankles, and clasped my hands in my lap. “Ready for bullshit. Let’s hear it.”
Even if I got nothing out of our discussion, I figured at least some of it could be used in one of my future books. As much as I hated to admit it, Bronze bantered like a champ.
Kicking off his boots, he dropped onto the bed and mimicked my position. “You first.”
I laughed sardonically. “I’m not the one who has a baby to explain.”
He sat straight up and pivoted, then leaned in so he was almost looming over me. “I don’t have to explain my daughter to you or anyone else,” he seethed.
“Woah, back it up a bit, biker brute. That’s not what I meant,” I said, and bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from asking what his daughter’s name was.
Still staring at me with narrowed eyes, he stepped away and returned to his spot on the bed. “What did you mean?”
I huffed. Saying it again was going to make me sound like I was jealous when I had no right to be. Truthfully, I needed to know he didn’t cheat on someone with me. I don’t know if it had something to do with the way my dad always ran around on my mom, but I just couldn’t live with the thought that I had been the other woman. Choosing my words more carefully, I tried to explain without telling him my life story. “I meant explain about her mother. You said you didn’t cheat on anyone when you were with me. Is her mother not in the picture? And why didn’t you just tell me you were expecting a baby?”
“Because I didn’t know anything about her until she was placed in my arms the morning after I left your hotel room. She’d just been born a few hours before. And then I found out her mother died shortly after giving birth. So yeah, the night I was supposed to come back to your hotel room, I was at the hospital trying to figure out what in the hell was going on.”
“You had my phone number, Bronze,” I said flatly.
“Yeah, I did. In my phone that got fried from being soaked in piss. That’s why I asked Copper to stop by the hotel and leave the number to the burner phone I was using until I got a replacement. The next few days were crazy, and by the