L A Y L A
I dropped my purse on parent's dining room table, glaring at my dad. "Did you know he's here?" I demanded, my nerves officially worn down for the day.
My dad arched an eyebrow at me. "You mean that kid that got you knocked up? Yes. Why? You've run into him?"
"He came into my store, Dad!" I shouted, running my shaking hands through my hair.
My dad set down his newspaper. "If he's giving you trouble, I'll get the law involved, Layla. You won't have to worry about him."
"He knows about Matthew." I choked out as I dropped heavily into the chair nearest me. "He saw him this morning when I was locking the door to the stairs to take Matthew to school this morning."
"He doesn't have a leg to stand on, Layla." He reminded me. "He may be clean, but he's still trouble. He walks around here with the rest of those rough necks wearing that leather motorcycle vest like they own the fucking world. But they're only trouble. He would never stand a chance if he tried."
I shook my head at my dad. "Blake doesn't strike me as the type of man to do things legally, Dad." I reminded him.
"He bothers you again, Layla, and you let me know. I'll make sure they get enough dirt on him to lock him up for the next twenty years."
I hadn't seen Blake in a week. And trust me, I had been on the look out. He hadn't been seen around town anywhere, and anytime I saw any of the other guys in his motorcycle club, Blake wasn't with them.
I looked up as the bell above my door jingled, alerting me to a customer. A young woman strode in, probably a good five years younger than me. She was wearing a leather jacket on her shoulders with a pair of ripped skinny jeans and black combat boots. Her inky dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. She was very beautiful, but something about her told me I needed to be on my guard.
"Layla?" She asked, her hazel eyes meeting mine.
"That would be me." I responded. "How can I help you today?" I asked kindly.
"Let's cut the bullshit, yeah?" She snapped. "My name is Isabelle. I need you to come with me, and if you argue, just know my husband is waiting outside for me, and he's not a patient man by any means."
"What the hell do you want?" I demanded angrily.
"Your son is at our club house." She told me bluntly. My face paled. "Someone put two and two together when they saw him and easily placed him as Hatchet's kid. You need to come with me. I'll explain everything on the way."
I nodded jerkily and rushed out from behind my car, quickly setting my alarm and locking my store behind me as I left. I slid into the passenger seat of Isabelle's Escalade.
"What is going on?" I demanded as I watched the man Blake had called Prez pull out behind us, following closely. "Why do you have my son?"
"Correction, Hatchet has him." Isabelle told me as she quickly switched lanes, flying down the road. "I'll give you the run down. Someone placed him as Hatchet's kid, and that someone is an enemy of Hatchet's. They tried taking him from the playground, but Hatchet and Thor happened to be riding by the school at that time, and were able to stop them."
"Oh my God." I choked out, tears swimming my eyes.
"Hun, no reason to panic." Isabelle told me. "If there's one thing Hatchet does, he protects family. And he will do what it takes to protect Matthew, you got that?"
When Isabelle pulled in the gates, a guy wearing a prospect cut instantly slid the gates back closed after Isabelle's husband rode in. I jumped out of the Escalade and rushed into the club house. Matthew ran to me instantly, wrapping his arms around me with a cheerful shout.
"Are you okay?" I asked, kneeling in front of him.
He nodded. "Daddy saved me!" He exclaimed. "Mom, he looks just like me!"
I swallowed thickly as I looked over to where Blake was sitting at a table, watching me cold, flat eyes. "Hey, kid, why don't you come play the playstation with me?" A big, bulky man I had saw yesterday called out to Matthew.
With an excited whoop, Matthew took off for the huge man who easily scooped him into his arms and carried him upstairs. I slowly stood up, watching Blake cautiously as he stood up, striding over to me. "We need to talk." He stated gruffly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me over to a set of double doors.
My eyes widened when they landed on the table in the center of the room as Blake shut the doors behind us. The table had the club emblem carved into it, and the chairs all around it had the emblem stitched into the backs of them.
"You remember Lincoln?" Blake asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah. He supplied you with drugs, and you did his dirty work for him."
"Yeah." Blake grunted. "He flipped his shit when Sabotage began my patch in process to the club. I was supposed to be his guy - no one else's. Sabotage quickly reminded him who ran shit in this town. Lincoln has been looking for something to hurt me with, and with you and Matthew back in town, he's found it. And he will use it if he's given the opportunity, Layla."
"Blake, what the fuck?" I snapped. "So now my son -"
"Our son, Layla." Blake snapped at me. "And I'm gonna fix this."
"How?" I barked. "Matthew has been safe without you in his fucking life, and within the first week of you being in the same fucking town, someone is trying to hurt him!" I yelled.
"Fucking lower your voice when you're talking to me!" Blake roared at me, making me flinch back from him.
"Chill the fuck out, both of you." Sabotage snapped as he stepped into the room. I stepped back on instinct. He was a huge man.
I opened my mouth to snap, but Blake opened his mouth before I could. "Talk to my president sideways, Layla, and I'll make you leave this fucking room crying, you got me?" He snarled at me.
"Stand down." Sabotage snarled at Blake. "The club has already held a meeting on how best to deal with this. I've currently got my vice president and my treasurer out looking for Lincoln. Matthew is Hatchet's son, which makes him family. This club protects family, Layla."
"Not very well." I snapped at him.
"Very fucking well, in fact." Blake sneered down at me. "You don't know shit about this fucking club or the men in it, Layla. So bite your fucking tongue before you disrespect my goddamn president again."
"I should have fucking stayed gone." I snarled up at Blake. "You've always been nothing but trouble, Blake."
Blake narrowed his eyes at me. "I may be pissed as hell right now with you, Layla, but you call me Blake again, and I swear to you, I will throw you over my shoulder, carry you up to one of the apartments upstairs, and make sure I show you why Blake is fucking dead. My goddamn name is Hatchet. Use it."
I stared at him with wide eyes. Sabotage barked out as a laugh. "You two work shit out." Sabotage said, looking pointedly at Blake. He looked over at me. "You and Matthew will be rooming here in the club house until this problem is dealt with. I understand you need to run your shop, so one of my men will be posted with you at all times, and one will be posted with Matthew when he's at school."
With that, he left the room. Blake looked down at me. "Call you dad. Let him know that you're willingly fucking staying here at the club house with me. Because if that old man comes to me again thinking he can talk to me some kind of way because he thinks he's doing a fatherly duty, our son is gonna lose his granddad." He warned.
With that, Blake left the room.