Devil's Kiss (Hellhounds Motorcycle Club Book 1) Read Free Page B

as good as what she used to make, but it was still pretty good, and I almost always took leftovers home from with me.
     
    She was quiet for a moment, swishing a brush around the bowls. “Okay. But I can tell something is bothering you. You’re not mad at us, are you?”
     
    I would have laughed at the question, except I could tell she was serious. “No! What reason could I possibly have to be mad at you and Grandpa?”
     
    “I don’t know. That’s why I was asking.”
     
    “Granny, it’s nothing you did, okay? It’s just… life.”
     
    “What’s the matter, honey?” She turned to face me. “Is there something we can help you with?”
     
    I finished scooping tomorrow’s dinner into the plastic container and sealed the lid. I concentrated on pouring the remainder of the dish into the larger of the two containers and didn’t answer.
     
    “Alexandria? Tell me what’s wrong.”
     
    I could feel the tears threatening, but I fought them off. She scraped the remains out of the serving bowl into the plastic container and then took the dish from my hands and placed it back on the stove.
     
    “Alex?”
     
    She hardly ever called me Alex and I could feel the tears threaten again. I pulled her into a hug and held her tight. “I’m in trouble,” I said with a sniff.
     
    “What kind of trouble?” she murmured as she held me.
     
    “I’m…” I began but stalled, unable to say it, afraid of her reaction.
     
    “Alexandria…” she cooed as she slipped from my embrace. “You can tell me anything. Tell me what’s wrong, honey.”
     
    “I’m afraid you will hate me.”
     
    I watched as Granny’s face softened, almost as if she were going to cry. “Alex, honey, I could never hate you,” she said as she touched my face and pushed my hair back. “Just tell me what’s wrong.”
     
    “I’m… pregnant…” I watched for her reaction. I could tell she was shocked, rocked back on her heels by my admission, but she didn’t look mad.
     
    “Are you sure?” she asked after a moment.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “Do you know who the father is?”
     
    That question hurt my feelings, but I said nothing. “Yes. His name is Cain.”
     
    “Does he know?”
     
    “No. Not yet.”
     
    “You need to tell him. He has a right to know he’s a father.”
     
    “Yes. I know.” I left out the part that I didn’t know how to reach him. It was just supposed to have been a quick tumble to have an itch scratched. I know his first name and nothing else, except he was a biker from Dallas and was trouble.
     
    “What does he do?”
     
    I paused, wondering how to explain it. I finally go with what he told me. “He’s in sales.”
     
    “What does he sell?”
     
    “I don’t know! I just met him the one time, okay? I’m a whore, all right? I don’t know that much about him. I just know he is from Dallas and he was in town on business. He came into The Claw and I let him take me back to his room!” I wiped at my eyes as I stared at my shoes. “I’m sorry.” Granny took me into another hug and held me tight. I couldn’t hold my tears anymore. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was careful. I don’t know how it happened,” I sobbed.
     
    “Shhh… It’s okay. These things happen. You’re not the first girl to get pregnant without being married. And I don’t want to hear you say things like that again, okay?”
     
    “What things?” I whimper.
     
    She pulled out of my embrace and steered me to the table where we sat down. “About you being a whore. You’re not a whore, Alexandria. You’re a beautiful, bright, young woman that has made a mistake. It happens all the time. We’ll get through it.”
     
    “But I didn’t make a mistake,” I said quietly. “It’s not fair. I was so careful. I have always been careful. It’s not fair that this happened to me.”
     
    “I know honey. But it has happened and you’re going to have to deal with it. Do you know how to get in