I Dare You To Meet Me
Chapter 7

-…your son.

The words of the bimbo in front of us were like a bucket of cold water, I felt Demian tense up like a spring about to jump.

-A f*****g lie, that’s all you’re saying Isadora. My husband spat angrily.

The woman is not intimidated by his angry look, she just folds her arms and gives him a deranged grimace.

-Do you really think that if I could have avoided all this mess, I don’t like being tied to a man with a mistress either?

The blonde’s irritated voice sounds incredibly honest to my ears, and my heart fills with pain, rage, betrayal, disappointment.

-If what you say is true….

-You can’t be serious. Demian interrupts me, but I give him a death glare that shuts him up.

-As I was saying, if what you’re saying is true, you’ve had eight long years to come and tell us this, if you haven’t, it means that now you want something specific, so spare us all this drama and get straight to the point, will you? I mumble with my anger contained, my biker tries to take my hand but I move aside to avoid him.

-I don’t want anything for me if that’s what you’re thinking, since the baby was born my parents have helped me to support him, besides I got a job as a waitress, but my parents passed away a little more than a year ago and my salary is not enough, I barely have enough to pay the rent of the place where we live and the food. The bimbo says tiredly.

She really looks like a doll in life, her blonde hair falls to her h**s, it is straight and pale, her eyes were a deep blue, her skin was golden kissed by the sun, she was no more than six feet tall and she had nice curves. If what she claimed was true and Demian had gotten her pregnant long ago, I understood the reason my husband had slept with her.

That didn’t take away from the fact that I wanted to rip out every strand of her abundant hair, I also wanted to castrate the tattooed guy. And snapping me out of my sadistic thoughts Demian began to laugh coldly.

-Money, why didn’t I think of that before, of course that’s all a sweet a*s like you is looking for.

Isadora reddens with anger and opens her mouth indignantly at my husband’s words, but she closes it again and takes several deep breaths to calm herself down.

-I’m asking you to help me support your son financially, I don’t want you to give me anything, besides he needs it, he’s had a cold for a week and because of the rent I haven’t been able to take him to the doctor, eight years of taking that responsibility away from you is enough. He said through gritted teeth.

-I didn’t ask you to have the little brat, you didn’t even tell me you were pregnant, you just disappeared from one moment to another, besides, I still don’t believe the story that the bastard is mine, but in case he is, you can’t claim anything about my absence during this time, because the only one guilty of that here is you-. Demian said furiously.

-I didn’t tell you anything because I had no idea it was yours, although I knew there was a possibility, when I found out I was pregnant you were already claiming Kore as your VD before the club, besides telling us I was expecting your child, what the f**k did you expect me to do, it wasn’t until my son was born that I understood you were the father, but you already had a family, and I didn’t want to expose my baby to the club’s scorn for being the son of a taken man.

-Aha, so you’re admitting that the child might not be mine, I won’t take care of a child of another idiot who didn’t want to support you when I left you with a full stomach.

-I’m telling you it’s your idiot son!

Isadora huffed like a bull and with her heel hit the floor hard.

-And how the hell can you be so sure? Demian exclaims tired of everything while throwing his arms in the air.

-Because they have the same damn emerald eyes, and that birthmark on your neck. My husband opens his mouth to shout more expletives but I go ahead and stand in the middle so they stop arguing.

-If you are so sure of what you say, you will not object to bringing the child here tomorrow so that we can see with our own eyes that what you say is true.

My voice sounds authoritative and my eyes reflect the steel that is covering the wounds in my heart, Isadora nods very seriously when she sees me.

-I have no problem in doing that, what’s more, if you want you can also do a damn DNA test if you still think I’m lying, but promise me that if it comes out positive you’ll help me, I can’t keep seeing my son sick. In the last part her voice loses intensity and is cut off by worry, being a mother myself I can perfectly understand how she feels, the helplessness of not being able to help your child is horrible.

-I swear to you that if that child is my husband’s son, I will make sure that he will not lack anything and will have the same opportunities as my daughter. I promise you.

-Kore… The biker protests.

-Shut up, Hades, right now, just shut up. I glare at him, when my attention returns to the blonde she gives me a grateful look before nodding, then just takes her bag from the bar and heads for the exit and disappears as if she hadn’t destroyed my life a few minutes ago with just a few words.

My husband opens his mouth to defend himself but I raise my hand to indicate silence.

-Just tell me one thing Hades, invariably from what that woman says I want you to repeat it to my face, and be very careful with your answer moya lyubov’, because the words that come out of your lips will define the course of this marriage, is there a chance that the child she has is really yours? I place my hands on my h**s as I look at him in pain.

He opens his mouth immediately to deny it, but under my hard stare he hesitates, turns his face with annoyance and his eyes wander around the floor.

-Maybe. He mumbles between his teeth seconds later, the air gets stuck in my throat and tears start to leak from my eyes, my body reacts to the confession and without thinking my hand unloads hard on the biker’s cheek.

He sees me very astonished by my reaction and with his hand he caresses the hurt area, but the blow only activates a switch in me, and without further ado, I hit his beautiful face again, I hit him in the chest, again and again while I cry like crazy, he takes my wrists and pulls me to his chest to lock me in an embrace.

-Forgive me Anabella. He whispers in my ear and makes me shudder.

-All these years Demian, you’ve been lying to me all this time, if that son turns out to be yours, it means he’s the same age as Tasha, f**k, how are we going to explain to our daughter that she has a brother but he comes from a different mother, what about my parents, how do I explain to them that my husband will now have to support his other son too, or your father, what do you think he’ll say when he finds out he’s a grandfather again?

My voice is full of anger and pain. But before Demian answers, both of our cell phones start ringing. When I see the nanny’s name I give the tattooed man a serious look.

-This is far from over, well? I warn him before answering, he gives me a nod before answering as well.

-Ma’am. The tearful voice of the woman helping us take care of Tasha sets off my alarm bells.

-What’s wrong, is Tasha okay? I ask with fear and concern.

-Some men tried to break in and take Miss Tasha away, luckily they didn’t succeed but they did leave a lot of damage in their wake.

-But is my daughter all right? Tasha is fine, isn’t she? I shouted in desperation.

-Yes, ma’am, Miss Tasha is fine, she was taking a nap while everything was going on.

-Stay with her, I’m on my way there right now. I hang up without letting her answer, I turn to tell Demian about Tasha, he also ends his call at that moment and sees me very serious, we both blurt out the information.

-They attacked the clubhouse.

-They tried to kidnap Tasha.

I let out a horrified scream when I hear his words, Demian on the other hand loses his mind, as he kicks a table that was nearby.

-THEY TRIED WHAT?! He roars like a lion.

-She’s fine, the nanny says they didn’t manage to take her and she’s resting in her bed, but I want to check it with my own eyes so I go to the house. I try to reassure him, but the trembling in my voice and hands betrays my concern.

-I’m coming with you. He says very seriously, and I shake my head.

-You have business to attend to at the club.

-F**k Anabella, it’s my daughter we’re talking about, my b***d, the club’s business can wait, you come before everything else.

He says with decision, I know he means it, and that makes me give him a trembling smile.

-I know, but I doubt that both attacks were a coincidence, they were too direct, I’d rather you go to the clubhouse and look for the sons of bitches responsible for all this, I’ll go home with our daughter and I’ll keep you informed of everything.

-But…”. I go closer to k**s him to remove the doubts from his eyes.

-You are not just any moya lyubov’ member anymore, you are their Prez, you have a responsibility with them as well, go and solve what you have to solve, we will be waiting for you at the end of the day-. I whisper against his lips, the betrayal the pain and the rage that had me imprisoned a few minutes ago disappear before the imminent danger that stalks us.

I love my hot biker, even if he is an a*****e who continues to f**k up even after eight years of marriage.

He k****s me back.

-Okay, but I’ll send some prospects to stay with you until I get there, and I don’t want to hear but any of them, your safety is in danger and I’m not risking you anymore, is that clear? I nod.

-Okay. I agree, I give him a last k**s and we both head for the exit, each one gets on his bike and we say goodbye with a nod of the head before going our separate ways.

On the way home a bad feeling runs through me.

F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k.

I dread the thought of my daughter being in danger.

She and Demian are my whole life, if anything should happen to them I’ll die.

What a shitty day.

I stop at a red light as a sigh escapes my lips.

I shake my head and see my reflection in the car window.

There is something about all this that smells very bad to me, and I fear my family will suffer the consequences.

When the light turns green I turn my attention back to the road and accelerate the bike to get to my princess soon.

This whole thing is going to end very, very badly….

And unfortunately, I am not wrong.