Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(35)

“Yeah? All right. Shoot.” I raise my hand up.

“First of all, you are not to tell Dad, or Mom. And definitely not Jake.”

Dominic is my eldest brother, so he is all responsible and easy to talk to. Jacob, though? He is bossy, controlling and a pain in my ass. Both my brothers and my Dad have always been fiercely protective of me, but Jacob takes it to some next level shit, and that’s why he cannot know what I’m about to tell Dominic.

“That bad huh?” he asks, taking a drink of his water. I can see his eyes harden as he mentally prepares himself for my confession.

“I’m pregnant.”

His face scrunches up, while his jaw ticks. I know he’s pissed, but he is my big bear of a brother who can’t be mad at me.

“Vicky, fuck sake. Who the fuck is the Dad?” I pull some food into my mouth to delay the next thing that is going to set him off.

“Um, I don’t think that’s relevant right now—”

“Vicky. Who.the.fuck.is.the.dad.” he repeats, clenching his jaw tighter. I sigh in defeat.

“Blake Rendon. We spent the summer together, and he got me pregnant. He was different to my other hook ups though, I felt something for him.” His face softens a bit.

“So you are together then?”

I clear my throat. “Not exactly, he is a part of a motorcycle club and—” He cuts me off again.

“You’re fucking with me? Tell me you are fucking with me, Vicky!”

I shake my head and butt back in before his mind goes wild with unnecessary thoughts. “No Dom, he’s not like that, he’s not grungy and gross. And before you get mad at me, Alaina is seeing the president, just sayin.” Okay, that was not my finest hour, throwing my best friend under the Dominic bus; but I needed to get the heat taken off me for a second. I watch him as a few emotions pass over his face, settling back into a soft smile.

“Alright, it’s going to be okay, I think,” he pauses for a second, then looks up to me. “I’m going to be an uncle?” he smiles proudly.

“Yes, you big bear, you are going to be an uncle.”

After that, our lunch goes smoothly; we talk and chat as we used to. I love having big brothers. Thinking of that reminds me that I am going to have to tell Jacob.

“How is Kalie?” I ask around a mouthful of food. If my appetite was big before, it’s ginormous now.

“She’s good. She’s been creating waves in the hills with her moves; the girl is going to be huge.” I nod my head in agreement; Kalie is a professional dancer. Not the stripper kind, the kind that has her dancing for all sorts of famous people in their music videos.

“She is, we had heaps of fun over the holiday,” I say, smiling at the memories. Dom looks up to me. “What did happen? Kalie didn’t say much, she just said that it was unforgettable and that you were mischief as usual.” I laugh.

“Mischief is probably a slight understatement.” He scrunches up his face and shakes his head.

“Scratch that, I don’t want to know.” I always used to think that Dom and Kalie would make a good couple; some would think they had something going on, but it’s not true. He cares about her like a sister. I wonder how he would feel if he found out about a biker deflowering her, I think he would hate all bikers for life. Better keep that one to myself.



Walking through the front door, the smell of home baking hits me. I make my way into the kitchen and see Beverly in there baking up a storm. Beverly Scott is my Dad’s… whore. She basically broke up my parents’ marriage. I know that it takes two and all that, but she will always be the evil bitch that used to come around to my house, pretending to be my friend just so she could flaunt her little ass around my Dad. Yep, that’s right; she is the same age as me.

“Wow Bev, would have never taken you for the baking type. Didn’t know they taught baking at the cock sucking school for whores,” I say innocently at her with a smile.

“Nice to see you too, Vicky. Good to see you still haven’t changed.” I walk past her and steal a muffin. “Ditto, Bev. It’s nice to see you haven’t changed either; you’re still a walking skank with daddy issues.” I walk out smoothly before I blow up in her face and scratch out her box.

I bump into a rock hard chest on my walk back to the guesthouse. Looking up, I see it’s the worker hottie.

“Hi, sorry. I should have been watching what I was doing,” I apologize, looking up to him. He laughs, rubbing his hand over his 5 o’clock shadow, my eyes following his movements. .If I wasn’t pregnant, I would be tearing that ass up.

“No problem. Victoria, is it?” he asks with a tiny smile on his beautiful, square jaw.