My biker Snake said he only loved me, but he put his shaft in other women's holes.

It's been two days since Snake has contacted me.

Walking inside the club, I focus on the man I ache to hate, Snake, had Pearl bent over the back of one of the couches, pounding into her.

Bile rose in my throat.

So, while I'm nervous about finding out I'm pregnant with his child, here he's fooling around with another woman.

Last night when he got home, his shirt had perfume on it.

She had to have been hanging all over him for a while for it to smell that strong.

I turned to leave.

I will never forgive him, I swear.

Me and my little one will make it. We are both strong.

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Shots. That was the drink of the night. First semester exams were over and Sarah's friends thought it was time she stopped being the good girl who always studies and does her work and never goes out. She had to agree.

Giving herself this one night, Sarah threw back her fifth shot of whiskey and hollered. Her friends, Cami and Marie, pulled her onto the dance floor. They danced and sang and just didn't give nothing.

After a round of dances they made it back to the bar. The bartender sat a shot in front of her and she scowled.

"I didn't order this," she yelled over the music.

"Complements of him," the bartender pointed behind her and she turned to see a man leaning against the table, he was tall, muscled, and wearing a bikers cut. He was charming.

"Oh my god, Sarah, you have to jump on that!" Cami said.

"Let him take you home for a ride!" Marie giggled.

She decided that she might as well live for the moment and have her first one night stand. Sarah took the shot and walked over to him.

"You buy me that shot?" She asked, even though she already knew he did.

"You know it, babe," he said smirking and winked, his brown eyes sparkling.

"So your taking me home then?" she asked, letting the alcohol talk. Her body was heating just being near him.

"You ready to go, babe?" He asked, standing straight.

She nodded and he walked her out to his bike. He passed her a helmet and climbed on, Sarah followed him. He revved the engine and sped out of the lot, down the road, til he reached a hotel. He payed for the room and led her up.

They jumped each other as soon as the door was closed and locked. Their lips were inseparable except for when they pulled their shirts off. Once all clothing was gone, they fell onto the bed.

He rolled condoms on and she felt him enter where she needed him most.

....

It had been two months since her fling with the biker. She hadn't seen him, thought she hadn't expected to. She didn't even know his name. But it was the best night of her life, and the best lay she's ever had.

Only now, she has a problem. She's missed her periods. Cami and Marie told her not to worry because that can happen with stress, and she's under a lot of stress. But she has never skipped before.

With trying to graduate and her overbearing, controlling parents, Sarah had stress for two.

Her dad was the worst of her parents. His expectation for her was NASA scientist. Her mom's was surgeon, for everything. They were up in the levels of society and image was important to them. They bought her clothes, just so she didn't embarrass them when she went out, and they bought her Chevy Camaro. She wasn't allowed to slip up. Not at all. All of her parents friends would rat her out.

All she wanted to do was wear a t-shirt and jeans and drive her '69 s10.

If her suspicions were correct, they would disown her and kick her out on the streets for sure.

So stopping at the grocery store, Sarah walked down the aisle with the pregnancy tests and grabbed four different ones. Just to be sure. The lady behind the counter gave her a pitiful look. She had to drive a town over to get away from judging eyes, not to find them here too.

At her parents house, she paced, waiting. She parents weren't home, she was safe for now. As she waited for the results, she let herself panic.

She wasn't ready for a baby. She was twenty-two, but she wasn't ready. She had her whole life planned out and babies came later. She was supposed to be married too, not conceive with a one night stand!

She finally looked at the tests... positive... positive... positive... positive...

Tears started to roll down her cheeks. She was dead. She was going to have to find help from somewhere else. She didn't even know where to find that screwed biker to tell him he was gonna be a father.

He won't want the baby anyway... a voice in her head said and it made her cry even harder.

After a good crying session, Sarah picked herself up and washed off. She let her friends know of the news, then began to make preperations. Packed clothes, saving money. She decided she would ride it out for as long as she could, hiding it from her parents.

When they finally kicked her out and cut her off, she'd be ready. Or as ready as she could be...

...

Snake was talking to Hatchett when his brother came rushing in. He looked out of breath and is hair was blown all over, like he rushed here and didn't bother with his helmet.

"What'd I tell you about riding without your helmet, Viper?" He growled.

"Look," Viper said, holding up his hands, "you're gonna wanna hear what I have to say. It's about what happened with that chick you slept with a few months ago."

He grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him into the game room and had everyone clear out. Everyone here were brothers, but Viper was his blood brother. If their parents could see them now, they'd be proud.

"What about her?" Snake asked.

"Saw her and one of the other girls at the ice cream shop in the mall."

Viper stopped and Snake just glared at him until he continued.

"Well, I overheard them. Chick had bags from Babies R Us and was talking about skipping town."

Snake frowned, "To where and when?"

His brother shrugged, "She wasn't sure. Said something about a brother or aunt. Brothers two states over, aunt is almost across the country. Says she's telling her parents about the baby tonight and leaving."

"Baby?" That caught his attention. She was having a baby?

"Well I said--"

"I know what you said, dipshit. You didn't say they were her bags," he snapped.

"I didn't? screw," Viper rubbed the back of his neck. "By the sounds of it, it's yours. She just didn't know where to find you. You really didn't give her your name?"

"It wasn't at the top of my to-do list!"

"Your a shaft."

"Watch it."

"What do you wanna do?"

"Find out where she lives and we'll try stop her from going. Bring her back here. If she's carrying my kid she's not going any fuckin' where. Understood?"

....

It was almost midnight by the time Hacker found her. She was by the state lines. Hacker got his name because he could hack into anything in a few seconds, he could search anyone in a few minutes, and find anyone anywhere in less than an hour. So why it took him so long to find this chick, perplexed Snake.

He would have to break a lot of laws in order to get to her before she was lost again. Hacker would try and keep track of her and keep him in formed.

Snake went out to his truck, his tires squealing as he rushed out of the compound and onto the road. Hatchett sat next to him, he would be driving her car back. Snake didn't trust her to follow him.

The sun was starting to rise when Hacker let them know they were getting close.

The sun was in the sky when they pulled into the gas station she was at.

"She's about to come out," Hacker said through the phone. "She's paying for some snacks. Man, I hate these cameras, they're so grainy."

"Stay focused," Snake snapped at him.

Then he saw her. The brunette from the bar. Sarah. She was wearing jeans, biker boots, and a tank top. Her hair was in a messy bun and wind blown and she had a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. The eyes that were a unique indigo.

She walked over to an old truck and threw the snacks in, then turned to the bed and searched through some things. He started walking toward her. When she turned and saw him, all color drained from her face. She rushed to get into the car and get it started but fumbled with the keys.

Snake jerked the door open. "What's the rush, babe?"

"You..."

"Snake," he said.

"Oh now you give me your name?" She asked, her voice rising and her face burning red.

"Relax, darlin'. No need to get in a huff."

"Get out of my way," she said.

"No can do. See, rumor mill says your knocked up. Rumor mill also says it's mine. So, we're gonna go back home, our docs gonna do a paternity test and we're gonna get this all straightened out."

She laughed, "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Wasn't an option," he said, narrowing his gaze at her, then called over his shoulder, "Hatchett, come drive her truck back to the compound."

Snake, simply grabbed her and dragged her to his truck, locking her in while he talked to his brother. She pounded on the window and tried to lift the locks but they went into the door.

"Fiesty," Hatchett said, grinning at her.

"Until we find out if the baby is mine or not, keep your eyes off," he warned.

"If the baby is yours?"

"Screw if I know, brother. I'm taking this one step at a time."

.....

Hatchett was right. They got there just before ten. She was expecting to pull up to a house or something with people sitting around. But no. They pulled up to a two story armory looking building with a gate surrounding the building and a good portion of yard. People were sitting around alright, but they were also drinking, two men were in a fist fight, and there were girls with barely any clothes on walking around or on some guys lap.

No.

No.

NO.

If Snake thought he was taking her in there he could peck her hips. She's pregnant with his kid for Christ sake.

He opened his door and got out, rounding the front of the truck to come and open her door. He stood there impatiently. "Well?"

"There's no way I'm going in that building," she said, crossing her arms.

He growled, literally, and picked her up. He carried her across the yard as she was kicking and wiggling. People started to stare but Snake just kept walking. Some tried to stop him to talk but he ignored them. He carried her to the back of the room, not giving her a chance to look around, and up the stairs.

It was a short distance before he kicked open a door open and tossed her on the bed. "Stay here, don't move."

"No," she said, jumping up.

"Screw it, Sarah. You need to stay in here. Not all my brothers know about about you and your not showing yet. If they see you, you bet your pretty little butt they'll try to make a move to get you in their bed. Understand me, babe?"

She only nodded and he left. Sarah looked around the room. It was sparse. And messy. Beer bottles and trash and clothes were everywhere. The bed was ruffled and showed that it was well slept in.

The door then opened and two men brought in her bags. They didn't look at her, just put the bags down and left. She noticed the back of their cuts said 'Prospect'.

Deciding she might as well make the best of it, she dug through one of her bags until she found her shampoo and conditioner. A good warm shower was what she needed.

....

The next few weeks passed slowly. Snake took Sarah out a few times, sometimes for shopping and dinner. He spent more time with her, trying to get to know her. He actually liked spending time with her. She was funny and smart.

Now, he sat in Church. Banks had just come back from a run and had everyone called in. Even closed the shop. This was not good.

He slammed the gavel down, "Alright shut up. I'm getting right to the point here and I'm not repeating myself. run went to it. Venom's Pit interfered. We lost a nomad helping out. They lost three members."

The room erupted in shouts and curses and demands to take them out. Snake wasn't opposed. He never liked the Venom's Pit MC. Bunch of ruthless bastards, with no sense of brotherhood. They kill just to kill and they fight each other for sport.

"I say we fuckin take em to war," he growled.

Banks got the room under control. Digger hadn't said anything. "Your thoughts, VP?" He asked.

"Honestly, I would love to take those shaft suckers out. But we gotta think about this. Some of us got families. Snake, you got a baby on the way. If we go to war, they could retaliate by taking it out on our familes." Digger said.

The room fell silent. VP had a point. They couldn't put their familes at risk.

"Lock down," Washington said. "Bring all the families here, no one leaves without a Prospect or a member."

Banks nodded, "Been a while since we had a lock down. Alright, lock down starts Monday, I want all the families here."

All the brothers nodded. Banks continued to fill them in. They talked a little more about the impending war.

When it came to the end, Banks said, "Alright, boys, we're gonna treat this Friday like any other Friday. Just go let loose, have a good time, get lost in drink and girls." He slammed the gavel down and everyone filed out.

The music was already up and loud, the Prospects had drinks on the bar, girls were dancing and sitting on the couches waiting for a good time.

Sarah was at one of her old friends, she was staying the night, so he didn't have to worry about walking into the room drunk off his butt. He drank with his brother's and partied. Some hang arounds showed up.

Pearl had attached herself to him once she realized he was way past a thought process. Before he could realize why it was a bad idea, he had her bent over the couch.

....

"I'm so sorry, Marie," she said, closing the door.

"Oh, hun, don't worry about it. You've got a baby making you sick, it's understandable. We'll just do it another time."

"Ok, love you."

"Love you too," Marie said, then drove away.

Sarah turned toward the clubhouse and saw that the Friday night party was in full swing. Maybe a little worse than normal.

As she walked closer, she saw that it was definitely worse than normal. One brother had a girl straddling her lap, her shirt was pulled down, exposing her breasts.

Sarah walked faster. But inside was no better. Some girls were dancing undressed, others were giving blow jobs, some were even being screwed. She now realized that the parties had been turned down because of her. No one expected her to be back, so they went all out. She now regretted coming back.

No one seemed to notice her. She had to push through the bodies to try and get to the stairs. She held a hand over her tummy, trying to keep people from bumping it. Some girls sneered at her and she flicked them off.

It was when she was almost to the stairs that she stopped. Snake had Pearl bent over the back of one of the couches, pounding into her.