MC ROMANCE: Wanted by the Alpha Biker (Motorcycle Club Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (MC Romantic Suspense Contemporary New Adult Short Stories) (95 page)

Chapter 5

“Has Doran’s mom told you anything else about his dad?” Fiona asked a few weeks later. “I’m finding it hard to find any more on him. Especially on deadline.”

“Not really,” Isadora answered, leaning over her desk with a bucket next to her chair. “She gets more angry about Doran being gone like every week. Excuse me, I need to vomit.”

Fiona turned her face away as Isadora picked up the bucket. “What is going on with you? You’ve been puking like every day.”

“I don’t know, man. My body’s all out of whack. I’m pretty late on my period too.”

“It sounds like you’re pregnant or something.” Isadora’s eyes grew wide. “Don’t even. Who would’ve even impregnated you? It sure wasn’t Adam.”

“I had a one-night stand a few weeks ago. Forgot to wear a condom.”

“Who would be stupid enough to not wear a condom?”

“I have to go out for a second. Cover me.”

“No way, I’m coming with you.”

Isadora walked swiftly, not waiting for Fiona to catch up. She nearly ran to a convenience store nearby, tearing down the rows until she found the pregnancy tests.

“You’re like a racehorse, Jesus,” Fiona panted, sliding in next to her.

“These are all so expensive,” Isadora frowned.

“If you can’t afford a pregnancy test, you shouldn’t be having a kid.”

“I shouldn’t be having a kid anyway. I don’t know how I’ll explain this to my dad and Angela,” she paused, thinking over the repercussions. “Or Doran. Shit.”

“Why would you have to tell Doran? He’s probably not even coming back.” Isadora didn’t answer.  “Dora, why would you have to tell him?”

“Well, he’s the guy I…”

“You slept with your brother?!”

A woman in the aisle looking at feminine supplies gave them a funny look. Isadora gave an awkward smile.

“He’s not my brother,” she said plainly, then pulled Fiona in. “I was sad about Adam, and Doran was being really nice and cute and so handsome. I melted in his hands.”

“That is some West Virginia stuff right there.”

“Shut up.”

Isadora grabbed a few tests and hurried to the register. The cashier with a nametag reading, “Tiffany,” smiled at her as she paid. Isadora couldn’t find the effort required to fake a smile. The two coworkers then walked out together, Fiona criticizing all of Isadora’s choices.

“You have to get rid of it. Its dad is a murderer!”

“I might not even be pregnant. Let’s leave it alone for now.”

They returned back to the office carefully. Georgia and Adam looked to be busy in a meeting (thankfully), so Isadora and Fiona hurried past for the bathroom. Fiona waited outside the stall as her friend took each test. They shared a meaningful, worried look as they made their way back to their desk.

“I have to wait a little bit. I’m just going to hide them and get my work done,” Isadora said softly. “I think I’m not prepared for this today.”

“I think most people aren’t prepared for such a thing.”

They sat quietly, doing their work with a sense of unease between them. At the end of the day (after Georgia had left and suggested Isadora “get that disgusting puke bucket out of the office”), Isadora pulled each of the tests from the bag she’d put them in and looked hard at all of them. They all read the same result.

“This is bad,” she said. “This is really bad.”

“Maybe they’re all false positives?” Fiona offered.

“What am I going to do?”

“We could go get a drink.” Isadora gave her a look. “Or a lot of ice cream?”

“Ice cream is probably better. I’m going to throw this puke bucket in the dumpster. I don’t feel like dealing with it.”

They left together, talking quietly about what could be done and what ice cream they’d get. Isadora felt on a different plane of existence - she’d never even actually thought about having kids. She figured she’d one day move out, get a big dog for Tess to befriend, and have a nice spinster life. She never even really wanted to get married - being in a relationship put too many restrictions on her. Even when she dreamt of being with Adam, she figured one day she’d get bored of him, but the relationship would teach her much about herself.

After getting ice cream with Fiona, Isadora slumped home, feeling lower than low. In the weeks after Doran left, she had tried to keep herself together. Though she felt sad about his leaving, she also looked at her life with a more suspicious lens. Her father looked over his shoulder for some unseen assailant at all times, and Angela seemed to be falling apart.

Isadora thought of Fiona’s research. They’d both started looking into Doran – Isadora mostly to cool her guilt – and found even more inconsistencies with his record, as well as the self he presented. Angela revealed he’d wanted to stay with his father in the divorce, though his father was a “drunk, selfish criminal.” She expressed her concern that her ex-husband had manipulated Doran into wanting to stay so he could “teach our son the family business.” She did not reveal exactly what the family business was, however.

Doran’s Navy SEAL career showed that though he did happen to disappear from time to time, he always got his man. He worked for a weapons smuggling taskforce, oftentimes undercover. Yet, sometimes he’d reappear in Italy (most often Sicily) with information on illegal activities. Once he took leave to visit his father in Ireland – looking into local news at the time, a number of Irish mobsters turned up dead that weekend.Sounds like great father-son activities.

She thought of the growing pea in her stomach. Would it be better to get rid of thing now or go through with it? She didn’t want her child to have similar activities with his or her father. She could put it up for adoption. Maybe she could give it to Adam and Victor, have it all do a full-circle. They’d be good, unbelievably beautiful parents.

Her mother’s face came into her mind. The hazel eyes she shared, the dark hair, the smile Gaea never lost (even in her sickness.) Isadora’s mother never complained. She led her life from moment to moment, appreciating every second of it. Once, when she was young, Isadora asked what Gaea thought when she found out she was having a child (Isadora had a baby doll she liked to pretend was her own and imagined motherhood to be the best thing she’d ever do.)

“To be honest with you, my sweet, I was terrified,” Gaea answered after thinking for a long, long moment. “Your father and I were young. We kind of led this forbidden romance.”

“Like Romeo and Juliet?” Isadora asked (having watched the Leonardo DiCaprio version not long before.)

“Not exactly. We were a little older than that; my parents just thought he was trouble because of his family.”

“Did you run away together?”

“No, we didn’t have to. It took me a long time to work up the courage to tell him the truth. By then, I felt you in my stomach, and I knew you were my greatest gift. But I was still scared of what he would say, what my parents would do.”

“What happened?”

“He was scared too, but we loved each other and stuck through it.”

“What about your parents?”

She shrugged, “Sometimes your parents don’t make the right choices. I think one day they’ll let it go.”

“Are you sad?”

She shook her head, “I have you, Isa. I could never be sad.”

Isadora took a deep breath, wishing she had her mother to talk to. Even then, she wished Doran were there. He had a calming presence about him. He made her feel safe when she was with him. She walked slowly to her room and reclined on her bed. She wanted to close her eyes and forget about everything. She wouldn’t remember her mother or Doran or the baby – everything would just be fixed and fine.

She wondered why life never went the way she wanted it to. She rethought the decisions she’d made – had she brought it all upon herself? She never really wanted to connect with anyone (besides Adam) after her mother died. She couldn’t forgive her father for climbing out of the hole of misery and still resented him.

What would he say? Would he want her to get rid of the child? Could she get rid of it? The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t want to. But then again, she also wanted Doran there with her. Though he hadn’t been the most upstanding teenager, he seemed to love his family. He always talked fondly of his father and took good care of his mother (when he wasn’t driving her crazy.)

She didn’t know what to do. She felt stunted, unable to make any good decision. And her heart longed for the man she’d single-handedly sent away with her own stoic disregard. What could she do?

In the next few days, Fiona and Isadora stuck close to each other. Isadora missed Doran, thinking and talking of him often. Fiona tried to convince her that he wasn’t a great man, and she shouldn’t miss him, but Isadora couldn’t stop. At the end of the week, Georgia took off early, but insisted they keep their phones on them in case she needed anything.

And she always needed something.

“I think I need a better system for the puke bucket,” Isadora said after finishing her work. “It is pretty gross. I’ve been cleaning it every day, and I feel like a janitor.”

“Maybe just run to the bathroom?” Fiona replied.

“That seems too easy.”

“I’ve been looking into the Roselli incident, and I’m wondering if Doran had anything to do with it after all.”

“Remember he had that blood stain on his shirt? He must’ve been involved.”

“That might have really just been sauce. Some people I interviewed said they liked to do that. And you said there were two guys there with you, right?”

“They were at the bar.”

She showed her a picture of the two middle-aged men who’d been at the restaurant that day. “Is this them?”

“Yeah, that’s them. Why?”

“They’re hitmen. They get orders straight from Sicily.”

“Who told you that?”

“I can’t reveal my sources.”

Her phone started to ring in her pocket. It startled them both, but they played it off. She pulled it out, expecting Georgia, but a different name blazed across the screen. “Oh no.”

“What? Is it Georgia?”

“No. It’s Doran.”

Fiona swatted the phone to the ground. “Don’t answer it!”

“That’s not cool, man. Don’t swat my phone to the ground.”

“Sorry. I got caught up in the moment.”

Isadora picked up her phone and stared at it. “I’ll call him later.”

“You’re going to have to tell him sometime.”

“Not now.”

At the end of the day, they walked out together silently. Isadora carried her puke bucket, preparing to just throw it in the dumpster and try her hand at running to the bathroom. Or using her trash.

“Are you going to call him back?” Fiona asked.

“To be honest, I can’t even imagine talking to Doran right now,” Isadora answered as they stepped outside.

“I’m glad you talk about me when I’m not around,” Doran’s voice startled them both. They looked up to see him leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette like a new-age James Dean.

“Doran! You’re back!” Isadora threw up her arms in an awkward (and fake) wave of celebration. “It’s uh… nice to… see you.”

“Your excitement is infectious,” he said dully. “I called you, but you didn’t answer, so I decided to just come by.”

“I was pretty busy today.”

“Are you carrying a bucket of vomit?”

She looked down. “Oh yeah, I was going to throw it in the dumpster. I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Well, I’m going to go,” Fiona backed away as if she saw a huge spider in her walking path. “Bye.”

Isadora and Doran watched her go with varied reactions - Doran raised an eyebrow to the strange interaction, and Isadora revealed a frown of great woe. He gave her a look and grabbed the puke bucket to throw it away for her. She stood unmoving as she watched him move to the side of the building where the dumpster lived. Her feet felt like they wore cement shoes made from the sidewalk below her.

“That’s pretty gross,” he said as he returned. “Did you get food poisoning or something?”

“Not exactly. I need to tell you something.”

“Look, I know you want to act like nothing happened. I thought I couldn’t do that, and I freaked out a little bit, but I’m okay now. I got a lot of perspective while I was away.”

“Oh.” She searched his eyes, seeing a sparkle of sadness and regret in them. “How was your dad?”

“As he usually is.”

“Your mom said he’s a businessman?”

“Not exactly. He’s more like a common thug.”

Her blood froze. “Doran, are you involved with the maf…”

Before she could continue, a noise similar to the backfiring of a car exploded at them. BANG, BANG. Doran pounced on her, bringing her to the ground and covering her with his body. Flecks of bricks from the building rained down as screams radiated around them.

“What was…” she started.

“Shh. At my mark, run for the alley at the side of the building. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“One… two… GO!”