The Biker's Hidden Baby

Grandmother.

Lara's P.O.V

I sat at the foot of the bed on a stool. I found that when you start your patient on light exercise, it helps loosen the muscles and doesn't hurt that much when you start with a more invasive therapy. I placed his leg back down on the bed gently, but I wanted nothing more than to just drop it.

When things sometimes got too hard for me and I didn't know how to deal with it, I stayed silent. Just walked away and tried to process things on my own. I rose from my seat, my heart racing in my chest as I gathered my things ready to leave and pretend I didn't just hear him say what he said.

"Lara, allow me to explain things to you please."

I turned to face him.

The dumb beard I once fancied was in his fist... the more I looked at him, the more my eyes opened to the fact that it really was him. How did I not see it all this time? Or maybe my mind was so clouded by who I thought he was that I refused to see it. He took my silence as his cue to continue to talk.

"I didn't remember anything. When I woke up a few days after the accident, they told me that I had been in a car accident and that I was drunk. After months of therapy, my mother handed me the biggest company our family owed, and we moved here to New York. I knew nothing about my life before the accident."

"They gave me a cheque and told me it was from you."

"A cheque for what? And who are they?"

"Your mother and fiancée. A cheque for me to basically get lost."

"I didn't know about that."

"If you don't remember anything, how do you know who I am?"

"I'm still puzzled, there isn't much I remember, but I know when I first met you I was drawn to you. I can't explain what it was. Last week, while I was lying there on the track, I pictured a younger me and you together in a place I can't even remember being in a bar... little flashes of what must have been my past with you still flashes in my head now and then."

"This is a lot for me to take in. I need time and space."

"His mine, isn't he?"

Tanner asked me as I was about to exit the room.

"No, Tanner, he is mine."

I made it about four steps out of the door, then turned back around, entered the room and shut the door.

"Actually, there is a lot I have to say to you. Whether you remember or not, what you did hurt like f*****g hell. Finding out that you had a fiancée at the time we were together was a serious f*****g blow, so you don't get to throw the I don't remember s**t card to make yourself feel better about being a f*****g asshole! And you sure as hell don't get to ask me questions about my son your mother paid me to abort."

Then, when I felt like I had said what I needed to say, I left with my head held high but inside I was shaking like a leaf.

I forced back tears as I made my way to my car. I know maybe I was being a b***h. Maybe I was just a little too hard on him, but f**k him, he doesn't get to have my sympathy, not after the s**t show he left me in.

Jasmin's P.O.V

Monica called me to her room after about 2 hours. She looked stressed and that bothered me. Nothing scared her, so why on earth did it look like she had just seen a ghost? I approached cautiously.

"You called for me?"

"We need to do something fast. That woman you saw Tanner with, its her, that cunt of 6 years ago."

"And you told me I was being paranoid."

See not that dumb, I thought to myself, but one look at her, and it wiped my smile right off my face.

"Don't get cocky with me, she needs to go."

"Go where?"

"God, you really are f*****g dumb, aren't you? What do you think will happen if she finds out who he really is?"

"Maybe she won't tell him anything."

"I cannot do with a maybe! So here's what is going to happen."

Monica dove right into a plan of action. After handing me a paper and pen, apparently I was incapable of remembering anything without writing things down. I took down notes, and she paced her room, ratting off all the crazy s**t that was going on in her mind when we, or, should I say she, I wasn't even allowed to give my opinion, was done she shooed me out of the room with a flick of her wrist.

Tanner's P.O.V

My mother tried to pay Lara off? She tried to get rid of my son? I knew my mother was a vindictive b***h, but this was a new f*****g low. Did she think she was going to get away with this? Or that I wouldn't find out the truth sooner or later? But before making any irrational decisions, I needed to find out the whole f*****g truth.

I called Samir, my PA, and asked him to get any information he could on my life before the accident and to get what he could about the accident and Jasmin. She was in on this too. Was I even really engaged to her? Was I really the kind of man that used women? I trusted Samir, and to be honest, he didn't have much of a liking for my mother, so I knew that he would keep this to himself.

If she could try and pay Lara off, who knew what else she was capable of? I made my way to my hotel room and paced. I hated not knowing, having pieces of my life missing, but most of all, I hated not being there for my son. Did Lara tell him about me? If she did, what did she tell him?

Did he think I had abandoned him? That I didn't want him? My mind was in turmoil. How could my mother do this? She took my son from me, and she was going to pay for it. Before my father passed, he always told me he loved her, but she was a devil wearing sheep's clothing.

But I was young, and I didn't understand what he meant by saying that until now, I could feel a headache coming on, so I popped some pain meds and jumped in the shower. Whatever Samir found out, I would have to approach with caution. I couldn't let my mother know that I was digging into my past, so that meant I had to pretend I still didn't know anything.

After my shower, I headed to the mansion, but it was empty... Those two bitches were probably off spending my f*****g money thinking that they had gotten away with ripping my son and maybe the woman that I might have been in love with from my life. Well, the joke was on them, wasn't it?

Lara's P.O.V

"Hi Suann"

I said, after she opened the door to me, I took a seat.

"Hi, rough day at work?"

"Something like that, you wouldn't believe the f****d up day I had."

"How about I pour us some wine, and you could tell me all about your f****d up day."

"Honestly, I haven't had the time to process it yet. Could you get Riley? I just want to head home, get a shower and cuddle up with my boy."

"Riley isn't here, he left with his grandmother not too long ago."