The Biker's Hidden Baby

Paranoid.

Tanner's P.O.V

Lara stormed out the open door without so much as an answer. She didn't even look back at me, the things she said really had me thinking. How did she know about Jasmin or my mother? And what was she talking about? I headed home for the night, but her words haunted me.

I needed to talk to her again, make her understand some things, but would she listen to me? Would she even bother returning to work after finding out that I was an investor in the club? I could always find out where she lives and pop in, but that would only make things worse than they already were.

I hated not knowing what to do next. I was always in control of every situation, yet now I had no control over what happened.

"Hey, I didn't hear you coming in, are you okay? How did your meeting go?"

Jasmin asked me

"The night of my accident, can you tell me about it?"

"I already did. Where is this coming from?"

"Did I drink before the accident?'

"Tan, what's going on?"

"Answer me Jasmin."

"Yes, how else do you think you ended up wrecking your car?"

"I mean, was I a drinker?"

"We had an argument, you stormed off. I assume you went to a bar, got drunk and got in an accident."

"That's not what I asked. Why did we argue?"

"Jesus Tan, it was 6 years ago, I can't remember why we argued."

"Forget it."

Jas is a manipulative b***h she always has been, and I didn't believe a f*****g word that came out of her mouth.

Jasmin's P.O.V

Tanner never asked this many questions about his accident. He just accepted what his mother and I told him and left it at that, so when he started asking questions, it made me paranoid. I went upstairs after Tanner left. If anyone knew what to do, it would be his mum. This was her idea after all.

"Tanner is asking questions about the accident and I don't know what to do."

I said as soon as I barged into her room.

"Stick with the story, and you'll have nothing to worry about."

"Don't you think it's weird why is he asking questions after so many years?"

"You're just being paranoid."

"Maybe he remembers something, or maybe he met up with an old friend."

I whispered, pacing in her room.

"He will know you're hiding something if you do not get your s**t together. If you're so worried, follow him and report back to me and if there is something we need to worry about we will deal with it."

She said.

"Maybe we should speed things up with the wedding that way, If he remembers anything, we will already be married."

"Jasmin, you should learn to use that small brain of yours. Do you really think marriage is what holds a guy? If he finds out anything he will leave you no matter what you try and do to stop it."

"Fine, I'll follow him."

"Good, close the door on your way out and next time knock on my f*****g door before you come barging in like you own the f*****g place."

The next morning, I woke up bright and early, got ready for my day and headed out. Tanner was acting weird, and I was going to find out why. If Aunt Monica was right, then I would find nothing and there would be nothing to worry about, but if she was wrong, what the hell was I going to do?

I could leave, flee the country and let the old bat deal with this on her own, but Tanner was a powerful man. If he wanted to find someone, he would do everything in his power to find them, and he would make me suffer if he found out the truth. I could always say his mother forced me to be a part of her schemes and just hope for the best, but that would be like escaping the demon and being caught by the devil.

I called myself a cab and waited for Tanner around the block. When he finally drove by, I asked the cab driver to follow behind his car and to keep a safe distance. We arrived at a hotel about an hour away from the mansion. Tanner parked his car and got out, heading into the hotel.

I asked my cab driver to keep the meter running and to wait for me, then slipped out and followed Tan into the hotel. This was more like a business deal for me. I didn't love him, so if he was cheating I didn't feel hurt about it, but I would have to fake the hurt if it so happens that he was.

It's kind of hard to spy on someone when you have never spied on someone before. Tanner took the elevator. I hid behind the tree plant, spied on the floor number, then made a beeline for the stairs. When I made it to floor number 3, I glimpsed the back of Tanner slipping into a room, then I waited...

Either someone would meet him there or he would slip out with her... I didn't have to wait long, but what I saw wasn't what I was expecting. A man dressed as Tanner left the room, but it wasn't him or was it? The man had the same walk Tanner had, a slight limp due to his accident and, if I am correct, lately, it's been a bit worse than before.

A dark nearly trimmed beard and black hair styled the same as Tanner's, what the hell was going on here? Was he f*****g another man? Was this some kind of weird kink? Before I let my thoughts get the better of me and lose him, I ran down the stairs and followed him out of the hotel.

Tanner, or whoever the man was, hopped on a motorcycle and sped off. I hopped into my cab and told the cab driver to follow the bike. He looked at me weirdly, and I told him I thought my husband was cheating. He nodded and followed the bike... maybe this wasn't cheating at all.

This might be something to do with him racing again, and maybe it could be as I thought. He started racing again and started gaining back his memory, but I needed to know for sure if I went to the old bat with half the information she would only insult the hell out of me, and I was cleverer than she gave me credit for.

Lara's P.O.V

I tossed and turned all night long and when my alarm went off I hadn't slept a wink. I dressed Riley and myself in autopilot. I still wasn't sure if going to work today was a good idea, but I had to face my demons, right? That is the son of the b***h showed up today... after dropping Riley off at school, I made my way to the club.

As I made my way into the building, I met Ezra along the way. He greeted each other with a smile and a nod of the head. He looked better, and we have been scheduled for a therapy session today. Not that I was looking forward to anything today, but maybe it would take my mind of a certain asshole.

Ezra followed me to my therapy room and hooped up on the bed as I left to change into comfortable scrubs.

"So how are you doing today?"

I asked him.

"I could be better, you?"

"I could say the same."

"Is something bothering you?"

He asked me, Yes, a lot, actually.

"We are here for you, not me. Roll up your track pants so I can have a look at that leg of yours."