The Biker's Hidden Baby

Road burn.

Lara's P.O.V

Deprived, un-oiled motor, an unwatered garden, dry like the Sahara desert, I could go on and on because of the lack of s*x with a man, and being around Ezra was like being stuck in the mountains hungry with nothing but poisonous fruit. Forbidden, I told myself, over and over again.

"Hey, this little one got hurt playing tag. Do you mind having a look?"

Suann asked me, snapping me out of my mantra.

I turned to face a pretty little blonde girl with a growing dump and a little blood drizzling down her head. She must be one of the racer's daughters. She was wearing a sash with go dad written on the front. I smiled down at her. She must have been around Riley's age and she had no tears.

"You have to be careful little one."

I whispered to her, she giggled as I got something to clean up her cut.

"This is nothing. Last year I broke an arm and I didn't even cry."

She said smiling.

I placed one hand on her head, raised the other with a piece of gauze and antiseptic to her cut, the sound of screeching tires, metal and plastic on tar, the loud ohh from the crowd had my hand hovering above the little girl's head... my heart dropped my eyes bulged and for a long f*****g second 6 years ago came rushing back.

Tanner's accident replayed in my head. Ezra was out there, and I didn't even pay attention to the number on his jacket. I was too busy eye raping him to read his number. I turned towards the tracks slowly. At some point, the race started and someone lost control of their bike.

I watched as the biker and his bike slid across the track, time slowed down, and it was like I could see the leather of his biker's gear peel from his body as he slid on the hot tar of the tracks. My mind does this kind of thing when something like an accident happens and I either see it happen or work on someone that was involved in the accident.

I picture how it happened, how the person got every injury... in my mind I could see skin being torn from the body... The streak of tires, leather, skin and blood trailed behind as the biker and his bike continued to slide across the tar. Each biker has his or her own team of mechanics when they are out on the racing tracks.

The bikers team rushed out onto the tracks and I kicked my ass in gear, grabbed my emergency bag and rushed out after them... and just as I had seen it in my mind, the tar was smeared with red blood, leather, skin and small bone pieces. They made way for me and I dropped next to the biker on my knees checking for his injuries.

Much to my relief, it was mostly road burn on his left side, arm, hip, leg, back and a broken leg. Next, I moved my hands up to his neck. Everything seemed to be okay with it, but I removed his helmet to brace his neck anyway... I stopped and stared down at him...

"Lara"

He whispers with a smile and blacks out.

There was something about the way he said my name that clouded my judgment for a moment. I couldn't understand the feeling that I felt. For some reason, it felt as though he knew me, really knew me. I worked fast making sure he was all set before they carried him off to our medical wing.

Ezra's P.O.V

The woman I stared at Lara before everything went black was the woman that flashed before my eyes right before I lost control of my bike. It felt intense, like I should have known her from some place I just didn't know where. Flashes of her flashed through my mind, only I was awake, staring at her through my visor, but it felt like I was in some kind of trance...

Staring at her and seeing a younger Lara at the same time, her hair shorter, but the more I tried to hold on to the memories or flashes, the more my head pounded. it felt as though I was being beaten with a sledgehammer against the head. the pain intensified and so had the flashes... her milky skin...

Her lips parted as she lay beneath me, her soft moans and the feeling of her breath against my ear as she breathed my name. I saw us holding hands, sitting at a bar, her smile as bright as the stars. She looked happy, so much happier than she looked when I met her almost two weeks ago.

It felt like I was a bystander in these flashes, watching the two younger people, Ezra and Lara. I seemed happier too, but I couldn't fight the pain anymore, so when she removed my helmet all I could manage to say was her name.

Lara'a P.O.V

Ezra has been out for some time now, and I have been sitting by his hospital bed ever since I finished patching him up. Suann volunteered to watch Riley for me. I should be home with my son, but I was here, hoping he would wake up and remember who I really was. That is if he is who I think he is.

Was I mad at him? Yes, I've been pissed off at him for the past 6 years. I wanted answers, but could I blame him? I doubt it, if it was anything like I think it was, then those two bitches never told him a thing about me after his accident, and they probably fabricated the truth about his accident.

Or I could be way over my head and he isn't Tanner Cruz. The wait drove me crazy and made me think of things I shouldn't be thinking... the thought crossed my mind that maybe he would remember me from the very first day I moved here and everything those two women told me was true.

Maybe he was just playing along, pretending he didn't know me. Maybe all he wanted was a fling, and I was nothing but a means to an end for him. My earth was crumbling, and I had no one to stay with me. I allowed myself unwillingly to go down that road, the road I promised to never walk again. I balled my hands into tight fists, stood and paced the room.

I ran my hand through my hair, gripping it tightly between my fingers as tears streamed down my face. This frustrated me to no end. I wasn't even sure if it was him or not, and I was already losing my s**t, for 6 years I wished I had the strength or that I had been brave enough to find him.

To know for sure that he didn't want me in his life, but my heart was already too broken to face the truth now, though if it turned out that this was Tanner I wouldn't be afraid. I deserved to know why he lied, why he strung me along when he knew nothing could come from what we had.

"Do you plan to pace a hole in that floor, Doctor Huston?"

His groggy voice came. I looked up at him, and it took him by surprise. I must look like a f*****g mess right now.

"Is there anything you have to tell me?"

I asked, he scrunched his face, then shook his head left to right slowly.

"You were in an accident 6 years ago. Where did it take place?"

I asked.

"I...'m not sure, I never bothered to ask"

He looked really confused, but some f*****g people should have a degree for playing dumb.

"You never bothered to ask or are you just a f*****g good lair, and you're realizing your s**t is catching up with you?"