Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 57
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 57
Monica avoided Burns's eyes as he walked in. Clasping her hands in front of her, she willed them to stop shaking. Harley didn't so much as glance her way, but reached out to shake Burns's hand. Burns ignored it, brushing past Harley to take the baby out of the carrier and hold her up at arms length.
"You said there was a bruise on her arm?" He frowned, turning the now-fidgeting child this way and that. "Show me."
Monica stepped up and pointed, her eyes meeting Harley's over Burns's arms. He'd thought she made it up, judging from the look on his face.
"Mmm-hmm." Burns turned and handed the child back to the nanny. "It's a pretty small thing - and kids do get bruised occasionally, but you wouldn't know that, of course." His patronizing tone grated on Monica's nerves, but she managed to remain silent as he continued. "How about we knock off three percent of the price for damaged goods. This will be my last deal for awhile, and I'm feeling generous."
Harley stroked his chin, appearing to consider it. "I was thinking more like five percent," he said. "Don't want the neighbors thinking we beat up on our kid."
"Four percent."
Harley smiled as if that was what he wanted all along. "Done." He handed a credit card to the man behind him, then rubbed his hands together. "So are you taking a vacation or retiring?"
The baby started crying, and the nanny handed her off to Monica. "You may as well start now," she said, taking the bag off her shoulder and setting it on the couch. That's the diaper bag, and there are some diapers in the side pocket."
"Thank you," Monica said, pitching her voice lower than normal. "I'll just take her too her room..."
Burns held a hand up. "Did that payment go through yet?" The bodyguard nodded once, and Burns dropped his arm. "That's fine then. Enjoy your new baby, ma'am."
She nodded and put the diaper bag over her shoulder, keeping her eyes downcast as she carried the baby down the hall. Leaving the door open she changed the child as quickly as she could, thankful for the few babysitting jobs she'd had as a teen. Putting the baby in the crib, she went back to the door and tried to hear the conversation from the living room, but the voices were too soft.
Noting the child was sleeping again, she decided to leave the girl there, where she'd be safe if anything happened. Closing the door behind her, she walked back down the hall, unsure whether she should join the others, or wait until Burns and his people were gone. It was odd they hadn't left yet. They had the money. Maybe something was wrong.
She stepped into the living room just as the front door burst open. A man came through the doorway, his face tight with anger as he surveyed the scene.
"What the hell is going on? Who are you people, and what are you doing in our house?"
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 57
Monica avoided Burns's eyes as he walked in. Clasping her hands in front of her, she willed them to stop shaking. Harley didn't so much as glance her way, but reached out to shake Burns's hand. Burns ignored it, brushing past Harley to take the baby out of the carrier and hold her up at arms length.
"You said there was a bruise on her arm?" He frowned, turning the now-fidgeting child this way and that. "Show me."
Monica stepped up and pointed, her eyes meeting Harley's over Burns's arms. He'd thought she made it up, judging from the look on his face.
"Mmm-hmm." Burns turned and handed the child back to the nanny. "It's a pretty small thing - and kids do get bruised occasionally, but you wouldn't know that, of course." His patronizing tone grated on Monica's nerves, but she managed to remain silent as he continued. "How about we knock off three percent of the price for damaged goods. This will be my last deal for awhile, and I'm feeling generous."
Harley stroked his chin, appearing to consider it. "I was thinking more like five percent," he said. "Don't want the neighbors thinking we beat up on our kid."
"Four percent."
Harley smiled as if that was what he wanted all along. "Done." He handed a credit card to the man behind him, then rubbed his hands together. "So are you taking a vacation or retiring?"
The baby started crying, and the nanny handed her off to Monica. "You may as well start now," she said, taking the bag off her shoulder and setting it on the couch. That's the diaper bag, and there are some diapers in the side pocket."
"Thank you," Monica said, pitching her voice lower than normal. "I'll just take her too her room..."
Burns held a hand up. "Did that payment go through yet?" The bodyguard nodded once, and Burns dropped his arm. "That's fine then. Enjoy your new baby, ma'am."
She nodded and put the diaper bag over her shoulder, keeping her eyes downcast as she carried the baby down the hall. Leaving the door open she changed the child as quickly as she could, thankful for the few babysitting jobs she'd had as a teen. Putting the baby in the crib, she went back to the door and tried to hear the conversation from the living room, but the voices were too soft.
Noting the child was sleeping again, she decided to leave the girl there, where she'd be safe if anything happened. Closing the door behind her, she walked back down the hall, unsure whether she should join the others, or wait until Burns and his people were gone. It was odd they hadn't left yet. They had the money. Maybe something was wrong.
She stepped into the living room just as the front door burst open. A man came through the doorway, his face tight with anger as he surveyed the scene.
"What the hell is going on? Who are you people, and what are you doing in our house?"
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