Monroe, Marla - The Bikers and the Socialite [The Dirty Dozen 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

toward the bikes.
    They mounted up, after putting on their helmets, and rode off. When they pulled into the garage, Parker expected them to head on in the house. Instead, Shane held out his hand.
    “What?”
    “Keys to your car, please. We’re going to your place to pick up a change of clothes for you. You’re staying with us for a few days while we get everything settled.”
    “I’m not moving in with you, Shane.”
    He smiled. “I know, Parker. Just a couple of nights until we have everything situated.”
    Parker reached into her purse and pulled out her keys. She dropped them into Shane’s hand and followed him to the car. Allen opened the door of the Escalade for her and helped her inside before climbing in the back. They made the trip to her condo in silence. She kept thinking about Cole’s revelation that they lived in ménage relationships in their gang. That meant that Shane and Allen would want that as well.
    Well, weren’t you thinking about that before everything blew up? Things were different now. She had a child to consider.
    When they walked into her condo, her phone began to ring. She realized she had left it at home and never even missed it. She reached for it only to have Shane grab it.
    “Don’t tell anyone where you’re going yet. We need to give our gang the chance to make a decision before the shit hits the fan.”
    “I understand.” She took the phone and answered without looking at who it was. She wouldn’t do that again.
    “Hello?”
    “Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to find you all fucking day.”
    “None of your business. What do you want, Michael?” She lifted her eyebrows at Shane.
    He leaned in to listen as she talked to him.
    “We need to talk. Have you made up your mind?”
    “I told you that I wouldn’t marry you.”’
    “Think those two bozos of yours are going to believe that brat is theirs once all your past lovers start showing up?”
    Parker’s stomach dropped, and she nearly dropped the phone. How had he found out?”
    Shane put his hand over the phone and whispered in her ear.
    “Tell him that you don’t give a fuck, and that you’re not marrying him.”
    “I don’t give a fuck. I’m not marrying you. Good-bye, Michael.” She disconnected and laid the phone back on the counter. It immediately began ringing again.
    “Ignore it. He’s been following you, or having you followed.”
    “I’m sorry. I led him right to you.” She wrapped her arms around herself to try and control the shivering.
    “Easy, baby. It was going to happen anyway. We still have time to talk to the gang tomorrow before he starts anything.”
    Tears slipped from her eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones. She couldn’t stop them or the shaking. Allen walked over and pulled her into his arms. He rubbed her back and whispered in her ear.
    Shane walked toward the back of the condo where her bedroom was. She pulled out of Allen’s arms to follow Shane. She needed to pack and get them out of there.
    “Where is your suitcase, baby?” Shane asked when she walked in the bedroom behind him.
    “Top of the closet.” She began gathering a couple of changes of clothes when he brought her large suitcase and laid it open on the bed. “I don’t need the large one. The small one would be just fine.”
    “I want you to have enough clothes in case we have to go out of town for a few days. I’m not leaving you with Michael acting like a dick. I don’t trust him.”
    “Fine. I’ll use this suitcase.” She wasn’t going to argue with him. She had a headache. Too much had happened in a short period of time.
    By the time she had everything packed, the large suitcase was full. She’d made sure to add her Kindle and the picture of her parents before her mother died. Why she wanted that, she didn’t know, but it made her feel a little better to have it close to her. She closed the suitcase and started to lift it off the bed.
    “Uh-uh. You don’t lift anything heavier than your