20
Jaynee
Karma fascinated me. Maddy had warned me that she was quiet and kept to herself. We couldn’t have been talking about the same person. After I’d given Sadie a bath and our little girls were settled in the living room with a movie, Karma hadn’t stopped talking while we drank coffee in the kitchen.
She seemed starved for adult interaction, so I just let her prattle to her heart’s content.
“So which kitten bothers you most?” she asked, bitterness in her tone.
“Not really any of them. I don’t know them. I briefly met Amber. She walked in on Sadie and me in Zander’s room. It was awkward as hell.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh my God, she did? A bootie call, I’m sure of it.” She nodded and went to a cabinet above the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Would you like some in your coffee?” She poured a fair amount into her mug.
“Sure, love some.” After kissing Zander, I needed to chill. It was a spectacular, pussy-throbbing kiss. It should’ve never happened, but wow, I didn’t regret itthatmuch. “You’re probably right about the bootie call, but it didn’t happen. I cock blocked him.”
Karma tossed her head back, laughing. “I love it. Serves that biker right.” She filled my cup with whiskey.
I wrinkled my forehead, shocked at how much she poured into my mug. “Do you not like Zander? I mean Lynx.” I kept forgetting everyone else called him Lynx.
“He’s okay.” She shrugged.
“Oh, you just seemed salty.”
She gulped her drink. “I am salty but not with any of Knights here in Minnesota.”
“Oh, no? Then who?” This woman was so fun to listen to. She didn’t seem to have a filter. I liked a person who freely spoke their mind, not giving a crap what anyone else thought.
“My ex. Well, he’s sort of my ex.” She tapped her finger to her lips. “I’m not sure he’d call me his ex, though. You know how asshole bikers can be.”
“No, actually, I don’t. Lynx is the first I’ve ever known.” It was weird to think of him as a biker, considering I hadn’t seen him on a motorcycle. I bet he looked sexy and dangerous on it.
Karma’s eyes bulged. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Lynx has been really nice to me. Everyone has, to be honest.”
“Storm and his crew are all great. I’m not talking about them.” She waved her hand in the air as if dismissing Zander’s friends and took a large gulp.
I sipped my spiked coffee. “You have a beef with a biker in a different club? Did he cheat or something with a kitten?”
Karma drained her mug. “He sure fucking did. But in his club, they aren’t called kittens. They’re just club girls. You know, whores.”
Totally taken aback by her bluntness, I coughed, nearly choking on the alcohol. I’d just sipped my coffee when she hissed the wordwhores. “Wow, I’m sorry.” I cleared my throat.
“Don’t be. It’s his loss. He never claimed me, so I shouldn’t be angry over it.”
I studied her. Try as she might, Karma couldn’t hide her brokenness. The biker had totally done a number on her.
Wait.
“Is Nova the biker’s daughter?”
“She sure fucking is.” Karma poured more Jack into her mug. I had the distinct feeling she had a lot to get off her chest and no one to talk to. “The asshole doesn’t even know she exists.”
Holy crap. I took a large drink, needing to do something while I processed all this. Was Karma confessing her sins? To a total stranger? Lucky for her, I wasn’t one to gossip. I’d take her admission to the grave.
“You hid your pregnancy?” I couldn’t keep my child a secret from her father. When I told Richard I was pregnant, he wasn’t happy. He probably would’ve preferred not knowing. Maybe Nova’s dad was like Richard in that regard. Ugh, assholes.
A tear streaked down Karma’s face. She wiped it away quickly. “I didn’t plan to hide the baby. When I found out I was pregnant, I went to his house to tell him after he returned from a run.” She drained her cup again.