Cyber 6

Cyber

The chances of the kid being mine were slim. The words kept going around and around in my head as I sat opposite Havoc and Fang at the kitchen table a few hours later, with frosty beers in front of us.

Slim to none were her actual words, and I was glad of that. I would have stepped up if she had been mine, but I wasn't ready for a kid. And I sure as hell wasn’t mature enough for one. I was too selfish, and I loved my life. What wasn't there to love? I was a good-looking man who rode with one of the most respected and feared clubs in the country. I had everything I could ever want: a group of brothers around me that were closer than family, the open road whenever I felt like riding and a steady stream of women eager to warm my bed.

What more could a man ask for?

Except she hadn't said I wasn't the kid's dad. She had said the chances were slim.

“You're thinking about Iris, right?” Fang chuckled darkly and I shot a look at him, the cold bottle at my lips.

“Yeah, he's been like thi