Page 27 of Gluttony

His blue eyes glimmering with something almost like sadness, Frost said, “Even with twins, Emily wasn’t that big at six weeks.” His voice carried a heaviness, like he was speaking words of grief.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on with him? Lately, Frost and Emily were like two enemy ships at sea, passing each other with cannons aimed, waiting to fire.

Not the time to think about that!

Frost’s insight was invaluable, but Red couldn’t just take that as gospel, not when the chance that the baby was his was even .001 percent.

Shannon, seeming to snap out of her stupor, rose to her feet, huffing, her lips pursed in an unattractive pout.

She painted a thin finger at him, her expression tight and red. “I can’t believe you’re letting these assholes keep you from claiming your son,” Shannon sneered, her blue eyes on him and filled with calculated anger.

Red shifted in his seat, forcing calm through his body when all he wanted to do was put his fist through the table. Emily would shit a brick, since she’d ordered the table specially for the room. The club queen was all about making the club feel like a home.

“Theseassholesare my brothers, men I’d kill for, so keep your tongue in your mouth if you can’t speak with respect.”

She opened her mouth to say what the fuck ever, but at his heated glare, she snapped it shut.

“You can understand why I have doubts about that kid being mine. First, I wrapped my shit before I put it anywhere near your snatch. Second, you are obviously further along than six weeks—I’m no pregnancy expert, but you look like you’re comin’ up on six months, not six weeks. Third, unless you can give me a good reason why you can’t get a DNA test, we will end this right here. If that kid is mine, I’ll take responsibility, no question, but I need to see those results with my own eyes. Finally, I’ve got to tell you, taking responsibility for the boy wouldn’t look like you’re thinking it would. There’d be no cohabitation, no you and me getting cozy and playing ‘happy family’, no blank check, spend what you want bullshit, and definitely no scenario where I ever touched you again. If that kid is mine, I’ll open an account for him, from which you can withdraw money for his needs, but every fucking penny would be accounted for. I’ll spend time with the kid, but you and I would never be a couple, do couple things, or act like more than what we are, which is two people whofucked, created a baby, and are making the best of a fucked-up situation.”

As he spoke, he watched her get angrier and angrier, until her whole body was shaking with rage. Huh, guess she didn’t like what she was hearing.

She growled, then spat, “You are unbelievable! I am the mother of your child! I deserve support, respect, and some fucking acknowledgment. Fuck you if you think you can be a part-time dad—our son deserves a family; his mother and his father together for his benefit.”

She said all the right things one would say if they were serious about being a good parent in a tricky situation.

However.

What he heard:I want your patch and the status of being the old lady to an Unchained brother—and all the money and perks that come with it.

Shaking his head, he sighed. Pulling his cell from his pocket, he did what he did best, lurk, locate, unlock, and liberate information.

Beside him, Tornado looked on with a slight smirk on his mouth; he knew exactly what Red was doing. Frost was going to be pissed about Red using club resources so flippantly, but this was fucking life and death—because fuck was he going to live if he couldn’t be with Val because of this fuck up.

Within fifty-two seconds, he was inside the medical records available through the local hospital systems. Everything nowadays was digital, so finding out if your hook up from six weeks ago was actually six weeks pregnant was easy as shit—if you knew where to look and how to get it.

“What’re you doing?” Shannon asked, her voice sharp. “You need to pay attention to me, to the mother of your son. I expect you to step up?—”

“Ugh,” Clusterfuck groaned, “let the man do what he needs to do for his peace of mind. You should want that, too, since, if he’s your baby daddy, you’ll want him to be all in…right?”

She huffed, straightening her back. “Of course, but he should trust me?—”

That made Tornado snort. “Sorry, lady, that’s not happening. Unchained doesn’t trust just anybody—occupational hazard, you understand.”

She planted her hands on her hips and glared at Tornado, then at Red. “Why are you letting them talk to me like that?”

Red didn’t bother answering; he was too busy reading through the list of possible Shannons.

“What’s your last name?” he asked.

She tensed. “Why?”

He sighed. “Just answer the question; it’ll make things smoother, and you want that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a coo meant to disarm. The sooner he knew the absolute truth, the sooner he could get the fuck out of there and find his Daisy.

“Also, shouldn’t the father of your baby know something as basic as your full name?” Cluster asked, the clever bastard.

Again, she huffed. “Fine. My last name is Scanlon.”

Immediately, Red input her name in the search bar, and seconds later her medical records were linked to his phone. Clicking the link, Red went to the most recent entries.

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