Page 25 of Gluttony

“Sorry, Sarah,” Red offered.

Sarah blushed, her blue eyes sparking with a light he was too familiar with. “That’s okay,” she cooed, pouting, her long and obviously fake eyelashes flapping in a way he assumed was meant to be coy.

Sarah was the newest addition to the club’s women; she came with the Bone Dogz MC members who were patching over. Though the process was going slower than any of them expected, Sarah and three of the former Bone Dogz members had already made themselves at home in the Unchained MC clubhouse.

Sarah, new and shiny, was a favorite among the single brothers, and she knew she was, which was going to cause problems sooner or later. He hadn’t touched her, and neverwould, since he never dipped his dick in club pussy. It created too much drama, and he already had enough drama in his fucking life to last him a goddamn lifetime.

Sarah was pretty, with her blonde locks, long, shapely legs, and big tits. She was dressed in a bikini top that barely covered her nipples, and a pair of jean shorts that barely covered her ass. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew she was using her wiles to entice him into a quickie on his desk, but fuck that, his cock was only hard and weeping for one woman.

Pushing away from his desk, he pinned her with a look that shut that shit down quick.

“You needed something?” he asked, wanting to get her out of his space ASAP.

Her lips pursing—no doubt annoyed at being shut down—she rolled her eyes, and replied, “Tony Dos says there’s some chick at the gate asking for you.”

Valentina!

Fuck, she’d finally come to him!

Immediately, he was on his feet, hurrying from his office, through the common room, and out the door so fucking fast, the world was a blur.

Outside, the gate in view, he slowed down. There was a woman standing there, alright, but it wasn’t the one who owned him, heart, body, and soul…it was a stranger.

A pregnant stranger.

And she was looking at him with danger in her eyes.

NINE

At the table,Red was glad to have Frost, Tornado, and Cluster seated around him. Across from him, however, was, more than likely, the titanic shift he’d never wanted in his life, at least not with this woman, a woman he couldn’t even remember.

Fuck me.

His guts twisted, his mouth filling with bile as he swallowed down the roiling nausea burning the back of his throat.

Fuck. What a way for his mistakes to catch up to him.

“Now that we’re all here, explain,” Frost stated pointedly, his ice blue gaze pinned to the woman who’d strutted into the room dressed up like she’djuststrutted from a barroom. Tight dress, tits pushed up to her neck, brunette bob perfectly straight and smooth, full makeup on her face, and a belly that was bigger closer up than it had been when he’d first seen it.

The woman, whose name he didn’t know, huffed. “I don’t understand why you are all here when I asked to talk to Redtube.” Her voice was like that first punch of excruciating pain after getting nailed in the nuts with a Major League fastball.

Before the woman at the gate even opened her mouth, Red had texted his prez, his closest friend, and Cluster, just to have someone to punch when necessary. The woman, whowas vaguely familiar, had smiled at him as he approached, her manicured hand cradling her obvious baby belly. He had no fucking clue about pregnancy, but she looked to be at least halfway cooked.

Now, seated across from him and his brothers, she didn’t seem as eager to speak as she had at the gate before he’d shut her down. His only words to her were, “Come inside, but I don’t want to hear shit until I’m ready for you to speak.” She’d gasped, pressing her other hand to her throat as though to grasp at invisible pearls, but she’d complied, waiting for Tony Dos to open the gate so she could walk through. She followed behind him as he entered the common room, and strode across the space to the hallway leading to the conference room the club used for non-church business, like chatting with baby-mommas looking for a brother’s patch.

Red answered, “They’re here because I want them here. I have an inkling about what you’re going to say, and I want my brothers here to witness it.” She curled her lips like she tasted something sour, but he only leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. “Now, speak. I’m guessing you’re here to tell me that,” he tipped his chin to her belly, “is because of me.”

She straightened her shoulders, raised her chin into the air, and narrowed her eyes at him.

“It is. You’re the father, and you’re going to take responsibility for it,” she snapped.

Beside him, Tornado pulled out his phone and began texting someone. Red knew exactly what Tornado was doing because they’d all done it at least once over the last several years. Almost immediately, there was a ping of a return text. Tornado read it and then met Red’s gaze with a single nod.

Good. He needed to get this shit out of the way so he could get back to finding his woman, claiming her, and putting all this bullshit behind them.

“I don’t remember you, I don’t even remember your name, which, I understand, is a byproduct of the lifestyle I’d dedicated myself to for years.” Dropping his hands to the table, he tapped out a rhythm he didn’t know, and asked, “What’s your name? When did we fuck?”

She jerked back at his bluntness, probably expecting him to soften toward her as the mother of his child—or so she claimed. Too many woman had come through the club, claiming to have been knocked up by a brother, and he was no exception. Not once had he failed to suit up before fucking, and sometimes he even made a point to pull out and come on their asses or tits. For him, those instances weren’t about marking them, it was about making sure that predatory gleam in their eyes didn’t fuck up his life.

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