Page 90 of Devil's Dilemma

“I think your friends in that car would allow me that one,” Pyro growls. “When they hear what you fuckin’ did.”

Gasping, Skull or whoever he is, slowly straightens. “For getting her pregnant I’ll give you that, for doing my job? Nah.”

Clare’s been silent while I’ve been questioning Skull. I now risk a glance at her, her sharp inhale when her husband was punched had been audible. She looks worried, as if expecting more violence to follow, or, could it be, that’s she’s becoming disgusted with her pig of a man?

The Devils can’t fight this battle. The cops waiting outside mean their hands are tied, or, at least, for now. But I can.

“What’s your name?” I ask, advancing menacingly. “What is your real name?”

He snaps his mouth shut.

“Mel?” asks Pyro.

“He’s going to fucking go down,” I swear at my man. “So, I need his real name to take him.”

“Donavan Jordan,” Twister speaks for him. “That’s the name we found in his house.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” the man we now know is Don snarls at me. “I was doing a job. I didn’t do a crime. You don’t have a leg to stand on. Look, we’ll sort out something about support for the kid. If it’s really mine, I’m not going to deny my responsibility. We’ll need to talk about custody arrangements.”

“You won’t be giving her a penny of your filthy money, and you won’t be having anything to do with the kid,” Pyro growls.

“He won’t be seeing him from behind bars,” I threaten.

“Whatcha saying, Mel?” Red asks.

“He raped me. He misrepresented himself. If I’d known who he was, what he was doing, I’d never have given my consent. I didn’t give my body to a cop, I gave it to the biker he was pretending to be.”

Red’s eyes gleam, as he turns to Jordan. “You were sanctioned to fuck for information?”

Skull’s eyes widen. “What?” For the first time, his voice isn’t steady.

But Red’s standing there with an eyebrow raised in challenge. When Skull doesn’t say more, he continues, “Your superiors know? Or is this something you did on your own? Did you want an old lady to get information, use her in some way to strengthen your acceptance into the club? Or did you just want a handy fuckin’ companion?”

“Don?” his wife asks, almost hesitantly, as though she too wants clarification but is afraid of the answer.

Suddenly he rounds on her. “Why, Clare? Why did you have to go back to the house? We’d have gotten away, been set up somewhere new. But you had to get that damn toy.”

“Don’t put this on me,” she spits back. “We’re talking about this… woman here who says she’s carrying your baby. Is that true, Don? Is it really yours?”

“Get out of here, Mel,” Pyro warns again. But I shake my head. I need to be here. I need this confrontation. I need to be able to make sense of what he’s done. So much worse than him being dead.

It had all been a lie from the very first moment I set eyes on him. It was never me he wanted. He just picked me like an item he had on a list at a grocery store.

“Your cut’s club property.” Red approaches him. “I want it back.”

But the man I knew as Skull shakes his head. “It’s evidence.”

“You’re building a fuckin’ case against us?” Pyro’s face is bright red.

There’s a commotion in the room above. Shouts of “Put your hands up!” and another yell of, “Jordan, time’s up.”

Skull jerks his head upward as if acknowledging the faceless voice. Then looks at Clare apologetically and belatedly answers her question with a demand to me, “I want a DNA test, Mel.”

I think of all the things he’d said, that was the worst.

I’m not the only one to think it.

“You don’t trust her? You have the fuckin’ balls to question the woman you raped and impregnated?”

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