Page 39 of Sin Wagon
With his eyes narrowing and his brows slanting, his face takes on a stern and focused expression. “I think that’s a bit much, Wells. She just found out about us. Giving the baby our last name is too fast. Don’t overwhelm her.”
”I’m not overwhelming you, am I Delilah?”
Without uttering a word, she locks eyes with me, her lips forming a thin line and her eyes widening with surprise.
“Leave it, Wells,” Jonas snaps.
I commend him for standing up and protecting her, but she is mine. The scent of jealousy hangs in the air as I make my claim. “The baby will have the Covington last name. It’s my baby.”
With a loud clatter, my mom’s fork falls onto her plate, and her expression shifts to one of disbelief as she gazes at me.
“Delilah?” she says quietly.
Delilah’s gaze meets my mom’s, her eyes welling up with tears as she nods once, slightly.
All hell breaks loose.
Jonas is out of his seat before I can react, and his fist connects with my cheek immediately. The impact sends me sprawling back, and we both tumble to the floor, him landing ontop of me. The force of his punch rings in my ears and my vision blurs.
“You fucked my daughter?” he shouts, his voice raw with rage.
His fists rain down on me, one blow after another, each one punctuated by the same furious question.
“I didn’t even know she existed, and you did and didn’t tell me? And you fucked her?”
I try to shield my face; the pain radiating through my skull.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Jonas,” I manage to spit out, my voice strained. With a surge of adrenaline, I shove him off me, using my weight to roll on top of him. My knuckles connect with his nose, and I hear a sickening crack.
“I didn’t know,” I shout, my anger fueling my punches.
“Bullshit,” he growls, slapping my hand away. He grapples with me, his hands clawing at my face. We roll on the floor, each of us trying to gain the upper hand. The world narrows to the sound of our labored breathing, the thud of fists against flesh, and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
With a sudden force, I’m torn away from my brother, a set of strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me up. I straighten my shirt.
“That’s enough, boys. We are in public,” my dad chastises, and I look around, feeling the weight of all eyes on us. I turn to look across the table and see my mother, her mouth hanging open in shock, while Delilah sits there, her face drained of color, tears streaming down her cheeks.
An employee heads our way with a look of disdain on his face.
“Explain how this happened?” my mother whispers.
“It’s evident how it happened, Mom. Wells decided to take advantage of a vulnerable young girl, desperate for any father figure in her life.”
“Jonas,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my own heart.
“She’s just another conquest on his fuck list. This time, though, you decided to fuck your niece? That’s sick.”
“Excuse me,” the employee says and I see he has a manager nametag on. “Is everything okay over here?”
“Yes. My apologies,” my dad responds. “My boys got a little too handsy over a sports game.”
“We have zero tolerance for violence. See that it doesn’t happen again.”
“Yes, Sir. We are getting ready to leave.” My dad grunts.
Delilah stands, her face ghostly white, her jaw clenched tightly.
“I’m going to go now,” she says, her voice shaking, her eyes darting angrily around the room. “I don’t owe any of you anything.”
