Page 66 of Deception
“You knocked her up already?”
“It’s not funny!” he shouts. “That wouldn’t make me upset, and I sure as hell wouldn’t need your help if I had.”
“I’m not even going to—What do you need help with?”
“Can you keep your mouth shut?”
Nodding, he moves to sit on the picnic table outside the front door. “Of course.”
“Cole’s gotta go. And we need to go inside and make him.”
“I mean, I don’t really like him, either, but why? Dude, you look ready to explode. What’s going on?”
Sniffling, his hands shake at his sides, and for a moment, Gavin wonders if he’s going through withdrawals. Has Kent been using something?
“If he doesn’t go on his own, I’m going to fucking murder that bastard.”
“Kent, what the fuck is going on?”
A low growl escapes before he lowers his voice. “He’s Nolan’s father.”
The world screeches to a halt, and he gapes at the larger man. “Cole Walsh knocked up my sister?”
“Talked her into fucking him, and when he was done, he just left her there. Then, he pretended it never happened and refused to take responsibility for Nolan.”
“She told you this?”
“Yeah. I knew about how everything went down, but she freaked out last night when she saw Cole behind the bar. She came clean. He was outside before I got there and told her she can’t stop him from joining the club.”
The new Prospect walks around like his shit don’t stink because he’s dating Colt’s sister, but the reality is, he knocked up the VP’s daughter. “We gotta tell my dad.”
“We can’t. I promised I wouldn’t say anything because she doesn’t want to hurt Klaire. I think it’s a stupid decision, but it’s hers. But I can’t do this alone.”
Gavin shakes his head. “Sorry, I’m just… This is a lot this early in the day.”
“My thinking is that we can go in and scare the shit out of him. Convince him that leaving on his own will be better than dying.”
“It’s worth a shot,” he says and follows Kent inside.
The man in question stands behind the bar wiping down the shelves like a good little brown noser. His head is so far up Colt’s ass, Gavin’s surprised he can do anything without the President around to praise him.
“Hey, guys,” Cole says and gives them his pretentious smile. “What’s up?”
Leaning on the bar top, Kent clenches his fists. “We gotta talk.”
“Sure.”
The bar top doesn’t provide a ton of protection for Cole, and Gavin taps Kent’s shoulder. “Maybe back away. Make it easier not to pummel him.”
“You’re going to hit me?” Cole asks.
“Unless you turn in your kutte right now and walk out before we fucking murder you,” Gavin says.
He expects Cole to look shocked or question them. Try to find common ground. Instead, he actually smirks. “So, she finally told you, huh?”
“So you admit it?” Kent asks.
“Fucking her? Yeah, sure. But it’s not like I’m the only one. She’s a little biker whore. But that kid ain’t mine, and you’ll never prove otherwise.”
