Page 52 of Shine: Sins of the Father
I suck in a slow breath. This is the part I really wanted to avoid. “Mom, he was just a guy I met. I barely know him. It was a one-night stand kind of deal.”
“Oh.” She tilts her head. “Do you know his name or how to reach him?”
“We never exchanged last names or numbers. It just… happened, Mom. I’m not proud of it, but here we are. So, I’m going to love this baby, and I’m going to raise it on my own, because that’s the hand life dealt me.”
“I’m here for you, Fiona. We’ll all be here for you. You know that, don’t you?”
I nod, and my eyes fill. She hugs me again and strokes my head. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
“What about Dad?”
“Just give him time. You hungry?” she asks.
“I’m always hungry these days.”
“Come on. I’ll buy you dinner.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Reckless—
“You lose,” I tell Billy and grin when he throws his pool cue on the felt in a huff. “Pay up, brother.”
He digs into his pocket and slaps a twenty down.
I pass him his cold longneck and chuckle.
TJ steps up and racks a game, ready to play me next, when the clubhouse door flies open, and Wolf stalks in followed by Rafe, who looks worriedly toward his brother Kyle at the bar.
Kyle sees his brother’s expression and is off his stool immediately. They whisper to each other while Wolf stalks across to the end of the bar and talks to Cole.
Our president emits a sharp whistle, and the place gets quiet. Skeeter and Cody are behind the bar, and one of them cuts the music.
“Wolf has got something to say,” Cole barks.
I exchange a look with the guys around me, and we all wait. It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Wolf moves to the middle of the clubhouse and slowly turns, eyeing every one of us. “I want to know which one of you has been with my daughter. Raise your fucking hand. Now.”
Everyone looks around, but no one raises a hand.
“Dad…” Kyle begins, but Wolf cuts him off with a hand in his face.
“Fiona’s pregnant. She won’t name the father. I find out it's one of you boys, and you don’t own up to it here and now, I’ll rip that fucking patch off your back myself.” He pins every man witha look, then stops on Cody, who straightens. Wolf points a finger at him. “You. Cody. You been with my daughter?”
“No, sir.”
“You been goin’ over there a hell of a lot, I hear.”
At that, Jake comes off his bar stool. “You callin’ my son a damn liar, Wolf? ‘Cause I’ll knock your fuckin’ teeth out.”
“You can try, brother.”
Cole stands. “Enough. Wolf, my office. Now.”
The two of them stalk across the clubhouse and disappear. A murmur fills the room, and Rafe and Kyle head over to us.
“What the fuck, man? Fiona’s pregnant?” TJ hisses.
