Page 39 of Slayin Villain
“You’re not even gonna ask how the patch-over went?”he demanded.
“I was there, remember?Waiting to see you with your new Ol’ Lady.”
“You left.”He scoffed.“She ain’t my Ol’ Lady.”
“Sure looked like it the other night.”
He turned, leveling that glare on me.“What the hell is your problem, Rachel?”
I stared at him, heart pounding.I didn’t want to say it.Didn’t want to hand over the last piece of myself I’d been holding onto.
But the truth burned in my chest.I couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words slammed into the room like a pipe bomb.
He blinked.
Once.Twice.
Then his mouth twisted into something that wasn’t quite a smile.“You serious right now?”
“You think I’d joke about that?”
He paced in front of the coffee table, hands on his hips.“You telling me this because of Ember?”
My stomach dropped.“What the fuck did you just say?”
“I’m asking if this is about that.About her.You heard about Ember.What she told everyone in the goddamn club last night.You get jealous, and now suddenly you’re having my kid?”
I walked right up to him and shoved him in the chest.Hard.
“You arrogant, gaslighting son of a bitch.”
He didn’t flinch.Didn’t back up.
“You think I’m lying?”
“I don’t know what to think,” he snapped.“You knew what this was.You agreed.Open.No strings.”
“I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else,” I yelled.“Not once!I was loyal to you while you were out here playing with sweetbutts and Ember and whoever the fuck else made your dick twitch.”
His jaw ticked.“That ain’t fair.”
“No, what’s not fair is you acting like I’m just some bitch on your rotation when I’ve been by your side for months… no… years.Years… Cleaning blood off your cut.Taking stitches out of your brothers.Holding your secrets.And now I’m knocked up, and you think it’s a goddamn manipulation tactic?”
He rubbed his face with both hands.“Jesus Christ, Rach…”
I stared him down.“You wanted truth?There it is.”
Silence swallowed the room.
Then he looked at me, really looked at me.His voice dropped.“You sure?”
I nodded.“Two tests.Three.Two at home.One from work.”
He let out a slow breath, like the weight of it finally sank into his bones.“Fuck.”
