Page 48 of Slayin Villain
Ember gasped.“You knew I was pregnant this whole time.”
I looked between them.Then at him.“You’ve been in her bed every time I turn around.You show up at my place begging and run back to her like a dog off his leash.”
Ember’s eyes shimmered.“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“Too late for that.”My voice cracked.
Villain swore under his breath, trying to sit up straighter despite the IV in his arm.“You think this is easy for me?You think I’m not torn the fuck up over all of this?And then finding out you’re pregnant, too.”
“You didn’t look torn,” I spat.
Ember interrupted us.“You’re pregnant, too?”
“Yep.But there’s a difference.I know my baby is Villain’s.He’s been the only one.”
He slammed his hand on the metal railing, and I jumped.
“This ain’t about sides anymore,” he shouted.“It’s about choices.And none of us have made good ones lately.”
“Speak for yourself,” I hollered, eyeing them both.
I was halfway out the door when he rasped, “Rachel, don’t go.”
I froze.
He sounded small.Raw.And for one stupid second, I remembered the night he told me he wanted to give me a property patch.The night I thought maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t just another lay to a biker who never let anyone close.
I turned to him, trying like hell not to fall apart.“You don’t get to have both of us.”
“I never…”
“Bullshit.”I stepped back inside.“You’re juggling two women and now two pregnancies.You wanna act like the big bad bastard, fine.But you don’t get to keep us both hanging.”
Ember stayed quiet, watching me with wide eyes.
“You want me to stay?”I asked, looking him dead in the eye.“You’ve got until the end of the week to make a choice.Me, or her.You don’t get to ride the fence anymore, Villain.This war ends now.”
I didn’t wait for his response.I turned and left, slamming the door so hard it echoed down the whitewashed hallway.
I didn’t cry until I got into the car.
And when I did, it wasn’t soft.It wasn’t pretty.
It was the kind of ugly sobbing that came from a place deeper than hurt.It came from betrayal.From loss.
But in the middle of it, a thought surfaced.Cold and clean.
If he chose her...I’d go to Kingpin.
I’d tell him everything.
About my baby.
About Ember’s.
And about how Villain had torn the club apart with one pretty smile and a dirty secret.
Because even princes bleed when the crown slips.
