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“S-seduce h-h-him,” Mommie mumbled.
Certain she’d misunderstood, Harley lifted her head and stared at the misery on Mommie’s face. “Trap CJ?”
“Yes…no…God!” She covered her face and drew in a sob. “Outlaw and your daddy…I think CJ does care about you, even if it isn’t love.” She lowered her hands and swiped at her cheeks. “He’d take much better care of you if he thinks you’re carrying his child, than Nardo.”
Harley agreed, and she hadn’t even revealed her last argument with Nardo where he’d raised his fist to hit her.
“I…CJ will know I’m not a virgin.”
“Not necessarily. We’ll devise a better planifyou’re pregnant.”
“And if I’m not?”
“Then we’ll get you on birth control and put this chapter behind us.”
“I can still seduce CJ, t-tell h-him I’m pregnant, then say I’ve lost the baby.”
“Absolutely not, Harley. My idea is hideous enough. Meggie might climb on a ladder to attack me. She’s ferocious about her children and her husband.”
That wasn’t Harley’s problem. Her mother had given her a way to refocus CJ’s attention back to her. Now, she only had to find a way to get Molly off his mind. It was ruining everything. Sometimes, Harley would be talking to him, and his attention would stray. “CJ would—”
“No, Harley! It’s deception, and it isn’t the way to start a relationship. The only reason I even suggested it is because I don’t want you attached to Nardo for the next eighteen years.”
Harley didn’t care what Mommie said. Pregnant or not, she’d seduce CJ and pretend she’d been a virgin. Despite all those other girls turning his head, he was a good guy, loyal and protective. Anytime he wanted Jaleena, he reallycouldoverlook Harley’s differences.
Besides, Mommie’s words revealed her hypocrisy. She was speaking of deception, whilestillkeeping her miscarriages from Daddy.
Instead of responding, Harley made a face at her mother, stomped around her, down the hall, and into her bedroom, where she slammed the door shut.
Chapter Thirty-Two – Christopher
After breakfast the next morning, Christopher rounded up Diesel, CJ, Rebel, Mattie and Rory so they could head to the club. It didn’t surprise him to see Zoann there with Val and Ryan, since he called and demanded his nephew’s presence.
He especially wanted his daughter and niece there. He wanted them to know there were repercussions for their actions. They were minors, if notchildrenin the strictest sense. While Potter was a good man and caught in the crossfire of Rebel and Mattie’s immaturity, and Billy and Eric’s predatory ways, he stilldidn’t call Christopher immediately. The motherfucker knew of the frantic search under way for the girls. He wouldn’t have been able to face Megan with the news that her daughter and her niece were missing.
Potter sat at the bar with the other two. He was the only assfuck with the sense to understand the seriousness of the situation. He was so taut and tense, his hands curled into fists and his shoulders were stiff and ramrod straight.
Eric sipped a beer. Billy was on his phone. When he saw Rebel and Mattie, he smirked at them.
There were too many motherfuckers to go into his office, so he went to his seat at his table. Diesel found his chair.
Panicked filled Zoann’s whiskey-colored eyes. Val was ashen. Meanwhile, arrogance still touched Ryan’s unease. The little motherfucker.
Rebel and Mattie took seats at their table. CJ and Rory opted to stand.
Before he got down to business, he sent a mass text, a little guilty he’d neglected to do it the day after his birthday party.
Not killin my sons or nephews. Always findin a way to punish them and lettin them live.
Zoann and Val’s phone dinged. As they read the message, Christopher set his phone aside. The relief on his sister’s face made him feel like such a motherfucker. Throwing her phone aside, she rested her elbows on the table and covered her face with her hands.
“It’s okay, Puff,” Val said, rubbing her back, his own expression easing.
Later, he’d remind them not to tell the kids,especiallyRyan. He’d be the main motherfucker abusing that decree.
“Yo, Prez, I’m hungry,” Billy called.
“Shut up, dumb ass,” Potter ordered.
