Page 49 of Falling for Autumn
“Love you too.”
“And O, just consider having a conversation with my twin.”
“Bye, Kember.” I hung up the phone without further discussion and opened an app. I pressed the buttons to start the app before I slid my phone into my pocket.
Reaching inside the glove compartment, I grabbed some papers and jumped out of my car before he could turn around and see me.
One of the workers at the truck stop was going over some paperwork with him as I slowly strode up to him. Both men turned around to see me at the same time. The man who had been going over the papers paused briefly and stared at me.
Wilson froze and looked at me before a smirk turned his lips up. “The hell you doin’ here?” he asked.
I shoved the papers at him. “You need to sign these.”
“I’m not signing shit. What’s this?” he asked, frowning at the papers.
“It’s an affidavit of parental rights relinquishment.”
“What?”
“It’s your opportunity to sign away rights to Auburn Summer.”
“Summer? I didn’t know that was her middle name.”
“Because you don’t give a shit about her. The only thing you care about is getting close to Autumn.”
“I’m not signing that. You’ve got me messed up, man.”
“You are going to sign it, and you’re not going to waste another minute doing it.”
“What the hell am I getting out of this? How much are you willing to pay me to walk away?”
“Pay you to walk away from your own damn kid? You ain’t ’bout shit.”
“Whatever. So, what’s it gonna be? I’m not taking anything less than ten figures.”
“Do you want to be in her life or not?”
“I’m not trying to pay for another jit. But damn, I won’t lie. Autumn’s pussy was sweet.”
The papers flew from my hand as I hit him in the mouth, not once but three times, until he fell to the ground. I dropped down, straddled him, and then I beat the shit out of him.
I heard feet running behind me, but I didn’t care as I continued pounding his face in. Hands tugged at me, and it took several seconds before I finally gave in to the pull. I jerked away from them, picked up the papers, and threw them down at him. “Sign the muthafuckin’ papers!” I demanded.
Wilson rolled onto his side and spat blood out.
“You okay?” one of the men asked Wilson.
“Fuck you,” Wilson replied in a hoarse voice.
I turned to the first man who had the clipboard. “Give him that damn pen and clipboard so that he can sign those papers.”
“Fuck you, October,” he grunted. “I want some money, and I’ll gladly sign those papers.”
“Sign the gahdamn papers, Terence, before nobody can keep me off your ass!” I kicked him in the side, and he curled up. I took the clipboard from the first man’s hand and grabbed the papers off the ground. Once I’d secured them to the clipboard, I tossed it onto his chest.
He coughed and spat out some blood before he snatched the clipboard off his chest. He sat up, signed the papers, and threw the clipboard on the ground.
I snatched it up, kicked him one final time, and turned away from him. Before I could walk away, he grumbled. “Fuck that ho and her bastard child!”
