Page 109 of Indulge
She stands, hands shaking. “You want the truth?”
“I’d prefer it,” I say, voice even, “but honestly? I couldn’t give a shit. There’s no way in hell you’re pregnant with my baby.”
“It’s not yours,” she snaps. “It’s Rowan’s.”
The glass hits the floor.
I stare at her. Every muscle locks tight. “You want to try that again?”
Her chin lifts in defiance, eyes shining with tears she refuses to drop. “You heard me.”
Something twists in my chest. Not anger—something colder. A hollowness that spreads fast.
I’d do anything to protect my brother. If this stopped him and Bella… maybe it was worth it. Even then, I’d look after him.
“Get out,” I say.
She doesn’t move. I know she’s lying. I know it in my bones. But Rowan can be reckless, especially when I’m not there.
“Reggie—”
“I said get out. What do you want? Money? Fine.” I throw a stack of fifties at her feet.
When I rise, she flinches—not because I touch her, but because I don’t.
Stillness from me is always worse.
“If you’re pregnant,” I grind out, “hand your notice to Declan with the medical proof. Only then will I hear you out. Until then, stay the fuck away from Rowan.”
I shove open the heavy door, and the noise of Inferno slams into me—heat, bass, bodies, the club roaring like it always does.
“Reggie, wait!” Lyla stumbles after me in heels.
I’m halfway down the hall, heart pounding, when I see them.
Rowan. Bella.
At the entrance—her hair beautifully messy, his shirt half undone. A smear of chocolate on her collarbone catches the light.
My stomach drops.
Rowan freezes. Bella goes pale.
“Reggie,” Lyla breathes behind me.
She grabs my arm. I yank it free.
“Come on, lover boy,” she purrs loud enough for the whole damn club to hear. “Back to the private room. I need more of you.”
Everything in me goes quiet.
Two brothers. One woman.
A single heartbeat of stillness before it all goes to hell.
Rowan shakes his head, disappointment slicing through the tension.
Bella’s gaze flicks between me and Lyla. Rowan squeezes her hand like he’s trying to steady her.
