Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Tanner stares at her and the look in his eyes terrifies me. “It seems your mom breeds them all the same.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rachael spits, discreetly stepping in front of her child.
Her mom recovers, and as if finding her back bone, she scrambles toward her daughter. “Don’t you dare touch her, you … you animal,” she seethes.
Tanner scoffs. “Been there, done that, and trust me, it’s no good. Just ask my father.”
Rachael’s face turns a sickening shade of white as her mother sputters. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she demands.
Tanner laughs. “It seems your daughter has a few secrets of her own,” he says, stepping around them and moving toward the child in the stroller. He grabs the handful of shopping bags and dumps them on the ground before crouching down to get a good look at the little boy. “Good looks really do run in my family,” he says. “But it’s a shame he’s not mine.”
“Where do you get off claiming that child is not yours?” the mother spits. “How dare you. Haven’t you messed with my family enough? You take my son from me and now you want to screw over my daughter as well? Not on my watch, asshole. We have the paternity test to prove it.”
Tanner straightens up and turns to Rachael. “Do you want to tell her, or should I?”
Rachael clenches her jaw, her gaze flicking between her mother and Tanner, looking as though she’s about to be sick. “I … I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says. “He’s your son and the sooner you accept it, the better for everyone involved.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt we share the same DNA. Isn’t that right, Rachael? It’s how you knew the paternity test would confirm me as the father. All you had to do was make sure you fucked me. To be honest, it’s almost ironic. Colby attacked my sister as some fucked-up revenge plot for me screwing you, but really, you were the one who violated me that night.”
“I … I,” she panics, but Tanner just laughs, cutting her off and giving a manic smile to her mom.
“Here, let me clue you in because you’re clearly not keeping up,” Tanner says. “Your daughter, the little whore that she is, wasn’t knocked up by me. She was fucking my father, a married man, and when she discovered she was pregnant, they devised a sick little plan for her to fuck me and claim the baby was mine, knowing a paternity test would still confirm our DNA was a match. After all, they couldn’t let anyone know she was fucking him because she was underage, and my father really didn’t feel like going down for statutory rape, a problem your son clearly didn’t have. Though I’m not gonna lie, it was clever, and she almost pulled it off. The only problem is, my father dearest forgot to delete his messages. Pretty stupid for a man facing jail time.”
Rachael crumbles, weeping in silence as her mother gapes at her. “Is that true?” she gasps with disgust. “You were having an affair with a married man and set up his son to take the fall?”
“I … I … I had no choice,” she says. “He made me do it. He was going to force me to have an abortion.”
They start to get into it, but Tanner decides he’s had enough and spares one more glance toward his half-brother. “Well, it was lovely catching up,” he says before kicking the shopping bags with his foot and cringing. “I hope this shit is refundable, because in case you haven’t figured it out, you’ll be paying back every fucking cent of child support.”
And with that, Tanner steps between the two of them and starts making his way back toward us, ready to leave, but I haven’t quite finished here. “Hey,” I say, stepping closer to Rachael, and without warning, I rear back and sock her right in the face. She screams as her mother gasps in horror, blood pouring from her broken nose. “Only I get to fuck with Tanner.”
And with that, I turn back toward him, give him a beaming smile, and slip my hand into his. With a huge weight off all of our shoulders, the three of us make our way back to the Mustang, ready to face the firing squad at school.
Chapter 34
BRIELLE
“HOOOOOOOLY FUCK,” Riley says, eyes wide as he watches the parking lot of Bradford Private, staring at the white BMW that just pulled in. “It’s her. She’s here. She actually came. I thought she was just fucking with me, but she actually came.”
Jax scoffs, embarrassed to be around him. “Dude, chill. You’re never going to get your dick wet like that.”
“Ugggghhh,” I groan, shoving Jax in the arm. “Why do you have to make everything disgusting?”