Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Dom—” I look up at my dad.
“I twisted myself in knot after knot so I wouldn’t hurt a woman who I thought loved me. I didn’t want to turn into my old man and look at me now. I’m just like you. I’ve gotten myself into a mirror situation with you, Dad. What’s that fucking saying? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“How did Gabby end up pregnant? Why the fuck did you go back to her after what she did to T—not to mention playing you for a fool.”
I rub the back of my neck as the tension keeps multiplying inside of me. “After T was shot, I blamed myself. It was my fault he left our club. It was my fault he was even at the Demon Chaser’s clubhouse. I couldn’t breathe for the guilt. Drinking became a way to forget the pain—it was an escape. Raze began going with me places to watch my back. He didn’t know everything I was going through, but he understood my guilt with T. One night we went to Pussy’s. Raze was fooling around with one of the strippers there. I lost track of him. Everything became a haze. I rented a room at the motel across the road. I was alone and passed out on the bed. When I woke up the next morning, I was naked with Gabby in the bed beside me. She said I called her and promised to make her my old lady. Apparently, I even insisted we have sex without protection. I don’t understand any of it. I swear, I wouldn’t have called her willingly, no matter how drunk I was. I sure as fuck wouldn’t have sex with her. The entire night after I passed out is blank to me. I left immediately and told her to stay away from me.”
“That’s why you stopped drinking,” Bull says, studying me.
“Yeah. I haven’t been drunk since. I never have more than a beer or two and that’s usually once a week or every other week. I’m never losing control again.”
“How do you even know she is pregnant? Did she show you any proof?”
“She pulled her dress tight enough to show off the swell of her stomach. That’s it, really. I told her to leave. She said she’d be back after I had time to process everything and break things off with Thea. Gabby’s delusional—completely fucking delusional. She thinks I’m going to move her in here.”
“We need to put a tail on her. See what game she’s playing,” Dad mutters.
“I agree. I’ll have the tech boys tap into all her medical records. Corbin isn’t huge. It should be easy to track down records,” Bull adds.
“We put a tail on her, we’ll be able to see where she’s going to the doctor, at the very least we’ll know what pharmacy she uses and can track doctors that way,” Breaker chimes in.
“What if she doesn’t visit a pharmacist?”
“If she is pregnant, there will be medications to get filled,” Dad points out.
I nod, but I feel a little lost. “Why would you help me? I’m not in the club—”
“You’re family and your fucking cut is waiting for you to stop being so stubborn. The club needs you. I fucked up, Dom, but I never wanted you to leave the club. Never,” Dad says.
I swallow down the emotion that I’m not ready for and clear my throat. “Thanks, Dad.”
“We’ll go get this shit started,” he says, and walks over to me. His hand comes down on my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Dom. We’ll both weather through this storm and come out whole on the other side.”
I nod. We hug. He slaps me hard on my back, and I withstand it with a smile. “Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“If you want Mom home sooner, it might be good to set up a meeting with King and ask her to go with you.”
“She say that to you?” he asks, clearly surprised.
“Not in so many words, but I’m pretty sure it would work. Just be careful. I don’t trust him and I’m not just saying that because of who he is. I think he’s hiding something.”
“Are you going to be able to accept the fact you may have another brother?” Dad asks.
“Jury’s still out,” I respond with a halfhearted smirk.
“Fair enough.” With a nod, he goes to the door.
Breaker is next. He stands and looks at me. I wait for whatever is brewing in that head of his. “You pull this shit again, Dom, and I’ll end you myself.”
“Fair enough.”
Bull is last. I wait for him to read me the riot act, or demand I stay away from his daughter. Instead, he sucker-punches me in the gut. He doesn’t hold back either. It’s so bad that I can’t catch my breath. I go down like a lead weight. My ass hits the floor hard. “My daughter is not moving to Tennessee. We get this shit sorted, then I expect you to keep her close to home.”