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He was my first kill, and I take full credit for it, and I'd do it again. No one hurts our club princess and honorary princess.
Travis quickly rushes out of the apartment, the brothers laughing because he left his clothes behind. Tech pushes Kallie down the small hallway toward the living room. "The bitch tried to grab your mother's engagement ring from the safe as I walked in there. Failed twice."
I scowl at her. I never gave it to Kallie, but my mother did give it to me. I installed a safe in the bedroom and placed the ring in there the day after our wedding, fully intending to live here with Kallie. She begged for it for years.
Bitch.
Kallie blinks several times, her blue eyes tearing up, her blonde hair a mess. "It-its rightfully mine."
I smirk. "Funny, I don't remember proposing with it. Last time I checked, I didn't propose at all; my exact words were, 'We'll get married next week,' which means you have no claim to it. The prenup states it as well."
Her face reddens. "I deserve something out of this marriage!"
I laugh with the brothers. "Really? Because your boyfriend admitted you two have been fucking since before you set your sights on me. He also admitted that you wanted my money, knowing club brothers get a sweet percentage of club profits."
Her eyes widen, and I grin. "Did you know Travis popped both his balls that same fateful day his career ended? He can't have kids, Kallie."
She swallows hard as full-blown anger envelops her features. She must realize she's been duped just as her phone rings. She clears her throat and grabs it off the couch, her face paling when she sees who it is.
"Momma?" she answers.
I grin wide as her mother's voice echoes through the phone and into the room, proving the lawyer called them straight away like we thought he would.
"You selfish fucking whore!"
Kallie flinches before rushing out of the apartment wearing only tiny shorts and a sports bra. My sneering, "The lawyer should be in touch," following her, making her stiffen. The bitch knows her plans have failed.
I shake my head and look at Tech. "Can we change the locks and place this shithole up for sale? Sell it furnished—it can all go, so put the asking price higher than it's worth. Once I grab Momma's ring, nothing in here is mine."
I only stayed here for the first month after our marriage. After the ultrasound appointment, I stayed at the club or the Victorian cottage-style house with a wraparound porch I built when the bitch said she was pregnant.
Tech nods as I sigh in relief before rasping, "A couple of weeks, and I can finally get my dick wet," making the boys laugh.
Fuck, I'm finally free. I’m never going through this shit again.
Too bad, when I made that promise, I didn’t know I'd meet the two most perfect people, two people who would steal my heart and become my everything.
* * *
Olivia – 18 Years Old
I swallow hard as I look down at the two pink lines.
Oh crap.
I blink, my tears wanting to fall. This cannot be happening. I had sex once, fricking once–which was terrible, by the way, and I ended up pregnant.
Why, why, why, why?
Damn it.
I shake my head as I stand in my small light pink bedroom, looking around it. I have a single bed pushed up against the window, a desk with my second-hand laptop, a dresser, and a small closet.
How in the hell can I fit a baby in here?
My mother is going to kill me.
My tears start to fall as my legs give out, my hands covering my eyes as I sob. I'm only eighteen. I live with my single mom, who works her ass off to keep a roof over our heads. How am I going to bring a baby into this?
