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Fuck it.

Me: Hey. I know we left things in a weird place when we last spoke, but I was wondering if we could talk?

There.

That’s not bad.

After thirty minutes of staring at my phone waiting for a reply that never came, I finally fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to nothing.

Not even a hey back.

I give it until the following night before I text him again.

Me: I really need to talk to you.

Should I call? Or does that make me seem a little crazy?

Fuck it. I’m having his baby. It’s not like I’m being crazy because he won’t talk to me or something.

I hit his contact name and click call. It rings once before sending me straight to voicemail.

“What the fuck?” I’m shocked as I pull the phone away from my ear to look at the screen. “Well, fuck you too, asshole.”

I end the call, not wanting to waste my breath on him. Opening up our messages again, I fire off one last text.

Me: I’m pregnant with your fucking baby, dick. Just thought you would want to know. Have a nice life.

I throw my phone down on my bed with a sigh before looking down at my tummy. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”

Chapter

Six

HASH

Present Day

“Are you finally going to let me set someone in the Black Diamonds on fire? My fingers are getting itchy,” Cyrus says as he uses a knife to scrape shit out from under his nails. “That’s the only explanation I’ll accept for you calling church so goddamn early.”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Prez sighs as he leans back in his seat, looking us all over.

Cyrus flips his knife shut as he glares at Prez but is smart enough not to open his mouth again.

I just shake my head.

The brother is so unhinged.

“It’s time we put them in their place. I wanted to see how you all felt about putting Levi to his final test. If he passes, I’d like to patch him in.”

Cheers sound throughout the room as fists pound on the table. The kid has earned my respect over the past few years. It’s about time he’s one of us.

“What’s his test?” Trick asks after Prez bangs his gavel on the table, quieting the noise.

“I’m going to arrange a meet with Rail.” Prez covers his laugh with a cough, but the smirk is still there at the mention of him. Such a fucking tool. “I want him taken out.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Cyrus shoots up in his chair. “You’re finally calling a hit, and Levi is the chosen one?”