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Again, that fucking tightening in my chest when Brenna essentially called Mia my whore.
What the actual fuck? I rubbed my chest, but did it where Brenna had jabbed her finger into my sternum.
“Why are you being nice to her, Bren?” I looked around quickly.
Surely we were making a scene with two of us arguing over hushed words, and two others awkwardly having a conversation. “She abandoned you. At fucking ten years old, Brenna! She should mean nothing to you.”
Brenna’s face morphed into one of almost sadness as she shrugged, her brows lifted. “Maybe I was the one to abandon her. And I don’t want to do it again. We may not have been friends, but I always knew she wasn’t one to spread the rumors.”
I stared at my sister, heated anger still coursing through my body, before shaking my head. “It’s your dinner. Whatever.” I wasn’t going to win this. My fault or not, Mia had known who I was. She also had known where to fucking find me and chose not to.
I shook my head yet again, turning my attention back to the empty table, and tossed my napkin in my lap roughly. Brenna sat beside me and once she and I were seated, Rory and Mia walked over. Rory, showing off his fucking cocky side, held out the chair for Mia and she sat slowly across the table from me, her eyes glued to the table cloth.
I kept my eyes on Mia. I had so many things to say, cruel words, fucked up words, but also questions. Curious questions. Rory sat down beside her and reached for the wine menu.
“This calls for something strong.” Rory flipped open the small booklet and started to scan, as if the kid knew a damn thing about a good wine.
Still, my eyes were on Mia. She kept her hands in her lap, gripping her wallet still, I assumed, her eyes remaining on the table. I watched as she started to lift them, stopping where the table met my stomach, and her eyes cut over toward Brenna.
Mia shook her head and swallowed roughly. “I can’t do this.” Her voice was strangled.
Brenna reached across the table, holding her palm up. “Mia. You two need to talk. I know my brother, and this is going to be the least hostile place for you two.”
“Yeah. Besides, it’s totally Con’s fault you’re in this predicament anyway so let him deal with the stares,” Rory offered.
I frowned at him. “Thanks.”
Rory grinned and winked. “No prob, bro.”
Mia glanced at Brenna’s hand finally and she started to lift her own from her clutch. Quickly though, I watched as her face went from slightly red in embarrassment to blanched, to a really fucking concerning shade of green. Rather than reach for Brenna’s hand, Mia brought the back of her hand up to her mouth and with wide eyes, shook her head. “I’m going to be sick.”
She stood from the table quickly and I could hear as her clutch fell to the floor again. She looked around the area quickly, looking for the bathroom I would assume, and left the table in a hurry. I sat in my chair but turned to watch over my shoulder. I saw as she stumbled when someone pushed their chair out to stand, but she recovered and continued her trek.
Brenna took my shoulder and forced me to turn back to the table.
“She’s twenty-four weeks pregnant and she’s under the illusion that it’s yours. And after the story she told me, I have to say I believe her,” Brenna said, her voice in that low, dangerous tone again. She was pissed at me.
“She didn’t tell me who she was,” I repeated.
“That doesn’t fucking matter, Con!” Her voice was low enough still to not carry, but it certainly felt like she yelled it. “She’s pregnant and she’s alone, and she’s obviously scared of you! Did you see the way she looked at you? What the hell did you do? Tie her up against her will? Slap her around?”
Rory, the bastard, looked ready to laugh as he settled into his chair, arms crossed over his chest.
“I may have raised my voice when I learned she was a virgin.”
“A…?” Brenna frowned. “She was a twenty-five year old virgin? No way. She’s too pretty and too confident.”
“She was a fucking virgin.” I squeezed the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb.
Rory still looked smug, but he turned his chin some and an inquisitive look crossed his face. “You ever get anyone pregnant before, Con? I mean, you do have quite the active sex life.” As if he had room to fucking talk.
Brenna put her fingers to her ears. “Lalala, I don’t wanna hear it!”
I frowned at Brenna but then turned back to Rory. “Not that I know of, no.” I pulled Brenna’s finger from her ear and said loudly enough in her direction, but not so loud the entire restaurant would hear. “The condom broke when I was in her tight pussy.”
“You’re such a pig,” Brenna muttered before I turned back to Rory.
“I’ve only broken a condom maybe two other times and I’ve seen those chicks getting plastered afterward, so I’m going to go with no.”
“Well, congrats, Daddy,” Rory said with a shit-eating grin. Bastard.
Brenna looked over her shoulder to where Mia disappeared to. “I’m going to go check on her.”
I stood before Brenna could. “I’ll do it.”
She and I needed to have words.
In private.
