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“I have to head to my clubhouse for some work, I’ll be back for supper.” Hunter gives me a soft kiss and then takes off. “Don’t think too much about Dirty today, I swear, babe, everything will be fine.”
I hope he’s right; I really do.
Chapter Twenty
Dirty
Pregnant, Anara is pregnant. It could be mine or Hunter’s. Fuck. Do I even want to know who the father is? I’ll love this kid regardless. I know I will but fuck it hurts a little.
But the thing that upsets me most is the fact that I still haven’t heard from Chasity on her test yet, which we did a week ago. Something isn’t right about that. I get the feeling she’s faking the pregnancy.
If she thought she could trap me, she has another thing coming.
I pull up to Chasity’s new apartment and hop off my bike. Once I get to her floor, I bang on the door. It’s easy getting into this place. it’s a dump, the damn locking mechanism on the front door wasn’t even working. If she is, in fact, having my kid, I’m going to have to put her up somewhere nicer. But it sure as shit won’t be with me.
“What are you doing here?” she sasses as she opens the door. “Anara finally see you ain’t shit and kick you out for good? And what? You’re here because you think I’d take you in?”
I laugh at that and push past her into her apartment. “Just wanted to see if you got the results yet for the test we did. I need to know if I’m gonna be a dad of two or just one.”
Her head goes back in shock. “Anara’s pregnant? Well, damn, who’s the daddy, you or the other guy? Heard she was whoring it up between the two of you. No wonder why you cheat. You’re not enough for each other. Takes two dicks to make herhappy.” Her words twist something inside of me and I grab her by the throat and pin her to the wall.
“You’ll watch how you talk about my Old Lady. Be happy you’re pregnant, otherwise I’d fucking end you.” She claws at my hand at her throat and I finally let her go.
“You’re a fucking bastard!”
“That’s what my parents always called me, not really a surprise.” I shrug, like this bitch could hurt me with words.
“The tests are on the counter,” she breathes out, pointing in the direction of her kitchen.
I walk over there and grab the envelope. I frown when I see four more with different names on them. Looks like the bitch really got around. Only mine and Slasher’s names are ones I recognize. The others must be random assholes she found outside the club.
Tearing it open, I read the page and grin. Fuck yeah! “I’m not the father.” I start laughing, thank fuck.
“I’m taking Slasher’s with me. If it’s his, you’ll hear from him. Good luck finding the real daddy, shame you’re such a whore.” I saunter out of her apartment with a kick in my step and drive back home to my woman.
I need to make it right with her, too much shit has happened lately. The STD scare, the pregnancy scare with a club whore. Too much between us.
And now with Anara pregnant, I need to make it right. I walked out without really dealing with that issue but all I could think of was what if Chasity was pregnant with my kid? What would it mean for us?
Thankfully, that’s not the case.
I make it home and am thankful to not see Chaos’s bike in the driveway. That means Anara is home alone, and we have a chance to really just talk. About us, about what this baby means for us. All of it. I know Anara doesn’t fancy getting marriedlegally, it’s not her style. But I’ll be damned if she doesn’t take my last name.
I’ll fight Chaos for the chance to be her legal husband—I did, after all, claim her officially, first. He may have had her years ago but he never branded her until recently.
Walking into the house, I go in search of Anara who is curled up in bed, tears staining her beautiful face. I climb into the bed with her, spooning her.
“Sam?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m here.”
“Don’t leave like that again. I thought I was losing you.”
“You’ll never lose me again, ever. I came to tell you that I’m not the father of Chasity’s baby. Got the test results. That’s where I went, needed to find out for myself.”
“I’m glad, not sure what we would have done if you were.”
“I know, baby girl, but it’s all worked out. The three of us,” I rub her stomach, “will be perfect together. I don’t care who actually fathered this baby, it’s both of ours.”
