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“Charming, is that how you greet your baby mama?” the woman sneered, leaning forward.
“Ain’t mine, Dina. Whatever the hell you want, you ain’t getting. Get the fuck out.” Jett stormed towards her. To my surprise, Jett put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a hard shove. Dina stumbled against a chair but kept her footing. The toddler whimpered in her arms.
“This is your fucking kid, and I’ll have what I’m owed. That’s back pay, child support, and the ring on my finger,” Dina hissed.
“She’s not mine. Why don’t you go drain Martin’s pockets for money?” Jett got in her face and sneered.
“Brat ain’t Martin’s, the kid’s yours,” the woman insisted.
I reeled as the toddler pouted, and Jett’s eyes stared at me. Oh god, she was Jett’s babe, even if Jett denied it. A sinking sensation began in my stomach, and I saw our life together taking a massive hit. No way on earth would Jett walk away from his flesh and blood. Jett’s cutting voice cut into my musing.
“Let me get this right. Not laid sight on you for three happy years. Why’s that? Yeah, I remember. Dina, I come home from work early. Find you screwing myfuckin’brotherin my bed. I always wrapped up, knew I couldn’t completely trust ya, but Martin was taking you un-gloved. Go hit Martinfor blood money. Fuckin’ whore,” Jett seethed.
I stared at Jett, stunned. This was his dark; this was his issue. Manny muttered ‘shit’ in my ear, and I wholeheartedly agreed. This was like watching a train wreck.
“Martin was paying support until three months ago,” Dina whined, tossing her dirty hair back.
“What, Martin catch you sucking another man’s dick?” Jett sneered.
“No, we never got together. Martin blamed me for you walking out. Martin and his bitch wife want kids, and it wasn’t happening. They went for tests, and guess what, lover? Martin’s infertile. Little Ursula can’t be his, which means she’s yours.”
Jett rocked back on his heels. Stunned shock crossed his face. Yeah, I felt a similar emotion. Dear God, Jett had a kid. With that nasty piece of skank, I’d been right. Phoe pulled free from Lowrider, picked up her phone, sent a couple of texts, and slammed it down.
“You got proof Ursula’s Jett’s?” Phoe asked into the silence. “From what I’m hearing, you weren’t too bothered shagging brothers. Maybe you had more than two at a time.”
Dina hissed at Phoe. “What are you saying, bitch?”
“I’m saying you appear to be free with your favours if one can call them favours. So, I’m asking who else was you fucked apart from Jett and his brother,” Phoe said, striding forward. The difference between Phoe and the skank was oceans apart. Phoe wore a pale blue blouse and a black pencil skirt. Phoe’s hair was glossy and hung loose past her shoulders. Phoenix was the embodiment of sheer elegant class. My hands rose, and I clutched at Manny’s forearm, which was across my chest, holding me up. Phoe got beside Jett and stopped.
“Oh shit, someone rein Phoe in!” Manny murmured loud enough for Texas to move in Phoe’s direction.
“Be grateful Killer isn’t here,” Ezra muttered, and I knew he meant Artemis.
“Drake, now, brother!” Lowrider snapped down a phone.
“Who the fuck you calling a whore?” Dina shrieked.
“If the shoe fits…” Phoe bit out, leaning forward. I recognised immediately why the men were worried. Phoe had a glint in her eyes, one that couldn’t be mistaken. Rage’s President’s wife was in full fighting mode, and Phoe was coming out swinging. That had been something I’d learnt quick about Phoe; she loved Rage and its brothers, and God help anyone who crossed them. And right now, Phoe was throwing down!
“Oh, fuck,” Ezra said and moved forward. The door to the clubhouse slammed, and Drake strode past me just as Dina slapped a hand out, intending to hit Phoe. Drake caught Dina by the wrist, and I saw him squeeze. Dina winced in pain as Drake squeezed harder. Drake put his palm up without a word and shoved Dina hard, forcing her backwards.
“No fuckin’ cunt slaps my wife,” Drake snarled. Dina glanced at his expression, wrenched her wrist free, and stepped back. The evil bitch placed the toddler firmly in between them. Drake snatched Phoe around the waist and snagged her tightly to him. Phoe still glared at Dina. The look on Phoe’s face was one I never hoped to see aimed in my direction. Now I realised how she could be a sister in Hellfire MC, and Drake’s wife, Phoe had hidden depths.
“Whore claiming it yours?” Drake snarled, tilting his head at Dina.
Jett nodded as his eyes studied the toddler, who was staring at Jett. I saw the recognition register at the same time it did everyone else. Despite the dirty face and shorn hair, she was Jett’s image.
“Want a DNA test,” Jett finally said, his gaze on the little girl.
“You can have one because, ignoring that bitch there, I only fucked you and Martin. If Martin’s infertile, you’re her father, then I deserve my dues. Need child support from when she was born and my ring returned and on my finger.”
“You think I’d put a ring on you again? Fuckin’ threw the one and only ring you’d ever get from me in the sewers where it belonged,” Jett said with a bitter laugh. Shit just got worse. Dinahad beenengaged to Jett. I clung to Manny’s arm, his solid body providing support.
“Jett, you did once. You’ll give it to me, or you won’t see the kid. You’ll hand me everything I want, and I demand a fucking shit load. Having this brat ruined my life, and I need compensation. I will have payback, and I know you’re making good money now.”
“You seriously requesting payment for having a baby?” Phoe breathed incredulously as Drake’s arms encircled his wife. Drake was definitely holding Phoe back.
“Jett destroyed me. The bastard broke off our engagement and fucking ran. Martin wouldn’t marry me, and I was left with a brat I didn’t plan for. I’m owed!” Dina shrieked. “If Jett doesn’t give me what I want and when I ask for it, I’ll make certain Jett never sees Ursula. I’ll fuck Jett up and his precious life; he’ll wonder every day where the kid is and if she’s okay.”
