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“A grandbaby?” My father beamed, sitting up. So much for caring about me and my house. Bitch could blow the place to smithereens, with me in it and all my dad would care about is his grandson.
Good thing I knew where I stood.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Like the girl already. Where’s the boy?”
“Currently being looked after by a friend of hers and before you say shit, I’ve already texted Malice and Storm. They are keeping watch until I go get him.”
“So, what’s the holdup?”
“She was one of Barney’s girls.”
My father twirled the amber liquid in his glass. Leaning back against the sofa, he whispered, “And you think she doesn’t have what it takes to be your ol’ lady?”
“It’s not that, dad.”
“Then what is it?”
“She doesn’t know.”
“I see,” he said, swallowing the contents of his drink. “Gonna, take a strong woman to handle everything. Straddling the line isn’t easy, son. Ask your mother. The sooner you tell her, the better. I hate to see you invest yourself in this, for it not to work out. Know what I mean?”
“Yeah.”
I knew what dad was saying.
Tessa only knew me because of the club. She didn’t know anything else because I never told her. Wasn’t going to come clean to a bitch if she was just my piece of the month. I should have known right away she was more than that, but I refused to believe otherwise. Before I knew it, four years passed, and she wormed her way deep and it took root. Now she was the mother of my kid.
No way in hell was she going back to the clubhouse until I locked her down tight and she knew all the fucking rules and especially concerning my son.
I wasn’t joking around when I told her the rules changed.
My Tessa had a fucking temper on her for sure. Easily riled, I expected a lot of friction and hostility when I demanded her submission. Following my dictate was going to be a hard pill for her to swallow. Even more so when I told her the rules concerning York. My son was a whole new game now, with new rules, and I planned on winning.
“Well,” my dad said, finishing his drink, getting to his feet. “You know where to find me if you need help. Best keep this from your mother for now, ‘causewhen she finds out and she will eventually, it’s game over. Best of luck to ya.”
Huffing, I said nothing as dad left.
The silence from upstairs was deafening. Had she finally given up? Fuck, I hoped so. My house couldn’t take much more.
Getting to my feet, I headed upstairs, cautiously approaching the demilitarized war zone that was once my bedroom. I unlocked the door and carefully opened it.
Fuck me, she was a one-woman wrecking ball.
Stepping into the room, I inspected all the damage, mentally calculating how much it would cost to fix the damage, when I saw her huddled in the room’s corner. Her arms wrapped around her knees, her head resting against her arms. Her steady breathing hitched as a silent tear fell from her weary eyes.
This wasn’t the Tessa I knew. I’d never seen her so defeated, so fragile. It was upsetting and worrying. My woman looked nothing like the ferocious warrior from moments ago.
Kneeling before her, I dared not touch her.
I knew my Tessa.
She may look unassuming at the moment, but my woman was anything but. Tessa was one of the strongest women I knew. Cunning, volatile and wickedly smart, nothing ever got her down. Tessa fought with a virility most men would kill for.
So, seeing her broken and defeated was something new.
She sniffed. “My mom died.”
