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“What the fuckare you going to do with her?” Legacy asks.
I drank myself to oblivion last night, and now I’m paying for it, again. I told myself I wouldn’t get that drunk again after my wedding night, but last night, fuck me, I did it, and I had good goddamn reason.
Pregnant.
This is nothing that I would have ever imagined could happen. And yet it’s fucking happened.
“I have no goddamn idea, but the fact that my wife had to hear that shit, fucking hell.”
There is a moment of silence, one where he watches me for a moment before he finally clears his throat.
“Well, don’t think there will be any DNA happening for the next eight months or whatever, so I don’t know what the fuck you want to do, but this bitch is your responsibility, and she can’t live here, not pregnant.”
I don’t tell him that it would be a hell of a lot easier to keep tabs on her ass if she were here at the clubhouse. I can understand why he wouldn’t want her there, though. However, I got nowhere to fucking put her up.
“Guess I’ll be looking for an apartment for her,” I murmur.
“Hate to do it, brother, but I can’t see letting a pregnant woman, one we can’t trust for shit, move around this place with little supervision. You need anything from the club during this shit, though, you know you got it.”
Jerking my chin toward him, I stand from the chair and sigh heavily. My head is pounding from last night’s bender and the thought of going home to tell Piper that I’m moving this bitch into an apartment until she has a kid that may or may not be mine.
What a goddamn clusterfuck.
I walk out of the office and head toward the bar to ask for a beer. Maybe a hair of the dog will make me feel better. The prospect behind the bar slides a beer toward me, and I wrap my fingers around the cold amber-colored bottle before lifting it to my lips and sucking down half of the contents.
When I feel the weight of a cool hand, I know exactly who it belongs to before I even turn to look. “Tempt,” I grunt.
“I didn’t mean to mess up your life,” she whispers.
She’s got big doe-eyes, her lips slightly parted, and she appears to be innocent. I know she isn’t. This woman is anything but innocent, sweet, or soft. Even though she’s trying hard to portray all that right this moment.
Instead of calling her out on it, I decide to play the game. If she’s pregnant, I highly doubt it’s mine. In all my years of fucking bitches, never has one even suspected she’s been pregnant. I’m not sure I can even have kids.
But if I tell her that, if I deny anything at this point, it would create drama that I’m not ready for. So, instead of being myself and calling a bitch out on her bullshit, I decide that playing the short-term game will yield better results in the long term.
Once she’s proved wrong, I can kick her ass out and Duke will owe me, big fucking time. And I’m all about having him owe me shit.
“You didn’t mess up shit,” I lie. “I got some stuff to do, then I’ll come back and pick you up. Be ready.”
Lifting the beer to my lips, I finish the bottle then set it down on the bar with a thud before I turn and head out of the clubhouse. No, she didn’t fuck up my life at all. All she did was ruin whatever good I was starting with my wife.
Piper fucking hates me now.
I wanted her to fall for me, to want me and find her happiness with me. But I fucked it up. Forty-one years old, and I can’t learn shit. But she’s eighteen, and I’ll fix it. She’ll forgive me eventually. We got time.
Climbing onto my bike, I start the engine and rev it a couple of times before I ride out of the clubhouse spraying gravel and shit everywhere.
I don’t fucking care.
Riding toward town, I wince at the sight of the turnoff to my new place. I should have gone home last night. I should have apologized to Piper. I should have done a million other things, but instead, I got drunk as fuck.
Now I’m heading straight toward some apartment complex to rent a goddamn apartment for my supposed baby fucking mama.Jesus Christ. It doesn’t take me long to find a furnished unit, although the price isn’t anything I want to pay, I fork over whatever cash they need.
Thankfully, I was able to grease a palm, and I won’t have to fill out any papers. And only because I prepaid a whole fuckload to get the bitch settled for the duration of the pregnancy. I have a feeling I’ll have to do some long, deep groveling with Piper, so I have to get this done.
Leaving the complex, I head back to the clubhouse to pick Tempt up. Fucking hell, the idea of this bitch having my kid makes me feel physically ill. Not that she’s a bad person. I don’t even fucking know her, but it’s just the thought of it not being Piper.
