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The nurse stands by but has been silent the entire time. Slowly, I lift my attention to the screen and stare at the black and white images that are displayed. I don’t know what the fuck I’m looking at, but I’m staring at it and hoping that the blobs somehow make sense.
“Tempt, you tell us that you’re pregnant. How did you discover this about yourself?” the doctor asks.
“I missed my period,” she snaps, then lets out a frustrated breath.
The doctor hums. Then the screen goes black, and he takes a step back from her and moves between us toward her head. I am watching, wondering what the fuck is going to happen next, and I have a feeling that she isn’t pregnant.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’ve never been pregnant.”
“But I am now,” she says. “I know I am.”
He shakes his head. “You aren’t.”
The doctor has much more patience than I do and has a better delivery than I would have, because I would not be so kind at all. In fact, if he weren’t here, I would have a few choice words to say to her immediately—the manipulative cunt. “Reese was right. You weren’t ever even pregnant.”
“Shut the fuck up. I am pregnant,” she blurts out. “You’ll see how happy I’ll make you, Itch. I am meant for this.”
Honest to fuck, I have no idea what I did to make her want to be part of my life, but she’s here and trying to latch on to me. I want no goddamn part of this shit. Taking a step backward, I shake my head.
“She needs help,” I state, looking toward the doctor. “A whole team of help.”
He hums but doesn’t verbally answer me. Then I watch as he takes a step backward as well. As soon as he does, Tempt throws her legs over the side of the bed, then jumps down and charges me.
Holding my arms out, I grab ahold of her shoulders before she can make contact with my body. She is attempting to scratch, punch, and slap me over and over, but she doesn’t actually make any type of collision with me at all.
Her blows are all to the air and not my person. Smirking, I know that I make it worse when I let out a laugh before I speak.
“If you’re trying to maim me in any way, you’re doing a shit job. Now, clam the fuck down and tell me exactly what all of this shit was supposed to accomplish.”
The doctor must have slipped out of the room, because before I even realize it, the little space is filled with the two prospects, who drag Tempt away from me and have her arms pinned to her sides. Legacy, Duke, Agony, and Roadkill are here, and the nurse has slipped out of the room, knowing when she is not needed.
“Go on and tell him what you were thinking,” Duke calls out, moving until he is between Tempt and me.
Her eyes widen, as if she’s just realized that he’s here. The man who used to be her handler, boss, whatever you want to call that relationship. Knowing that her answer is likely going to get her killed, she presses her lips together in a thin line.
This fucking bitch.
“You answer, or you’re dead, Tempt,” Duke growls.
“I’m dead no matter what. So, why should I say a fucking thing?”
She’s not wrong, because there is no way in fuck I’m just going to let this bitch walk away. Not after the hell she’s put me through the past month. Especially not after she tried to kill my wife. No, this bitch is a walking goddamn dead woman.
“Just tell me,” I say. “This have anything to do with Dutch?”
Her eyes widen, and at the recognition that crosses her face, I know it does. She can’t die yet. She knows something, and I want that knowledge.
“You got a place we can take her?” I ask, turning to Duke.
He dips his chin and turns to face me. “Follow me. I got a safehouse that is private. We’ll all sit down and have a nice long talk.”
“You know anything about this?” Legacy asks.
Duke shakes his head. “I have no fucking clue what she’s talking about. I haven’t had Dutch or Raul at my place in at least six months. I thought she was pregnant. I had no clue this was all bullshit until tonight.”
“Let’s do this,” I grind out.
I’m ready to end this bitch, to start my life, to take my young bride and start over with her because I’ve clearly let this shit get in the middle of what we’ve been trying to create. I’ve not made her feel safe at all, not in the goddamn slightest.
