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“Chad won’t give up easily. He’ll still try to… Beth, your mother, told me she told you about his plans.”
I squeezed her shaking hand. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“I know, because they transferred him to the most secure prison in the country this morning.”
“Also because he can’t get me pregnant. I’m expecting with Hunter.”
Her eyes grew wide.
“Nobody knows yet, but I thought you’d like to know.”
She gripped my hand, squeezing hard. “Grace, you’re in more danger than before.”
“Why?”
“What do you think my deranged son will do when he finds out you’re carrying another man’s child?”
My hand flew to my belly, like I could protect it. “I’m not planning for him to find out. Besides, you just said he was transferred to the most secure prison in the country. ”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Hunter arguing with Scar again. What the hell was going on with those two today?
“Will you excuse me?” I left Candice and walked up to the bar station. I touched Hunter’s shoulder, and he flinched.
“You all right?” I asked.
“Scar just told me you went to the clinic.” His raised voice drew in the attention from around us.
“What the hell, Scar?”
“I was doing my job.”
I pinned my arms over my chest. “And I thought you were my brother.” I turned on my heel and pulled Hunter aside. “What the hell are you drinking?”
“It started with gin, then it was vodka, and now rum.”
His breath smelled like a half-digested sanitizing station.
“Hunter? What’s going on?”
He swayed on his feet, and I had a déjà vu moment.
“You went to the clinic after our conversation? You made this decision without me?” His voice rose, and I could feel the people within earshot turn our way.
“Yes, I went to the clinic, but—”
“I found the pregnancy tests, Grace. How could you fucking do this to me?”
By then, I felt like we were the center of the room. “Hunter, you’re drunk.”
He poured himself a fresh glass of an orange-tinted alcohol and swung his hand up, spilling half the contents.
“You go get yourself impregnated at the clinic because my steel cum is not enough,” he yelled, emptying the last of the liquor into his glass.
My insides twisted and my face burned with heat. “You have no right,” I whispered.
“What rights do I have, Grace? I’ll never be enough for you, will I?”
“Hunter—”
