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They sure as fuck weren’t the cream of the crop. Uncle Keg and the others had taught me everything I knew during my influential preteen years. Sometimes I wondered what my life would’ve been like if I’d had a dad. Would I have turned out normal? But why dwell on the fucking “what-ifs” when I couldn’t change a goddamn thing?
“Do you know who my sperm donor is?” I hadn’t asked Keg that question before. My mom had never named him when she’d been alive.
“Well, that came out of left field.”
“Not really. You’re all talking about your death. Thought I should ask before you keel over and die.” I snorted when his eyeballs near popped out of his head. “Relax. I’m not gonna kill you.”
“Christ, Rocky.”
“Do you know who he is?”
“If I did, what do you plan to do?”
“Nothing.” The muscles in my neck and shoulders locked up, and my stomach churned. “He didn’t want my mom and me. Why the fuck would I contact him now?”
“You’re right. He didn’t want either of you.”
My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the steering wheel. I could kill the asshole who’d knocked up my mom. Who’d thrown her away. I had a feeling her drug abuse was because of the rejection. Once, when I was a little kid, she told me my father was a powerful man and that we weren’t good enough for him. She’d been drunk, so maybe she was talking out of her ass. Either way, I could tell she’d loved him.
I parked my pickup and turned toward Keg. “What’s his name?” Retribution and vengeance pumped through my veins.
“I don’t know.” Keg eyed me.
“Yes, you do.”
“Shannon never told me his name.”
I pushed open my door. “You’re lying!”
“Just leave it alone. When the time is right, we’ll deal with the fucker.”
“Goddamn you! You know and won’t tell me.” I flew out of the cab and slammed the door. Storming toward the clubhouse, I took my phone from my back pocket.
“Whatcha gonna do?” Keg called to me.
“Get piss-ass drunk!” I texted Ella to cancel our date. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Things could get out of control, and I might hurt her.
Rocky (RJ): Can’t see you tonight.
Ella: Why not?
Fuck me. I imagined the disappointment in her eyes.
Ella: It’s fine. My mom didn’t want me to go out tonight anyway.
I clutched my phone tightly in my hand and entered my room. I hated how her folks bossed her around. Sure, they were protecting her, but it seemed over the top. Probably because I’d been a wild child, with little parenting or direction.
Ella: When will I see you again?
Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling. I wasn’t sure how to reply. If I got drunk tonight, I’d likely succumb to my old ways and end up fucking a few chicks. Then I’d have a massive hangover and hate myself for cheating on Ella, and I wouldn’t be able to face her.
Booze, drugs, and pussy helped me forget my fucked-up, shitty life. I could work out my frustrations, not giving a fuck about anything or anyone.
You’re not a good person. Just cut her loose.
My phone rang and startled me. It was Ella. Reluctantly I answered. “Hey.”
“Hi, is everything okay?”
