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“Weird,” he responds.
“Why?”
“Well, this morning, you said you loved breastfeeding, and now, you’re bottle feeding.”
I shut off the tap and spin to face him. “Why do you even care?” I snap, and Ivy jumps in his arms. “Just go home and do what you do best—fuck a whore.”
He lets me take Ivy from him but watches me with cautious eyes, like he’s suddenly her protector. “I’m good here,” he says, following me back into the living room and taking a seat. I move farther along the couch and place the teat into Ivy’s mouth. She moves her head from side to side before finally sucking. “Did you pay the debt?”
I glance at him and then realise he’s talking about this morning’s text message from Nate. “Yah know, if anyone’s talking shit about the club, it’ll be London,” I tell him, because let’s face it, that’s why Axel’s got his beloved bikers on whore watch—someone’s talking.
“What makes you say that?”
I shrug. “She’s in everyone’s business.”
“If you know something, you should just come out and say it.”
“I’m not talking to anyone about the club. I have too much going on in my life, so tell Axel I’m clean. Check my phone if you don’t believe me.”
He grabs my phone, and I roll my eyes. “Nate texts you a lot,” he comments, scrolling through my phone.
“He’s my brother,” I snap.
“Makes sense,” he mutters. I hate how he does that without elaborating, so I wait a beat before turning to look at him again.
“What does?”
“You’re doing favours for your brother. Drugs or gambling?”
“None of your business.” I watch as he stares at my phone while tapping something into his own phone. “What are you doing?”
“Taking Nate’s number.”
My heart speeds up and I try to reach for my mobile, but he moves it away. “Why?”
“In case I need to call him.”
“Why would you need to call my brother?”
“To arrange to meet him.”
“I don’t understand,” I mutter. Ivy spits the bottle out and immediately cries. I sigh heavily, placing it on the table and lifting her to my shoulder to wind her.
“Feed her,” he says firmly.
“I am feeding her.”
“Feed her properly.” I frown. “Breastfeed her.”
“No. Look, I don’t know what your problem is?—”
“Prove to me you haven’t stopped feeding her because those fuckers hurt you this morning,” he barks, and I freeze. “Feed her.”
I swallow the huge lump forming in my throat. If I don’t feed Ivy, Grizz is going to call Nate, and that won’t end well. “Weed,” I whisper, answering his earlier question and hoping to avoid this confrontation. “He gets into debt over weed.”
“Feed her, Luna.”
I bite my lower lip, fighting back my tears. “But I don’t mind,” I whisper, the words sounding foreign as they come out broken. “He’s my brother.”
