“I never should have agreed to this bullshit. You don’t own my life.”
“I could send you and your club away for a long time.”
“And implicate your family at the same time.” I move toward her, and she shrinks back. “Don’t fucking threaten me, sweetheart, unless you’re ready to go down with me. You’ve never given a fuck before.”
“Its different this time. There’s something different about you.” Belinda presses a palm to my chest. “You’re right. I’m jealous and scared to lose you. You and Bensen are all I have. No one has ever accepted me like you do, and my brother is running for office. Its important now more than ever we maintain things the way they are. I ended things with Petra because she was pushing for more from me, and I can’t take that risk. I can’t afford for you to quit on me now. My father isn’t getting any younger.”
“Neither am I.” I start to say more but Bensen stomps down the stairs. “I’m taking a shower.”
I shove past her and give my kid a pat on the head.
Despite my annoyance I suck it up for the sake of my kid to attend this asinine fucking dinner.
The three of us take her car at her insistence. I hate driving it. I’d rather go in my truck, but its all about the show with these rich bastards.
Bensen is in the backseat playing one of his video games with headphones on and Belinda still has a stick up her ass. “Make sure when we get there that you’re nice. Mom always thinks you’re in a bad mood.”
“Maybe because I don’t want to be around them. I don’t want my kid around those pretentious assholes either.”
“He’s not even yours,” she shrieks.
Her words slice through my damn heart, and I slam on the brakes. Everything happens quick, yet it plays out in slow motion in my head. The car slides on a patch of black ice. I jerk the wheel as Belinda grabs it causing me to lose control. The car skids and the front hangs over the side of the bridge.
“What’s happening, Dad?” Bensen leans forward. “I’m scared.”
The car creaks and titters.
“Don’t move. No one fucking move.”
Belinda shifts in her seat and glances out her window. “Oh my god. Oh my god.” Her hand flies to her mouth.
“Stop panicking. Let me think.”
The senseless cunt ignores me and undoes her seat belt, twisting in her seat to grab for Bensen. The moment she moves we go over, crashing to the frozen riverbed.
When I come to everything is hazy. Light shines in my eyes much too bright.
“Can you hear me?”
My thoughts immediately shift to my son and getting to him. I jerk to sit up but a hand to my chest stops me as I cough.
“Easy. Don’t move. I need you to stay calm. You were in an accident.”
“My boy,” I croak.
“Sir, we’re doing everything we can. Right now, I need you to remain calm. I need to check your vitals.”
Seriously fuck this guy. Rocks and debris dig into my palms as I shove up off the cold ground. Everything hurts as I stumble forward looking for Bensen and Belinda. The car rests in a mangled heap flipped on its top. Belinda’s body lays partially out of the passenger window. Her words replay in my head. “He’s not even yours.” My heart pounds against my chest and I drop to my knees as I see him. My boy. I don’t give a fuck what she said. He’s being pulled out of the back of the wreckage bloody and lifeless. Pain throbs in my temples as I watch helpless to do anything to save him.
“Don’t take my boy,” I beg.
Chapter 13
“Damn, baby look at them jeans. You are on fire.” Mikai looks me up and down as I move behind the bar.
I shake my head at him as I look at my phone for the millionth time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not like I expect Death to call or text me. I don’t even know if he has my number. I’m such a stupid girl and I hate it. I hate that I care. I hate that I want to know if he’s even thinking about me. When will I see him again?
“Did that biker daddy give it to you all night long?” He swivels his hips doing a thrust at the end.