“Why won’t you give me a chance to explain what happened? All you do is shut me the fuck down! No more, Karma. I won’t be ignored or denied another goddamn day! You’d know that if you hadn’t hung up on me last night!”
I hung up on him? Go me!
“Since when have you ever chased after a woman?” Goose bumps covered my body, knowing he was on the brink of exploding. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Never!” Abe never yelled at me or got angry. This could be really bad, but I wasn’t the timid girl I once was…
“Exactly! Have you turned into a pussy over the years?” I just couldn’t stop myself from taunting the mighty Cobra.
“I am not a pussy!” He shoved me back, entered my home, and slammed the door shut. “Like it or not, we’re going to settle shit that should’ve been dealt with years ago.”
“There’s nothing to discuss! Too much time has passed. I don’t want you here when my daughter gets home.” I scrambled away from him, second-guessing myself. “Get. Out.” I pointed at the door.
For months Abe had been trying to talk to me. He’d been relentless, but I’d cut him off, fearful of getting caught up in him all over again. Nothing he said would change the hurt he caused me.
Although, I wouldn’t mind it if he fucked me once more. He’d have to wrap his dick, of course. No question he had been incredible in bed. For old time’s sake and closure, I could go one more time.
“She’s my daughter too.” He rushed toward me, grabbed my shoulders, and banged me against the wall. Well, more like pushed me firmly. He didn’t hurt me as he probably wanted to.
“No, she’s not.” Okay, maybe he was the sperm donor, but a father was the man in a child’s life from the get-go, and that wasn’t Abe.
“Keep lying, Karma. All it will get you is a spanking.”
“Don’t threaten me, Abe.” I shoved his rock-solid chest. He didn’t move. “She’s not yours.”
“Say it again, Karma.” He gritted his teeth and wrapped his hand around my throat. “Tell me she isn’t mine.”
My heart pounded violently against my ribs. Would he actually choke me? Had he lost his ever-loving mind?
Maybe.
“I said tell me she isn’t mine!” he yelled in my face and misted it with his spit. Tears pooled in my eyes as he applied more pressure. “Fuckin’ telling me she isn’t mine so I can punish you for lying to me! So I can torture you like you’ve been torturing me!”
“Let. Go,” I told him in a warning tone. Damn traitorous tears rolled down my face. “So help me, God, if you don’t wisen up, I will claw out your eyes.”
“I want to hear it from your lips.” He loosened his grip but didn’t release me. “Fuckin’ own your betrayal, Karma.”
“Own my betrayal? Why don’t you own yours, you son of a bitch?” I slapped him, catching my long nail on the corner of his swollen lip.
“You bitch!” He sneered as blood dribbled down his chin.
“You bastard! Tell me you didn’t fuck that club girl!” I screamed in his face. If he wanted to own our betrayals, he could start first.
“I didn’t fuck that club girl!” His lightning-fast reply stunned me. He released my neck and took my face firmly in his hands. “I didn’t fuck her.”
“I don’t believe you.” I shook my head, hating him more for lying.
“Well, it’s the truth.”
“I heard you. I banged on the door, called your name, and she laughed at me. The fucking cunt laughed, and you didn’t give a shit.” I sniffled, regaining control of myself.
“I didn’t fuck her.” He leaned his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. “You would’ve known what happened if you hadn’t run away.”
“As if telling me after the fact would have made a difference.”
“I guess we’ll never know, will we?” He pressed his forehead to mine. “My fuckin’ brothers had questioned my ability to lead and be president. They thought I was too wrapped up in a teenager to put the club first. They dared me to prove them wrong.”
“They dared you to fuck a club girl?” Hearing it now, I knew his goddamned brothers had.