But with Bethany? How did this happen and I didn’t know. My kid? With her?
My eyes flash to my brother, but his are wide with shock as well. He didn’t know, and that brings me a little bit of peace, knowing he didn’t betray me. But Princess no doubt knew, and she took all those visits to see Bethany andmykid. And then B, staying away for so many years and then showing up out of the blue, and what thinking we’d forget who she was or some shit?
My eyes snap back to the woman in question. Tears drip down her cheeks, and she looks so fucking guilty. She’s kept this from me this whole time. She made my son into a big dirty fucking secret and kept that secret from me, his own father.
I’ve never wanted to knock someone’s teeth in so fucking badly in my entire life. I’ve never felt such fury, such deception, either. My body becomes hot, shaking taking over my limbs as I attempt to stay rooted in place.
For this right here, I could kill her. In this moment, I’d love to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze until she takes her last breath. She took something from me. She stole from me. She stole something I can never get back.Time.
A roar escapes, loud enough to be heard over everything in the bar. Rage overtakes my vision as I slam my hands to the bar, swiping my arm through the glasses. They fly in all directions, glass shattering as it lands everywhere.
“You fucking bitch!” I yell—beyond pissed. How could she do this to me? I’ve done nothing to deserve this treatment from her. My hands clench in fists, the shaking making me feel like my body’s completely losing it.
My gaze clouded, I snatch her arm, yanking her to me, with such force her mouth pops open, and her eyes widen, terrified at my outburst. “You fucking stole from me, woman. I should take your motherfuckin’ life for that shit. I got a kid—amotherfuckin’kid—you kept from me? That boy you got with you, he belong to me, Bethany?”
“Ummm…” She stutters, breathing heavy, shocked.
“You should be scared, bitch. You open that fucking trap right now and you tell me if that’s my kid. Don’t you dare lie either; I’ll cut your goddamn tongue out if you try that shit. You fuckin’ feel me?”
Every eye in the bar is trained on us. I don’t do this; I don’t lose control—not ever and not in front of my brothers. I’m the calm one who’s always pissed off but keeps to myself. They don’t see me yell, and I’m usually only violent in front of Exterminator when we need to torture somebody.
And I never raise my voice at women. I saw my father do it too many times in the past that I promised myself to never be anything like him. But this woman has me angrier right now than I’ve ever been in my entire damn life. I’ve never wanted to beat the life out of someone like I do right now. I feel so hurt and betrayed it’s consuming any feelings I had for her.
“Yes,” she replies, her lip wobbling as tears rain down her face.
“You get the fuck back to that house and check on my son. And don’t you dare think about running, ‘cause I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth if I have to. Tomorrow we talk, but right now…right now you get the fuck outta my sight, so I don’t do something I’ll regret down the road.” I release her roughly to where she stumbles back a few steps and Princess catches her.
Princess’ empathetic gaze meets mine; she bites her lip and whispers, “I’m so sorry, Night; I thought you knew.”
I glare at her for a moment then turn my back to her. Blaze immediately sets a glass down with a bottle of Jack beside it. Any man here knows I’m getting wasted. I have to drown out this demon trying to break free before he causes unfixable damage. If I let myself free and I end up hurting B for this, I will never forgive myself for it.
She thought I knew? How could I? And how could they believe I’d be a deadbeat father? No one has a clue about my life growing up; it’s nobody’s business, so they just assumed I’d be a shitty dad? Fuck that.
Yes, I’m dangerous. Yes, I’m violent. Yes, I’m an outlaw biker that was a Nomad for many years.
Not once in my lifetime have I ever hurt a woman, nor have I hurt a child or treated them wrongly. Sure I’ve been a dick, fucked then left, but they always knew the score. Bethany knew what it was all about from the start.
Her question that night comes back to me, the last time I saw her.
“We don’t need a condom? What if I get pregnant?”
“I’m sterile and clean; I told you this the other night when we fucked.”
“Right, I’m just being paranoid.”
I kept kissing down her neck, sinking inside that tight cunt of hers, not thinking anything more.
Shaking my head, I take a large gulp of Jack. I’m a goddamn idiot, and she knew; she had to. After that conversation, it was like she was a ragdoll, not into it. I waved it off as her not feeling well. But she was fucking pregnant, with my kid inside her, and she never said another word about it.
Growling, I slosh more liquid in the tumbler and drain it. I hear Viking and Princess arguing behind me before he finally cuts her off.
“My brother needs me tonight. You go find her and deal with that shit,” he says angrily, and the barstool beside me fills with his oversized body. No kiss or anything goodbye to his woman. Yep, he’s pissed. It’s shitty, but it makes me feel a touch better knowing that he was clueless and that he’s angry too.
Sure, it didn’t happen to him, but his ol’ lady was keeping secrets again, and the last time that happened there was a huge blowout between them. I was in the room next door to them, and they like to yell when they argue. They’re supposed to be getting married in two days, too, and this pops off.
Just fucking great. I hate being the source for the drama this time around. It wasn’t voluntary that much is certain. I can’t believe the Ice Queen knew and didn’t say shit this entire time. She thought I knew? No wonder she treated me like dog shit all the time.
He signals for a cup, and Blaze grabs another tumbler. Viking pours his nearly to the top and takes a healthy swig, sighing.