My fingers loved to tame his hair… I mean, they used to love taming his hair. Now it made me cringe just thinking about touching him.
His jaw tightened as he ran a hand over his goatee and sighed. “She wants to keep the baby.”
“Of course, she does,” I exclaimed, rolling my eyes.
“And honestly…”
My blood curdled. “Don’t you dare say what I think you’re about to say, Adam, not after everything that happened.”
He frowned.
“I’m not getting any younger Shasta—”
“Fuck you!” I screamed.
His back straightened.
Tears spilled down my face and I couldn’t stop them. “Is that why you called me here? To throw the hardest decision of my life in my own fucking face? A decision you forced me to make!”
Guilt hung heavy in his eyes, and he looked away from me, remembering that day vividly.
I pulled up my shirt, showing him the fucking scar. “Remember Mexico, Sabbath? Do you remember forcing me to do this and almost killing me?”
He looked at my scar for a brief second, then looked away. “It was for the best,” he said grimly.
“The best?” Everything inside of me was vibrating with rage. “You took me to some fucked up abortion clinic just outside the border. You left me alone while you drank tequila at a titty bar and got a lap dance. You—” my voice choked with so much emotion that I couldn’t contain it. “You may have stolen my only chance at ever having a kid.”
He glared at me. “But it wasn’t my kid, and that’s why you had to do it. Did you really want to bring a baby in the world knowing it was a product of rape?”
“Because this is about you? It’s always about you, isn’t it, Sabbath? Fuck everyone else.”
I was so worked up I was starting to hyperventilate. “Just let me go,” I begged. “Make Nina your Ol’ Lady and let me walk out of your life forever.”
Within two seconds he was at my side, gripping my shoulders with a fierce possessiveness.
“No!” he roared.
“Why?”
“Because you’re mine,” he raged. His fingers dug into my arms, and he started shaking me. “Do you hear me, you’re fucking mine!”
“Sabbath, stop!” I cried out.
“You’re not leaving me, Shasta! You can’t. I’d fucking fall apart without you.” The shaking got more violent, his grip intensifying.
“Stop it! You’re hurting me,” I shouted so loud that I’m sure the whole club could hear me.
The door burst open, and I watched in relief as both Snyder and Sandman rushed in like my own personal bodyguards. Sabbath was pulled off of me and thrown against the wall, Sandman covering his throat with his forearms.
“Get off me!” Sabbath howled.
“Calm the fuck down,” Sandman challenged, pushing into his windpipe to pin him in place.
Snyder was immediately at my side, lifting my cheeks to assess me. His gaze darted to my arms and the bruises that were starting to form.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“No,” I said so brokenly. Devastation and destruction were tearing my world apart, and I was sinking into that dark place again, the one that almost made me pull the trigger. Thoughts of that day were fucking killing me all over again. I’ll never forget it. Never.