Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I guess that answers my question,” he says quietly.
“Your question?”
“Nicole told me I was wrong. She wouldn’t give me any answers, though. I honestly thought you might be the father.”
“You thought … me?”
He shrugs, and for a second, I think I see embarrassment on his face. I doubt that’s something that ever happens to Dragon. I scrub the side of my face. “It’s not me,” I finally answer. “I’m not even sure why you would think that.”
“Well, Gabby has a certain track record when it comes to my boys—of which you are one.”
“Don’t be an asshole. Your boys were involved, too. Plus, quite frankly, T knew she had feelings for Dom—and Dom? His head was so far up his ass you should have pulled it out before it got that deep. Even so, he knew how his brother felt. They both should have grown a pair and talked to one another.”
I expected him to be pissed off, but I watch as his lips jerk as if he’s fighting a smile. “Do I get to jerk your head out of your ass when the occasion calls for it?” he asks, losing the battle and smiling a shit-eating-grin that I have the strongest urge to slap off his face.
“If I ever tell a woman I love her, promise to claim her as mine, and then proceed to make that woman feel the burn as I lose interest, then I hope to God someone would help me get a fucking clue,” I snap.
“Gabby wasn’t exactly blameless. You’ve heard about the shit she’s pulled.”
“I do. I also know she never would have had the chance to do part of that shit if he had just cut her fucking loose. She’s not blameless, but neither are Dom and T. Although, T mostly should have just had it out with Dom and quit letting a woman lead him around by his dick. Lucky for him, he’s got a woman now that is perfect for him and that won’t be an issue.”
“Dom seems to have found that, too,” Dragon points out.
“I’m sure angels are doing cartwheels in heaven right now because Dom’s walking upright and he is breathing air that isn’t covered in shit from being in his ass.”
“So, using that logic, I guess you need a good woman now.”
“I think it’s pretty evident that life is not for me. Tried that and believe it or not, I gave my best shot at keeping it. That didn’t work out and I don’t have the energy or the inclination to try again. I’m good.”
“King—”
“I’m good.”
“The right woman can change—”
“I said, I’m good,” I growl.
Dragon studies me, shakes his head, but lets the subject drop. “Fair enough.”
“So, you don’t know who the father is?”
“No clue. Nic and Dani do, but she said Gabby would only tell them if they promised not to let anyone know. The boys said she stayed in your room the night—”
“She laid on the bed and cried, Dragon. Gabby made some seriously warped decisions. She regrets them. They were desperate decisions that never should have entered her mind, but she’s not a monster. She’s just human.”
“Now, you sound like my old lady again. It’s weird as fuck, but makes me happy.”
“Whatever you say, asshole. Do you know when Gabby will be back?”
“Lottie left about ten minutes ago muttering she was late to pick Gabby up. Rory lit into her because apparently she was supposed to get her an hour ago.”
Anger flares inside me. “A pregnant woman should not be out in this heat for an hour after working on her feet in a damn diner!”
“That’s close to what Rory told Lottie, but I don’t think Lottie paid much attention. Anyway, it’s not that far into town. They should be back soon. Why do you ask?”
“Well, he’s not here with her, or you wouldn’t have suspected me. That means I’m going to find out who the father is. Then I’m going to hunt him down and see if he needs his head removed from his ass, too.”
“Now, this is a mission I can get behind. Maybe while we’re at it, we’ll swing up to Skull’s club and knock some sense into his damned head. I swear it must be thick as a damn rock.”
“I’m definitely down for that. Gabby is going to need support.”
Dragon nods and before he responds, a car comes sliding into the parking lot of the old hotel that the club is renting out as a temporary base. Gravel flies everywhere because the driver is going way too fast.
What the actual fuck?
Chapter 3
Gabby
“Lottie! Will you slow down!” I snap again. My right hand is gripping onto the armrest of the passenger side door panel like my life depends on it. My fingernails are biting into the vinyl bonded material. My left hand is across my belly as I try not to panic—to which I am failing.