Page 5 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

“What?” I asked with no stuttering involved.

Her response was nothing but a whisper, and I had to strain to hear her. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” I asked again, my voice raising just a tad.

Her guilt-filled eyes met mine, and she removed her arms from over her belly, showing off the bump that was very prominent.

“I’m pregnant, Jesse. The baby is yours...”

My heart soared with a million possibilities.A father? Me?Just the thought of it brought the biggest, yet slowest, smile to my face.Why won’t my muscles work faster?

“Th—that’s a—amaz—”

She held up a hand, shushing me. “Don’t say another word. I need you to hear me, Jesse. I’m only telling you this because I want you to sign your parental rights away. You’re a biker, a wounded one at that, and I’ll not have my child growing up in this barbaric world of yours. It’s this type of world that got you hurt in the first place. You’re in no condition to raise a child, and I know how loyal you are to your club, so leaving it is out of the question. And because of that, I need you to do what’s right for the baby, and just leave me and him alone.”

“H—Him?”

“Yes, I’m having a boy.”

I’m having a boy. No, Lindy. We’re having a boy.

My fists clenched. How could she even think for a second that I would turn my back on my child? There’s no way in hell that’s ever going to happen.

“N—No.”

Her eyebrow quirked up. “Excuse me?”

“I—I won’t d—do it. H—He’s my son too, L—Lindy.”

Those brows arched menacingly as her eyes narrowed in on me.

“You need to do what’s right for our son, Jesse. Bringing him up in a biker world isn’t fair to him. Don’t be selfish and stupid. This isn’t about you or what you want. This is about a defenseless little boy, one that doesn’t need someone like you as a dad.”

That was the last straw...

My hand curled around the dumbbell next to me, and with all my muscles working like they should, I hurled it, shattering the mirror a few inches left of Lindy’s body.

She screamed, cowering when the glass shattered behind her.

“Y—You can’t t—take him a—away from m—me. I—I won’t l—let you.”

When she stood up, she smirked, looking back at the door where some pansy-looking dude with a camera stood.

“You got that on camera, Elroy?”

Elroy? Who the fuck names their kid Elroy?

“Yeah, Lindy. I got it all. There’s no way he’ll get custody of the baby now.”

A set up? She fucking set me up, and I fucking fell for it.

“Sc—Screw you L—Lindy.”

“No, Jesse, screw you. Thanks for the video. I’ll see your ass in court.”

Lindy exited the room with her stupid pansy ass boyfriend, just as Imogen jogged into the room, her jaw almost hitting the floor when she saw all the damage I did.

“S—Sorry,” I stuttered out, just as the tears started to prick my eyes. “I’ll p—pay for the mirror.”

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