Page 37 of Break Out

The way she looked me dead in the eye, I knew she wouldn’t sugarcoat whatever was coming my way. “I found out in January that I’m pregnant. At first it made no sense to me since we’d used protection, but… now it makes sense. Someone actually tampered with them?”

“Yeah. What’s your tie to the Riot?”

Other than the shift of her chin, she gave nothing away. But, I caught that minute movement that said I’d caught her off-guard.

“How do you know—”

“Thought I saw you earlier this afternoon. Then I saw a woman wearing a Riot cut step in front of you. If so many of my brothers hadn’t been jacking their jaws, I’d have tracked your ass down right then and there. But… other things came up and I figured my eyes were playing tricks on me.”

She rubbed her index finger along her brow. Her fingernails were well-manicured with a black and orange color scheme. Harley colors, if I had to guess. “Would those other things include Jordan showing up?”

I clenched my fists and unclenched them. “What the fuck do you know about Jordan?”

She turned her hands up. “Jordan and I lived together for a little over two years, and he’s the douche – no offense – who couldn’t be bothered to tell me things were over. Before I left the campground this afternoon, I saw him talking to you.”

“It was Jordan, but… You’re his ex-girlfriend?”

She rolled her eyes and I wanted to punish her. Sexually.

No. We needed to figure shit out and move on.

I tilted my head to crack my neck and caught sight of the time on the microwave. It was five minutes after midnight.

She wasn’t traipsing through the campground alone this late.

Not a fuckin’ chance.

Shit.

That meant she’d have to stay here… or I’d have to find someone to take her to wherever she was staying.

“Are you camping out here?”

She sighed. “I’m staying somewhere else.”

“And your tie to the Riot?”

Her lips were almost pouty. “You won’t like this either, but I’m Volt’s daughter.”

I couldn’t stop my wheeze of laughter. “That’s fuckin’ rich. No, seriously. How do you know Abby?”

She nodded her head like I was dense. “Yeah, Aunt Abby is Uncle Blood’s old lady, and he’s Dad’s right hand slash VP. If it had been up to Dad, I’d have just called you using his phone because he said there was no way you’d take a call from an unknown number.”

I shook my head. “That’s true, but plenty of people refuse calls from unknown numbers.”

“Anyway, I insisted on telling you in person.”

She was stunning, but her exhaustion could be seen plain as day. “Why did you have to tell me in person?”

Her eyes slid to the side for a beat. “I’m not yet at fifteen weeks. Some men might encourage me to have an abortion.”

My stomach roiled at her words. “Stop. I’m not some men, or most men. I’m not going to ask you to do that. This isn’t exactly a shock since I’ve known about the condom fuck up for a while. But it’s still a shock since I’d hoped I hadn’t harmed you because of that bitch’s scheming.”

“Harmed me?” she asked.

Fuck me, I wanted to kiss her.

“Yeah, harmed you. Pregnancy can go bad, Simone. My check-up was clean in June, and again in December, but I hadn’t been a choirboy.”

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