Page 180 of Tempting Fate

I hold her close while she clutches my cut in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” Cass tells us all. “But he’s the fuckin’ devil. Always has been. The best thing to do is to put your head down and get through this in one piece.”

Before I can tell him to go fuck himself, a commotion breaks out in the bar area.

I hand Lily my knife, then jerk my chin toward Sander. “Stay with him.”

She nods and takes up a defensive position in front of her brother.

I rush out into the main area, then stop dead in my tracks.

Brutus is nowhere to be seen, yet the bar is in an uproar.

Only the chaos is being caused by Slash’s ex.

Bebe Du Bois knocks over a stool as she whips around to face me.

“Did you know they were sleeping together?” the tiny redhead screams. “He promised me that they weren’t, but he lied.”

I hold my hands in the air and shake my head. “No idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

Dressed in green scrubs, the swell of a baby bump stretching out the bottom of her top, she turns around to lash out at Slash. “Tell him! And don’t try to lie about it because when I came to talk to you after my overnight shift, I found her in your bed.”

“You broke into my house?”

Bebe throws a ring with a single key on it at him. Slash catches it, then pushes it into the front pocket of his jeans. “It’s not breaking in when you have a key and the alarm code.”

“It is when I asked for my key back and you ignored my fuckin’ request.”

“Screw you,” she hisses like a wildcat. “Stop trying to deflect from the real problem.”

The brothers who’ve been stuck in the bar for over an hour, waiting for Isaiah’s patching in ceremony to begin, while Brutus took his time destroying mine and Lily’s lives, watch the short doctor haul off and punch Slash in the chest. It’s about as high as she can reach on him. Even though I know there’s no way Bebe could’ve hurt him, he still flinches like he’s been stabbed.

Of course he does.

Seeing Bebe pregnant will be resurrecting the tragedy that happened nearly eleven years ago in technicolour flashbacks.

“Is it mine?” he asks.

Bebe’s cheeks flush until they’re almost the same colour as her hair. “I don’t know. More-than-likely.”

“When were you gonna tell me?”

“Last night… except you ruined it.”

“I ruined nothin’. We’ve been over for months. You have no claim over me—just like you told me that I had none over you.”

With all that’s going on, I decide it’s better if they take this somewhere private. I approach Bebe with slow strides. In a quiet voice, I offer what I think is a good suggestion. “Why don’t you take this to Slash’s room. It’s not really a conversation you wanna have in front of the entire club.”

Rather than help, my idea just sets her off. “No. Fuck. Him. Everyone needs to hear this.”

“Ah, okay.” I glance at Slash to see if he wants my assistance or if I should just back off and leave them to it. “It was just a thought.”

My best friend won’t meet my eyes when I try to connect with him.

Instead, his gaze is locked on something over my shoulder.

“I was just tryna help,” I tell Bebe when she looks ready to launch into me again.

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