Page 182 of Tempting Fate

“Why would she do that?”

“Bebe thinks Slash is in love with me.” Lily cuts her gaze to Slash then back to me. “It’s one of the reasons they broke up.”

“Is he?”

All colour drains from my woman’s face. Again she looks between me and my supposed best friend. Seeing that she’s going to lie, I direct my focus to the big man who’s slowly dragged himself back to his feet.

“You love her?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

“Like I do?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve touched her.” It’s a statement, not a question, since the truth is staring me in the face. “Made her come.”

Slash glances at Lily with apology in his expression.

He lifts his chin, then declares, “Twice.”

“Oh, this is just brilliant,” Bebe screeches. With both her hands, she gestures at Slash then the clubhouse. “I’m pregnant. The most likely father is a bloody biker who’s in love with his best friend’s ex-fiancée. A man who’s made her come twice as he just, oh, so, proudly admitted to everyone listening. My life is officially a soap opera.”

Bebe glares at Slash. “Don’t call me. Don’t text me. I no longer give a crap about organising a DNA test. You can forget this child even exists.” She waves her hand in Lily’s general direction, then glares at me. “I hope you three have a very unhappy life together. God knows you deserve it.”

The door slams behind her after she flounces out of the clubhouse.

I barely register that she’s left.

Instead, my brain is stuck on Slash’s admission.

He’s touched Lily.

My Lily.

“Zeke,” Lily calls after me when I stalk toward the rack holding my leather jacket and helmet. “You don’t get to hold this against me. I did nothing wrong… there’s no way you’ve been living like a monk since we split.”

“I haven’t touched anyone since you.”

“You touched Honey.”

The entire club is quiet in the wake of Lily’s declaration. In truth, I’d forgotten we had an audience. My brothers have watched this whole sorry saga play out without comment. When I look around the bar, no one will meet my eyes, except my father.

He shakes his head, disappointment and worry clouding his weary features.

I avert my gaze.

“You know what?” I shout. After pulling my cut from my shoulders, I toss it on the floor. I snag my leather jacket from its hook on the rack. “I’m fuckin’ done. With the club. With everything and everyone.” As I’m threading my arms through the sleeves, I glance at Lily for the first time since Slash dropped his smug truth on me. “I’m ’specially done with you. For good.”

“Okay.” She accepts my dismissal with a half shrug. If I couldn’t read her like a book, I would’ve missed the way Lily blinks just a touch too fast as she tells me, “I’m not sure how I’ll tell the difference, but I’ll give it a try.”

“You do that.”

My helmet is in my hand, and I’m trying to force my feet to walk away from Lily instead of toward her when the doors Bebe left through are pulled open. Brutus swaggers inside with Joseph Kingsley right behind him. A dozen heavily armoured cops holding rifles flood the front of the bar. They block the exit, then look to their leader for his next order.

“Going somewhere?” my corrupt president quips with a chuckle.

“Yeah… any place but here.”

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