Page 76 of Bona Fide

“How many?”

“Three.”

I perk a brow. “In the same night? Bitch, you tried too hard. Hardly believable.”

“Oh, did I say I stole one dress?” Her lips lift higher. “You’re a busy girl, you apparently fuck all sorts of men at your events.”

My arm cocks back, but it’s halted by a large hand as I’m wrenched backward. I stumble back as her brute lets me go to give us space.

“I’m going to kill you, bitch.”

Demi rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, you survived the ghetto, you’ll be alright after this.”

“You think releasing these videos to the public is going to make me cut my contract so that you can tighten your leash on Wade? You didn’t do your homework very well because I don’t back down when cornered.”

“Give me some credit, Miss Shelton. That’s not all I have planned. Your mama’s—” I rush her, just to be lifted up in the air.

My fists blow into the goon’s back as he sets me down like I’m nothing.

When I’m on my feet, I shove him from me and snap my head back to Demi. “Go near my mother and I will strangle you with my bare hands, cunt. You don’t know what I could do to you.”

“I think we’ve both underestimated each other,” Demi conveys calmly. “You think I’m a gold-digging bitch, and I thought you were a trailer park piece of trash. But you’ve built your own successful business, and I’m just taking care of what’s mine.”

“Wade isn’t going to keep you around,” I seize. “Especially after this. You just keep digging yourself into a bigger hole, Demi.”

“But I’ll have what I want and what I have can take down his whole empire. What you need to worry about is what you’re going to do afterward.”

“I’m not signing that contract.”

Demi gives a dismissive wave of her hand. “Then don’t. You just hurt him in the process.”

My body tenses at her words, both threatening and promising. She doesn’t care about him, no wonder he says she isn’t his wife anymore.

“You think you can just barge into my house and start demanding I do shit for you? You come out of nowhere and you think you can just fuck up everyone’s life, that you have the power to—”

“I do have the power to,” Demi chides. “I’ve been around a lot longer than you. You have no clue of the things I know about this family.”

I’ve had more than enough of this bullshit. My feet are already moving again, and fuck, if she doesn’t hit me first, I’m going to be wearing her blood in about two seconds. However, Bigfoot stands in front of her, arms crossed, so I drive my clenched hand into his ribs.

“Get out the fuck of my way.”

“You’re not going to want to stay around much longer anyway,” Demi states behind her man-wall. “I’m going to get pregnant with my husband’s baby.”

If she says husband one more fucking time, I am going to explode.

“You. Are. A. Sick. Bitch,” I fume. “He’d have to want to fuck you first.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s called a date-rape drug, darling.”

I try to keep my face neutral, but I can feel the frown grow. A prickly feeling creeping up my whole body that she’ll lock him down and he won’t be able to walk away from a child that is his if he wins the Democratic candidacy. And especially if he wins the presidency.

It’d look bad. I don’t know what he has planned, but I sure as hell know it wasn’t Demi doing this. She’d try to pull full custody if he did decide to leave and destroy everything in her wake.

But that’s if she gets pregnant.

“Sign the papers, Reagan,” Demi professes. “Or it’ll be one thing after another, after another.”

My jaw locks as she still stands behind her man, every scenario riding out in my head.

“I’m not signing those fucking papers.”

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