Page 8 of The Broken Beginning: Part One

“Because it’s her fuckin’ body that has to grow another human being, idiot.” His father explained.

It was then that Damon turned to me and said the absolute worst thing he could have ever said. “Look, if you’re gonna have it, I’ll sign whatever and you can keep it, but I don’t want a kid.”

“You little mother fucking piece of shit!” My dad yelled as he let me go and launched himself across the room.

“Go Lily! Go home. Your dad will be over soon,” Boone called as he attempted to get between my father and Damon. I did just that. I left the pregnancy test, all three men, and hauled ass out of there like my tail-end was on fire.

I was just about to cross the street when a slow clapping started up somewhere over my left shoulder. That’s when I saw Brinley’s baby blue Mustang for the first time. It was such a stupid color for a muscle car. She didn’t deserve it.

“Way to go!” She smirked. “I heard everything. Looks like trying to trap him into something with a baby isn’t going to work out so well for you, you little psycho.”

I didn’t say a word, just stood there with my fists clenched at my side. That wasn’t enough for Brinley though. No! She sashayed her ass over to me, grinning the whole time.

“I don’t want to keep Damon because he’ll never fit into what I want. I need a man who will earn more than six figures a year and keep me living in a lifestyle I enjoy. He’s only ever going to be a dirty biker, but he works to piss off daddy when I need him to. Plus, he’s a good lay when he’s not trying to run away from you as fast as he can. I wouldn’t know anything about that though. Not like you do.”

She laughed and my fist balled tighter at my side before I felt her poke a finger into my shoulder. “He doesn’t want you or your little spawn! You’d do best to keep this quiet because I don’t need anyone knowing that he stupidly knocked your ass up while we were on a break.”

“Fuck you!” I hissed from between my clenched teeth.

“No, sweetie, you’re the one that’s fucked, but what you’re not going to do is bring the rest of us down with you. Now, be a good little shit and get that abortion or I might just have to arrange one for you.”

And that was it. My resolve had been tested. She didn’t just threaten me that time. She threatened my baby. I turned so fast she didn’t even have a chance to step back fully. I clocked her when she was mid-step, just about the same time my father, Boone, and Damon came rushing out the front door. Brinley’s nose immediately spurted blood everywhere as she stumbled and fell flat on her ass, but that wasn’t good enough for me. I didn’t let up. Punch after punch landed against her face, even as the bitch tried to pull my hair to get me off her.

“You think you’re going to organize an abortion for me?” I screamed in her face. “You think you’re going to threaten my baby and have no consequences for it?” I felt one of her teeth give way under that punch. “I will fucking kill you!”

My father lifted me off the bitch and pulled me back far enough that if Brinley could have peeled herself off the pavement, she wouldn’t be in range to throw any punches or kicks of her own.

“Do you see what that psycho did to me?” She screamed at Damon and Boone.

“Yeah, and I heard why she did it,” Boone snapped at her. “Come near her again, and your family will never find your remains.”

“W-what? Damon!” Her eyes quickly sought out the asshole who had remained quiet until now.

“The fucking windows of the house are open, you stupid cunt! We heard every word you spewed at her,” Boone informed Brinley. “Probably the same way you heard what we said inside, yeah?”

It hadn’t been wise on her part to speak to me as loudly as she had, but then again, I think a certain amount of adrenaline was involved in that non-decision on her part.

“If you even think of pressing charges, you will disappear. If you even think of going within ten feet of my daughter, you will fucking disappear. You try to get any of your little friends to bother her, and you will fucking disappear right along with the ones stupid enough to follow your orders. You feel me?”

My father’s threats had Brinley shaking where she stood, once she was able to drag herself off the ground.

“When your family asks what the fuck happened to your face; you better make some shit up about getting mugged while shopping. And here’s a tip, make sure there aren’t any cameras around wherever you tell them it happened.”

“If one fucking pig rolls up to our door accusing my son or Rob’s daughter of shit, you and your whole family line will dis-a-fucking-pear, bitch. Never liked your stuck-up ass following my son around. Nothing but fucking trouble.”

Brinley had been inching closer to her car during Boone’s tirade, but she stopped there with her hand on the door before opening it. “I’m not the one who got knocked up by him,” she answered back snidely.

“And thank fuck for that,” Boone shot back.

Brinley didn’t waste any time after that before getting in her car and reversing away from us. She was either too scared or too frazzled to take a minute to turn around. Instead, she backed all the way down the street until a cross street was available for her to turn down. Then, she managed to drive the wrong way down a one-way street to get away.

“Come on, baby girl, let’s go ice those knuckles.”

My eyes drifted down to check out the damage to my hands, but when I noticed the tooth lying there on the ground instead, I grinned. Boone saw what I was looking at and took in the grin on my face.

“Damn brother, your girl is blood thirsty. Almost a shame we don’t have women riding in the MC.”

“Almost,” my father added as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned us toward our house. Damon didn’t say another word and I didn’t bother to look back at him either. I had just beaten the shit out of his girlfriend, and I was pregnant with his baby. What else was there to say?

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