Page 19 of Taming the Demon

Outlaw Baby Surprise

Without thinking or any hesitation at all, Darrow affirmed Mara’s statement.

“She’s pregnant,” he said.

Loud. Confident.

“Prez,” Linc said.

“Jesus Christ,” Slade added, running a hand through his hair.

Darrow couldn’t believe this was what he’d become. Falling into that familiar trap of a goddamn woman. Making Warren and Custer’s warning about pussy even more true now. Darrow owed Mara nothing in life. Hell, if anything, he got what he’d been craving for so long. All he needed to do was call prayer with Cyrus and Linc and explain it all.

Mara showed up, panicking. I told her to stay and relax until things figured themselves out. I don’t know, maybe I thought Fitz would come find her and I’d get this rat problem off our back. I thought about taking her phone and doing a little hacking on it. Honestly, Prez, I just wanted to fuck her. She was a drunk mess all the time and I just… what can I say?

“Do whatever you want, but the guy who inked her is a dirty rat,” Darrow said. “You know what the means. The ink means dick now.”

“Pregnant,” Cyrus said. He backed off from Mara. “Who’s the father?”

“It’s not Fitz,” Mara said so calm and cool.

She had been near the outlaw world for so long, survival came naturally.

For Darrow, watching Mara lie turned him on. She was goddamn stunning as it was, but watching her stand up to the President of Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West and lie so easily… Cyrus looked around, instinctively for Priest. But Priest remained in a coma due to the attack from Mara’s rat of a husband.

“I want the enforcers here and I want Mara at the bar,” Cyrus said. “One fucking wrong move and she’s dead.”

Darrow looked at Virus, Amos, and Dolph. “You fucking pieces of shit even look at Mara and I’ll fucking gut you. I’ll rip your fucking eyes out with my fucking teeth!”

“Prayer!” Cyrus boomed.

His voice silenced the entire clubhouse. He turned and walked away.

There was no need to repeat himself.

“Do I still get a seat at the table?” Darrow asked.

“Still wearing your cut, aren’t you?” Linc asked.

“We need to keep this as civil as possible,” Slade said.

“Civil,” Cyrus spat. “Look at this fucking table! Civil? How many empty seats do we need to have?”

Darrow sat down and folded his hands. “Ready to hear things out?”

“You fucked Fitz’s old lady,” Linc said. “You got her pregnant. Explain that. She’s an inked woman, brother.”

“He’s a fucking rat,” Darrow said. “There was something wrong with Fitz for a long time.”

“Being a piece of shit human is far different from being a rat,” Slade said. “Doesn’t give you permission to fuck his wife. That’s a problem, Darrow.”

“Then put a bullet in my head and end it,” Darrow said. “If that’s what needs to be done. That won’t help anyone find Fitz. It won’t help Mara at all either. Unless you decide to kill her too.”

Darrow’s eyes met Cyrus’s.

“I must be losing my fucking mind right now,” Cyrus said. “There’s not a fucking thing that makes sense around here right now.”

“She came to me as soon as shit hit the fan with Fitz,” Darrow said. “She was terrified. And not just of her old man, get it?”

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