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I find it weird that she’s made it for a month’s time. Wouldn’t she be about two months by then? Can she know for sure she is pregnant at one month? It seems very early.

Damon: How far along are you?

Melinda: I don’t know. When’s the last time we had sex? We’ll see what the doctor says.

Yes, we will. Finding out how far along she is will be very telling indeed. But she also could have been sleeping with other men around the same time as me, so you never know.

I don’t want to be stuck co-parenting with her for the rest of my life, so I’m just hoping this is all some trap.

A trap that I’m going to get out of.

I send Corey a quick text.

Damon: Good morning. I miss you. Can I come there and stay with you?

Corey: Good morning. I think I’m just going to hang out with Bella today. Romeo texted saying we can’t leave, so I’m just going to chill here.

She’s pushing me away, and I don’t know how to fix it.

How does one fix this situation?

A bouquet of flowers and chocolates just aren’t going to cut it this time.

There is no “sorry I potentially knocked up a woman just before finally admitting to myself that I was crazy about you but was fighting it” gift out there.

I was putting everything on her, but now it’s me who has fucked this up.

My dick should have stayed in its pants.

Damon: If you want time, that’s okay, of course I’ll give you that, but you can’t hide from me forever.

That’s a lie. I mean, I’ll give her a day, maybe two max, before I go after her and fight for her to forgive me. It’s way too early for us to be out of our honeymoon stage. We should have had another year of bliss, at least.

Corey: I’m not hiding from you. Just processing everything.

Damon: Okay, I love you.

Corey: Love you, too.

Sighing, I head to the gym in our clubhouse to punch some shit.

How do things go from amazing to fucked so quickly?

Chapter Thirty-Two

Corey

“Don’t you think they are leaving a little too easy?” I ask Leif, who has no choice but to sit on the couch and listen to me vent ever since I shot him. The poor man’s suffering is eternal. I even have my sad playlist going on in the background, so he has to listen to all my emotional ballads. “Jealous” by Labrinth is currently playing.

“Yeah, I do,” he replies, shrugging. “But they have also heard about River’s...reputation, and they know he has Tatum, so if I was them I’d be pretty concerned as well.”

“Do they still think you’re their insider?” I ask. I’m trying to let myself relax, but I don’t know if everything is over yet. My nervous system is still locked in fight or flight.

“Yeah. I think being shot made them trust me even more, because why would I be loyal to a club that shot me?”

I wince and look over at him. “I’m sorry. You know that, right?”

He smirks. “Well, it’s the first time you’ve said it. But it’s fine—it’s not the first time I’ve been shot, and I’m sure it’s not going to be the last.”

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