Page 61 of Stealing the Biker

“Then what? Did she find out about us and threaten to tell me?”

“No.”

“You’ve got about five seconds before I punch you in your balls if you don’t spit it out.”

“Sabrina’s pregnant. She’s pregnant, and it’s mine.”

“Fuck you, Jimmy. Fuck you.” Kiesha slaps me and punches at me as thick tears roll down her cheeks.

I grab hold of her, clamping her arms down. “I’m sorry.”

“I never want to see you again.”

“You don’t mean that,” I murmur into her hair.

“Please let me go.”

“You’re too upset to drive.”

“Don’t tell me what I am. You’ve got no right. You can’t keep me here.”

“Just until you’re calm.”

She goes slack in my arms.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Kiesha.”

“Did she…did she move with you to your new place?”

“Yeah.”

“Does she know? About me?”

“She suspects there’s been someone.”

“Good. I hope the two of you have the life you deserve.”

“I know you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at myself for ever allowing myself to fall for someone as big of an asshole as my father.”

“Don’t compare me to him.”

“Why not? He was a lousy cheater, too. I’m done being the other woman.”

“I’m going to tell her.”

“When?”

“Soon. I swear.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“I’ll do it tonight.”

“Why not right now?”

“She’s at work.” It comes out as a lame excuse, but it’s true.

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