Page 61 of Waiting Game

“I come back home plenty,” I dismiss. “Now, why did you want to see me?”

He leans forward, wincing as he does so. “I need your help, Cole.”

“You needmyhelp?” I repeat. “With what?”

“Your mother’s a liar.”

Well, that’s a way to get nothing out of me.

Eyes narrowed, I ask, “What makes you think that?”

“Callan ain’t my boy.”

“Of course he is.”

“He isn’t!”

“Why do you think he isn’t?”

“He’s a freak.”

“He likes computers. That’s not a crime. At least he isn’t joyriding or getting into drugs.”

“What, you mean if he did normal shit?” Pops shakes his head. “It’s not right. Him cooped up in that room of his all the time. I’m telling you he ain’t mine.”

“So, you’re going on the premise that you’re not his biological father because he’s an introvert?”

“Colt, Cody, and you aren’t. You were normal.”

I think about my penchant for Omegaverse why choose, big booties on women, and a new obsession for cam girls… “Normal’s overrated.”

“Why aren’t you listening to me?”

“I am listening to you, Pops, but you’re making no sense. Hell, would it make you feel better to know he’s spent nearly four grand on cam girls in the past year and that’s why he spends so much time in his bedroom?!”

Pops harrumphs. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying. Why would I fucking lie?”

“You can’t sway me. I’ve been thinking about it since your slut of a mother had her so-called ‘miracle baby.’”

I growl, “I’ve told you not to call her that.”

He sniffs. “I got him tested.”

Colt was right.

“For cooties?”

“No. To see if he’s my son or not,” he snaps.

“And the results were proof that you’re wrong? As always?”

“I don’t know.” He snatches an envelope from amid the sheets and wafts it. “Got them here.”

The door opens and in steps Cody. He looks, much as he always does, like he’s got a stick up his ass.

Still, he’s my brother and I haven’t seen him in…

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