Page 65 of Hendrix

“Anna! Who?” I barked again,

“Your girl,” she snapped, her eyes flying up to meet mine again, full of accusation. “Daisy.”

“Ohhh shit,” Bones muttered under his breath.

I shot him a death glare before turning back to Anna. “Let me get this straight. Daisy gave you bread and told you it was gluten-free when it wasn’t?”

Her lips pursed, and she nodded.

“She clearly told you it was gluten-free,” I reiterated, more of a statement than a question.

“Jesus, Hendrix,” she grated out. “I’m not lying. She told me there was gluten-free bread there because Carina made it for one of the brothers. Tristan was there too. Ask him if you don’t believe me.”

“Picasso’s gluten-free,” Bones interjected. “Carina makes him some kind of special flatbread.”

“Thank you!” Anna muttered in a resigned tone.

I heaved out a breath. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. I just can’t fathom why Daisy would do that shit.”

Bones’ eyebrows shot up.

“Right,” Anna murmured flatly. “Of course. Look, I’m gonna try to get some rest and ride this out.” She pulled the sheet up and turned over, giving me her back and her cold shoulder.

My jaw hardened, and I scraped my hand down my face.

What the fuck?

One minute, she held onto me as if her life depended on it. The next, she’d turned so frosty that I could almost feel a chill in my balls.

I turned to Bones. “Are pregnant women always this fucking hormonal?”

Anna let out an angry snort and snapped, “My hormones aren’t really your concern.” She glanced over her shoulder, flashing me a look of fury. “Haven’t you got whores to fuck?”

My head reared back in surprise at her outburst. “The fuck you say?”

“Get. Out.” She enunciated the words like I was touched in the head.

Bones’ lips thinned, and he jerked his chin toward the door.

With a shrug, I stood and sauntered toward the exit. To the world around me, I must have seemed uncaring and unbothered, except underneath the bravado, I was in turmoil.

What the fuck just happened? Anna got sick and I jumped into action because I was genuinely worried for her and the baby. After seeing the sonogram, I started to get used to the thought of a little nipper running around the place, so the moment she complained of stomach pains, I genuinely shit bricks.

Maybe my reaction to Anna’s accusation was off, but I didn’t mean to question her over it. I was shocked somebody in my club would go out of their way to purposefully hurt a pregnant woman, especiallymypregnant woman.

Also, I’d just almost had a goddamned conniption thinking there was something wrong with the baby and, in turn, Anna herself. If anything had happened to either of them, I would’ve lost my damned mind.

Bones followed me outside to the hallway and closed the door behind us with a soft click. His accusing stare bore down on me like a lead weight, and he whisper-shouted, “With all due respect, Prez, are you fuckin’ crazy?”

My eyes bugged out at him. “What?”

He stared up at the heavens and heaved out an exasperated breath before lowering his eyes again. “You never tell a pregnant woman about her hormones, you dick. It just makes them react worse. It’s bad enough you flapped your gums at all, but to do it after insinuating Anna was lying about Daisy—when we both know that bitch would poison her own grandmother if it suited her agenda—was fucked-up.”

I felt a sinking sensation in my gut. “I was just stunned, is all.”

“About what?” he challenged. “The fact that Daisy’s a snake with tits? If you’re stunned about that, Prez, then you haven’t been payin’ attention, and I know you don’t miss shit.”

A muscle ticked in my jaw as a realization dawned. “Okay, so I fucked up again, you happy now?”

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