Page 531 of The Tempted

He narrowed his eyes.

“It was one time!”

“What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean what am I talking about? What are you talking about? You know what? I don’t care. I have zero fucks left,” he ranted.

“Are you okay?”

“No! I’m not okay. I have a pea. And a baby mama. And Bones in my ear telling me to own it…imagine? Me owning responsibility for something? It’s fucking crazy. You should probably pick up that birth control or this could be you,” he said, as he swiped his hand down the length of his body.

“Breathe, Riggs,” I instructed, watching as the badass biker had a meltdown.

“I’m going to be a dad,” he hissed.

“Congratulations,” I smiled, earning me a glare in response. I guess impending fatherhood wasn’t on the agenda.

“Not funny,” he ground out, moving to walk around me. I quickly side-stepped him, blocking him by lifting my hand to his chest.

“Wait! Look, I’m sorry you’re having a crisis and all but I need your help,” I pleaded.

“Oh, hell no!” He shook his head. “I am not getting involved in this shit. Are you fucking crazy?”

“Riggs! I have to see him,” I said, desperately.

“No, I don’t know what the hell is going on with the two of you and shit, I don’t want to know but I am not getting involved.”

I raised an eyebrow when he stomped his foot to drive his point home.

Poor guy, he was falling apart.

“Riggs, please,” I tried. “I want to see for myself that he’s okay.”

“Your father will kill you, him and me!”

“He doesn’t have to know,” I countered.

“Right,” he said sarcastically, lifting his eyes to the glass door. “Fuck, I know I’m going to regret this. Wolf is coming this way, go fucking hide somewhere,” he hissed.

“Where?”

“Behind the goddamn plant. I don’t know just scram,” he said, shooing me away.

I scrambled toward one of the chairs in the waiting room, lifting a magazine to my face as Wolf strutted out from the intensive care wing.

“Well it’s about time you showed your pretty face,” he seethed. “I’m fucking beat.”

“Yeah, sorry. I was dealing with the end of my freedom,” Riggs replied. “How’s he doing?”

“No change,” Wolf said, yawning. “I’m getting out of here. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“Yeah, no worries, I’ve got it from here,” Riggs assured him.

“You okay?” Wolf asked suspiciously.

“Peachy,” he replied.

“Being a father isn’t a bad thing,” Wolf told him.

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