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So fucking fake.

“Baby, please, you can’t throw two years down the drain over a girl, please…” She begs, and I tilt my head.

“Over a girl?” I question loud enough for everyone to hear, including her father, who is furrowing his brows near the hallway to his office. I state, “Last time I checked, you turned on your brother's old lady and tried to force him to end things with her after she was attacked, claiming she was cheating when in fact, she was being assaulted then you wouldn’t take responsibility over the whole fucking situation. Instead, punching her in the face,” I curl my lip at her, “and let’s not forget you fucking some college guy yesterday disrespecting me,” she hiccups as her eyes widen and I lean forward and sneer, “I haven’t touched another woman in two years since we started ‘dating,’” I use quotations making her eyes narrow and anger shine through, the crocodile tears drying up quite quickly. I scoff, “And yet you opened your legs within weeks of us breaking up,” I sneer at her, “Go find another guy to fuck over!”

Her nostrils flare, and I smirk as I turn and continue my route to the kitchen; she screeches, “I swear I will be wearing that cut, Damian. You are mine, and I won’t let that bitch break us up! The cut is mine, you are mine. I made sure of it!”

I make eye contact with Butcher and raise a brow because not only did his daughter use my legal name again, but she’s just insulted his son’s pregnant old lady and admitted to ensuring to try and trap me.

His jaw locks as he snaps, “Bethany, that is twice you’ve used his legal name, and now you’ve insulted Scar. You’re banned from the clubhouse for two months!”

She gasps, “What no…” while everyone glares at her.

“Just so you know Pres, right now, I’m looking at leaving the club,” I admit quietly to Butcher as I stop near him and his eyes widen, but I shrug and ask, “How can I be part of a brotherhood when my president threatened my patch if I didn’t date his daughter, basically ruining all of my hard work and loyalty? Loyalty bear in mind, you didn’t fucking deserve!”

“I did what I had to Jokester. She was a loose cannon, and you were the only one who could stop her shit,” he whispers, and I scoff, “Then maybe you should have raised her not to be an entitled bitch because I’m fucking done.”

That said I walk past him into the kitchen. I notice Louise as soon as I walk in at the stove and she grins at me, but it soon disappears when she notices my anger and sighs, “Let me guess, Bethany?” I shrug, and she shakes her head and turns, filling up a plate with biscuits and gravy and mutters, “That girl will never learn. She should have realized how lucky she was to have you.”

Louise turns back to me and hands me a plate full of food. I give her a nod, not saying anything because she doesn’t deserve my anger. At first, I always thought she was involved, but over the last few months, it’s become clear she wasn’t. She refused to talk to her daughter for weeks after everything went down.

Kissing her cheek, I take the cutlery and turn and leave the kitchen. Then, I walk through the common room, ignoring Bethany screaming at her father, and head to my room near Bullet’s all while wondering if I should just count my losses now or wait until I have the apprenticeship and college over with first.

Chapter 4

Esmerelda – Seventeen Years Old

“Ess,seriously,youneedto sit down before you wear the floor out,” Cody says with humor, and I glare at him from where he’s sat near the light-yellow wall, but he smiles not at all fazed by me as he crosses his arms over his chest and I try my hardest not to smile.

Damn man…

Ignoring him, I continue to walk back and forth in the waiting room, trying not to let the panic take over that’s building high.

My heart is in my throat, my palms are sweating, and my nerves are completely shot and I really don’t know how he expects me to just sit down right now.

Women give birth all the time, but sometimes, it can go wrong, and it just can’t, not with my mom. She’s a woman in her forties and at high risk and was diagnosed with preeclampsia. I can’t lose her, Dad can’t lose her and my little brother deserves to have the love I had from her growing up…

When she called me five months ago and explained she and daddy were having a miracle baby, I didn’t know what to say at first. I mean, I was in shock there is no doubt about that. I’d just completed eight hours of baking with Mr. Cleo, the top baker at Paris Culinary Work of Arts, to a shocked mom telling me she was four months pregnant and had no idea.

Mom always wanted more kids, but after having me, there were some complications, and the doctor said she couldn’t have any more children. Well, that doctor clearly didn’t know anything because my baby brother is making his way into the world two days before his due date no less, while I wait with Cody keeping me company.

“I hope Dad doesn’t pass out on her like he did when I was born,” I sigh, scratching my head.

Cody chuckles under his breath, and I hold my middle finger up, causing him to full-blow laugh. We were on a double date when my phone rang. He met some girl at the local diner I’ve never been to, which I think the MC owned when I was away. She asked him if we could all go for dinner tonight because she wanted to meet his girl best friend because, of course, the idiot told her I gave him my virginity, and when he called asking if I’d like to do a double date with Mark, the guy I’m currently seeing to help ease her mind, I agreed but mainly because I knew he wanted to meet the guy I met three months ago at college.

She was standoffish at first with me, and before I got the call, she started to come around with me until Cody stated he was coming to the hospital, which pissed her off because, well, he did pick her up.

I tried to decline him coming, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He loves my mom and wants to meet the baby when he arrives, so Mark said he’d take her home after pecking my lips which unfortunately I didn’t feel anything, just like I didn’t feel anything when I slept with him last week.

No tingles, no sparks, and I’m not one hundred percent sure he pushed inside me because I, uh, I couldn’t feel anything all while he was moaning and groaning.

It was the longest five minutes of my life.

“Seriously, Ess, she’ll be alright, they both will,” Cody reassures me. I look at him again and send him a small smile, which makes him smile back at me as my phone goes off.

Shaking my head, I pull it out but frown when I see it’s Mark calling and I walk over to Cody and take a seat.

“Mark?” Cody questions, and I hum in confirmation, and he mutters, “Took the fucker long enough,” making me snort.

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