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“You know he won’t love you,” he said into my skin.“He doesn’t do love.You’re just a toy in his war with Rachel.A pawn.”
I pulled back.“And what am I to you?”
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“No, I’m not.”My voice shook.“Not anymore.”
I stepped back into the porch light, away from him, away from the past.My chest rose and fell fast as hell, heart pounding like I’d run a damn marathon.
“I need time,” I said.
“You don’t have time,” Rome shot back.“Tick tock, baby girl.Sooner or later, that bump’s gonna show.”
He stormed off before I could say another word.
I sank down onto the porch steps, my fiddle forgotten behind me, my whole body vibrating, not from music, not from rage, but from fear.
I touched my stomach.
Two men.One child.Zero clue what the hell I was doing.
And the worst part?
I’d never felt more alone.
Chapter 15
Rachel
I didn’t sleep after the patch-over party.
My ears still rang from the roar of the crowd, from the sound of bikers I’d mended up too many times to count calling themselves something new.
The Bastard Sons now.
But me?I was still just the girl Villain fucked when he remembered I existed.The girl he kept promising to give his property patch to… but never quite did.
I left early, snuck out through the crowd while everyone else was too drunk or too rowdy to notice.I figured I’d hear from him.
I didn’t.
Not until noon the next day when he banged on my trailer door like a cop with a warrant.
I opened it wearing his old shirt, black cotton, faded graphic, his club’s old logo, cut wide at the collar.It fell off one shoulder.My hair was piled on top of my head in a claw clip, and my eyes were probably still smudged from last night’s mascara.I didn’t care.
He stood on the stoop, eyes sharp, face tense.
“You been ignoring my calls?”
I leaned against the doorframe.“What gave it away?”
His nostrils flared.“We need to talk.”
“Do we?”
“Yeah, we fucking do.”
I stepped back, letting him in.He stalked past me, looking around like maybe he expected to find someone else hiding inside.
