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This is really no place to raise a child.
“The only reason why you’re still standin’ here is in case Dale needs you to sign something. Anything else, and you’re out. Do you get me?” Chase demands with malice in his voice. I know he’s upset with me, but he doesn’t understand what happened.
I nod my head and pull Maverick close to me. After seeing Dale’s new girlfriend and seeing how beautiful she is, I remember how much I really did care about Dale.
“Chase, you don’t know anything,” I whisper to him and guard Maverick behind me.
If I remember Chase as great as I thought I did, the president was known for his hot head. He was quick to act when he was feeling threatened or challenged. I don’t think he would do anything to hurt me, but then again, I am the one that left his brother after only being married for a short amount of time.
I am the one who left his brother knowing that I was pregnant. And I am the one who is still truly petrified of this lifestyle. There is no way anyone can get out of this life unscathed. No matter how hard I try, I’m still not able to fully leave this life behind me.
Chase grabs my arm and it gets my attention very quickly. “You listen here, you little bitch. You left my brother in a lurch and then come back here with his kid? Fuck off, you little cunt. I can’t believe you,” he grits his teeth.
Hearing the disdain in his voice wakes me up. This reminds me of the world I left behind. The world I never wanted my son to be involved with. The world where women are property and nothing else.
Chapter Seven
Cassie
I’m shaking by the time I get home. Brielle is trying to get my attention in order to calm me down but honestly, the only thing that could calm me down right now is some explanations.
Dale kept so much from me and now I’m standing here looking like a fool. I can’t believe he would do this to me.
The worst thing is the fact that I went to the club for all of these years. I have partied with them. I have went to their wedding celebrations and then their divorce celebrations. I have attended their baby showers and everything in between. Not one of those men felt like they could tell me the truth and that is Dale was married.
Married.
I guess this explains why he never proposed to me. Why marriage was never an option for us.
My heart has literally been broken into so many pieces, I don’t know how to get my heart back together again.
I hear glass break from the living room and I scream out loud. I’m running into the living room of my house to see the room filling up with smoke. The smoke has clouded the whole entire room making it almost impossible to see how to get out of my apartment.
“Brielle!” I scream.
“Cassie!”
I hear her screaming from the other end of the room and I run over to her just as another bottle of chemicals comes flying through the window. We are both screaming and trying to take cover from the onslaught of these bottles with smoke coming out of them.
And just as soon as it began, it ended. Brielle and I are huddled around each other in the corner of the room trying to catch our breaths and trying to piece together what just happened. Tears have flooded my eyes as I grip the piece of paper in my hand. The only thing that is holding me together right now is the unknown in this piece of paper.
We can hear a flood of bike pipes ride up to my home and no sooner did I blink, but Chase is busting through the door. I know he’s worried about my twin more so than me. My twin has been the only person who could melt his heart of ice.
Chase was always the reserved type and it wasn’t until Brielle came into the picture did he cool it with his moodiness. I still think he is pretty scary, but I’m not the one sleeping with him.
“Baby?” Chase yells through the smoke and he comes storming through the living room to get towards us.
“What happened?” Brielle asks with tears running her down her cheeks.
She is new to this word and doesn’t understand the first thing about being a biker’s ol’ lady. She is learning enough to keep her semi-safe but in times like this, she doesn’t need to ask questions.
I’m beginning to wonder if I should have asked more questions. If I would have asked more questions, would I be where I am right now? Would Dale have told me the truth all along? I’m not even sure.
“Baby, I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” he mutters while kissing her nose.
Colm’s right behind him and looking over the scene. His eyes find mine and he shrugs. I shrug back at him. I don’t really know what to say. How do I tell them that my heart is broken and in my hand is the truth I already believe I know.
I’m pregnant.
