Page 27 of Grace's Redemption
“I’m pregnant, Mattie.” I hugged myself.
Mattie sunk back on the couch.
“Fuck.” He turned to me. “It’s Mase’s isn’t it?”
I glared at him.
“Hey,” He held his hands up. “I’m just asking.”
“Who else’s would it be?”
He rubbed his face. “Fuck. Leave it to you to get pregnant by a man who loved his freedom more than he loved you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Come on, Gracie.” He leaned toward me. “It’s true and you know it.”
“It’s not true. You know why he left.”
“No, I don’t actually.” Mattie stood again. He paced in front of me. “If you know, please do tell. I have no clue. Mase is a selfish inconsiderate asshole who is only out for himself. Not exactly conducive to club leadership.”
“What about you?” I stood up. “The only reason you’re in the stupid club is because you wanted to be like your big brother and now that he left, you have no identity of your own.”
“And you’re in love with a ghost.”
“You can’t think for yourself.”
“Bitch.”
“Asshole.” I grunted and pushed him out of the way as I ran up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut. I flopped on my bed, put my pillow in my mouth and screamed.
The Scott men.
Fuck Mattie. Fuck Mase. Fuck all the fucking Dragons.
I heard a soft knock through the door.
“Come in.” I rolled over and sat at the end of my bed.
Mattie walked in. He sat next to me.
He rubbed his shoulder and leaned his elbows on his knees.
He looked around the room. Greta and I decorated it together when I moved in. It hadn’t changed much in the seven years I’d been here. It didn’t feel like me. It felt more like what I thought Greta wanted me to like. It was girly.
She had raised Mase and gave birth to Mattie, but she always wanted a daughter. I wasn’t sure I was what she had in mind, but Papa Scott didn’t give her much of a choice.
None of the Scott men understood the concept of compromise.
She treated me well and I appreciated what she did for me, but I was eighteen now, almost nineteen. A high school graduate, with no passion, no real skill besides knowing how to defend myself, shoot a gun, ride a bike and handle a knife.
All the skills today’s modern woman needed.
My guardian was the president of a motorcycle club, my brothers were in love with me and I was impregnated by my soul mate who just so happened to be my other brother.
Yeah, life’s just peachy. Ugh, fuck my life.
Mattie tilted his head toward me.
