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Reaching for my clothes, I dress before I answer.
“It ends tonight.”
He’s shocked. Heck, I am, too, but I mean it. Finding yourself kidnapped and tossed into a trafficking ring while pregnant does that to a person. It makes you realize that life is too short to put up with anything less than the best. My baby deserves better than that. Hell,Ideserve better than that, too.
“I’ll see you around,” I say as I brush past him.
Hot tears fill my eyes, but I won’t cry. I never do.
CHAPTER TWO
Time is weird. When you’re having fun, it speeds by. When you’re nursing a broken heart… not so much. Sighing, I lift baby Wentworth, holding him close to my chest. He’s six months old today. The surprise I never saw coming. Hell, that I could carry him to term while being held captive is a freaking miracle. I nuzzle the top of his head.
“You’re the only guy who won’t let me down, right?”
He kicks his legs, as if agreeing with me.
It’s been two weeks since I told Tool we were over. Two weeks of sadness while I had to see him around the clubhouse. He hasn’t gone to a club bunny, or even a club whore, but it’s only a matter of time. And I’m going to know when it happens because I have nothing better to do. Every day is the same. I get up, feed Wentworth, visit with the girls when they’re at the clubhouse, and then I go to the main room, which is where all the action happens. So, yeah, I’m going to know when Tool picks a new girl to be with. It will be broadcast in real time right before my eyes.
Since being back I have given little thought to what I want to do with the rest of my life. Might be time to look into that. The thing is, I don’t know what I want to do. I’ve never been good at anything except for singing, and the chances of making it as a singer are probably the same chances as ending up in a trafficking ring. Slim to none.
Wentworth is finally asleep, so I put him in the carrier next to my bed and grab my phone. An internet search reveals a few places in Savannah are hiring. Before, I worked at an office as an administrative assistant. I didn’t like it, so I skip job openingssimilar to that. I smile when I see the club’s strip club is hiring. Might be worth looking in to. Jas worked there before and said she loved it. I make a note to look into it.
I spend the rest of the afternoon filling out applications. Hopefully I hear something back soon, because I need to save up enough money so that I can get my own place as soon as possible. No sense in torturing myself because I don’t think my heart will handle seeing Tool with someone else. A knock on the door startles me.
Allison calls out, “Machelle, are you almost ready?”
Crap! I forgot we were meeting for dinner. Opening the door, I smile sheepishly.
“I need like ten minutes.”
She eyes me, trying not to laugh. “You have spit-up on your shoulder.”
Groaning, I see that she’s right.
“Okay, maybe twenty.”
“Why don’t I take baby Wentworth and you can meet me in Liv’s room?”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. All this baby fever is getting to my head, so I want a baby to hold.”
I laugh. “I’ll hurry.”
“Take your time.”
Twenty minutes later, I knock on Liv’s door. She’s married to the club’s Prez, Saint, but she’s also with King, who used to be VP, as well as Bash and Razor, who are both club officers. I’ve wondered how she makes it work with four men when I can’t make it work with one. Maybe I should ask her.
She opens the door, her red hair piled in a messy bun. She’s the mother of twins and recently found out she’s pregnant. Jas is pregnant, too, which is why Allison has baby fever. Definitely not drinking the water tonight.
“Hey, Machelle. Everyone is in the dining room.”
By everyone, she means Jas, Lucy, and Allison. No guys are allowed at our dinner nights, and I’m so freaking glad. It would be torturous seeing them all lovey-dovey with their men. Don’t get me wrong—I’m happy for each of them. I just don’t want it thrown in my face when I’m nursing a broken heart caused by my own actions.
Jas smiles when she sees me, rubbing her rounded belly. “Thank god. I was about to eat without you!”
“You should have. I’m sorry for making you wait.”
