Page 33 of Scribe

“It never is with you two,” King growled. “Now talk.”

Bailey rounded on me, narrowing her eyes, daring me to go against the bestie code. “You promised.”

I was fucked.

Royally fucked.

King sat in his office chair, glaring at the both of us as we squirmed in our seats. Bailey refused to look at King, and I was too busy counting down the minutes before King jumped the desk and strangled me when he began. “I don’t know what fucked-up drama is going on between you two, and right now I really don’t give a shit. I’ve got a lot on my plate with winter coming and with Frank laid up, so let me be very clear. If either of you causes mayhem and destruction, I will make both of your lives a living hell.”

“Don’t threaten me, dick cheese,” Bailey sneered angrily. “I didn’t cause this.”

“Cause what?” King leaned forward, grinning.

“Nothing!” Bailey quickly sputtered. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, Cupcake, everything about you is my business.”

“Well, not this,” she muttered mulishly. “Not yet at least.”

“Scribe? What about you?”

“Huh!” I squeaked, my head snapping at his. “What about me?”

“You want to add anything to this conversation?”

“Um,” I hem-hawed, looking at Bailey, who was shooting daggers at me, daring me to open my mouth. Honestly, I didn’t know who I was more scared of. I knew King could kick my ass from here to eternity, but something in Bailey’s eyes had me second-guessing my parents’ reasoning for conceiving me. In the end, I just shook my head and sighed.

“I can’t say.”

“I’m your president.”

Nodding, I agreed wholeheartedly. “Yep. Yes, you are.”

“And if I order you to tell me?”

“Can’t do it,” I said, my shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Prez, but Bails is my best friend. Bestie code and all. You understand, right?”

“Yeah, I do, Scribe, but like I said, I’m your president. And if you insist on defying my order, then you leave me with no choice.”

“He’s not defying shit!” Bailey shouted, jumping to her feet. “He’s just keeping a promise to me. You can’t punish him for that.”

“It’s all right, Bails,” I said, reaching for her hand.

“No, it’s not.” Bailey frowned. “It’s not fair. I get you are a brother in this club and your loyalty is to King and the brothers, but you are my best friend too. He can’t punish you for that.”

“Yes, I can, Cupcake,” King declared, getting to his feet. “Scribe, until you come clean and tell me what the hell is going on, you are...”

“I might be pregnant!” Bailey shouted loudly. King stood stunned staring at her, before walking around his desk to gather his wife in his arms.

Bailey sighed. “I’m not sure and I could be wrong, but that’s what I wanted to talk to Scribe about. I didn’t want to bother you about anything if I’m wrong. After the last baby scare, I saw how happy you were about the prospect, and I wanted to be sure.”

“Cupcake, nothing about you bothers me. I love you.”

“I didn’t know what to do. The thought of going back to see Claudia for another blood test sent me reeling. You know how much I hate needles.”

“That’s why you don’t have any tattoos!” I shouted, jumping to my feet, then quickly slapping my hand over my mouth as both King and Bailey snarled at me.

Yeah, maybe that wasn’t the best time to bring that subject up.

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