“Fucking hell,” Brock said. “All right. Well, he’s going to have to turn up sooner or later. Hopefully, he won’t have Bandit blood on his hands when he comes back. For now, let’s just clean up the mess.”
We all agreed to do so and grabbed various cleaning supplies. When Brock, Steele, and the prospect went outside, I stole a moment to check my phone. I had one voicemail from HJ.
That…
That left a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Hannah rarely called. Even though she always seemed to do so at inopportune times, the number of calls she’d made was probably less than a dozen over the four months that we’d been…a thing? So anytime she called, it was a worrisome matter.
And when I heard the voicemail that followed, I went from worried to certain I was about to be murdered.
“Mason knows, Garrett.”
And, shit.
I slumped against the wall of the shop, trying to steady myself. It had all come out. There were no more secrets to hide, no more blaming it on the Bandits. Time to take my punishment like a fucking man and fight back just enough to make sure I didn’t get killed.
“He’s on his way now. Just do your best to keep him calm.”
I laughed at the very idea. Mason, calm, right now? Even on good days, getting him angry was a good way to ensure he wouldn’t chill out. That wasn’t something a Jett did.
“I’m headed there too.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake, you can’t be serious.
The last thing I needed was Hannah caught in the crossfire of our fight. That would be the worst way for things to go. I needed to let Brock and Steele know what was about to happen so they could keep Hannah out of it.
But just as I rose out of my spot, I heard a bike pull up. I stayed where I was. I knew Mason would find me soon enough. The bike turned off, and the sound of Mason hopping off followed.
“Where is that fucking ponytailed pussy?”
And now I knew I was in for a world of hurt. There wasn’t any reason to hide, much less lie.
“Hey, what the hell is going on?” Brock said as I went to open the garage door in full.
“That asshole knocked up my sister, and now it’s time for him to fucking pay!” Mason roared. “Stay the fuck back if you don’t want to get hurt!”
“Mason!” Brock said. “We just got attacked at the shop and could have really used you here to—”
“I’ll deal with that shit when I deal with the asshole that got Hannah pregnant,” Mason said. “Garrett! You punk-ass bitch! Show yourself!”
I never thought Brock would stop Mason from punching me, but I at least hoped I’d get a fight with a slightly less enraged Mason.
I walked through the garage door and stepped forward. Mason had already rolled up his sleeves and was cracking his knuckles as I stepped away from the Jeep inside.
“You little asswipe,” he said. “You fucking lied to my face for months on end. You fucking slept with my sister and knocked her up. What the fuck were you thinking?”
I grimaced. I thought saying nothing was best—
“Talk, fucker!”
“I’m sorry, Mason,” I said.
But that was the thing…I wasn’t.
Well, I was sorry for getting Hannah pregnant. That was something that both of us wished wasn’t the case, although neither of us had any plans to get an abortion or give it up for adoption.
But as far as having attraction for her? As far as treating her well in the time that we did have together? As far as what I said to her and the time we had together?
