“Even your own brothers?”
“Especially them. I fucked up… I know I need to earn your trust again. I won’t excuse or give you reasons for why I did what I did. They seem minimal and stupid now. But I can promise you I’ll never do it again.”
I slowly shake my head. “I don’t buy it. You said you’d protect me, and you were the one thing?—”
“You’ll need to kill me next time, then. I’m for real.”
I’m not.
I’m beginning to think he’s on a high dosage of pain medication right now. What he’s saying to me…he’s a fucking nut job.
“Is there anything else?” I push to get this conversation over with. “I’m busy.”
“No, you’re not. You’re pissed.” He takes another two steps in my vicinity. “And you’re pregnant withmychild.”
My nostrils flare, because I’m going to stab Cairo so many damn times in the chest that he can’t count them all.
Mindlessly, I shift my weight. This wasn’t at all the conversation I wanted to have today.
Not with him.
Not with Reeve.
Not with fucking anybody.
“It’s Reeve’s.”
I’m not entirely sure if that’s accurate, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“It’s mine,” he says again. “How the fuck couldn’t it be?”
He’s got me there because I don’t know.
However, he’s not the only option. And it’d be my luck to spawn another Wildes into this world, wouldn’t it?
“I hope not,” I surmise evenly. “The last thing you and I need is another petty asshole running through this world.”
“So you’re keeping it?”
“I never said that.”
“Then I’m going to need you to.”
I scoff like a bitch. “Go fuck yourself. This isn’t your decision to make.”
Those glimmering golden irises of his, the ones that hold me captive to his stupid ass, keep hidden how this conversation is going to play out and what his endgame is.
He can’t be so fucking stupid to think I’d want this.
His kid.
Even though Torin gives nothing away, I can still read him.
It’s a vibe I can contain and wield, directing where this discussion will lead. The certain words I could use and my tone, us petty assholes need to be spoken to in a specific way given any circumstance.
One little shitty comment and the whole idea of a civil conversation is gone.
“Where is my fearless girl?” He sounds almost heartbroken when he says it as I tuck my chin into my chest because, seriously, fuck him. He acts as though I disappeared and he’ll never find me again, no matter how hard he tries. “Where did she go?”
