“Right,” I scoff. “Because that’s all you’ve been doing. And I’m supposed to do what, exactly? Give birth to a kid you just said you weren’t dealing with? Color me confused, but I read that as you not claiming it.”
“Well, then I’ll just pull ayouand change my mind at the last second. You married Oz, and then you realized how much of a fuckin’ mess he is and realized you fucked up. Does he not fuck you like I used to? Is that why you moved to Cairo? Last time I checked, you and Torin were still on the outs. And I know Cairo can’t do it like me.” He inches closer, towering over me with his surfer vibes and not-so-subtly animosity. “Did you miss me, McQueen? Do you lay down at night and think about everything we used to be and why we can’t anymore?”
“Says you.”
“Yeah…says me.” His hazels fall to my lips, sending a cool shudder down my arms. “I don’t make the same mistake twice. And that’s what we are. We both know that. I might be the cool guy, but I fucked my sister, and that’s not something you’d want to father your child.”
Honestly, that’s a distant memory for me but obviously not for him.
I never lived that reality.
I’m sure it haunts him as much as it does the way I can’t take back what I did to him that day in Levi’s garage.
“I never said that,” I convey as calmly as I can. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I’m saving you from having to do that. You don’t ever have to mention it. And consider that my last kindness.”
My lips curl into a shitty-ass smirk. “You can shove it up your ass. I know you like that.”
Reeve mocks my expression, his eyes brightening with each passing second and threatening my resolve. He’s probably fucked more people in the last month or so than I have my whole life.
He moved on quickly and without looking back.
“I know you don’t listen to everything I say,” he returns slowly. “But hear me when I fuckin’ say you won’t be giving up that baby for any bullshit reason. If you want Torin to be the dad, fine. But you don’t get rid of it because you got your feelings hurt. I’ll never forgive you for that. Especially after my sister took that away from me too.”
My mouth opens, but no words come out.
Checkmate.
“We on the same page?”
Not really.
However, the pressure he’s putting on me is heavy. It’s like his foot is on my chest, and he’s shoving it harder into me to make me comply with what he says.
We’renoton the same page.
I willnotbe a good mother.
This is like a sick joke.
Things with Levi are weird and changing, and I have no clue where we’re at. Cairo is supportive as fuck, and I think he’s on some sort of drugs half the time with hownicehe’s being about it.
And fuck Torin.
Ozzy hasn’t come to see me since I mentioned my pregnancy, and I’m not entirely sure how to go about that conversation.
And then there’s me.
Thisis why you don’t fuck around and find out with more than one guy. This is why you don’t whore around.
This is why I should’ve listened to Levi and stayed the hell away.
Nonetheless, despite the havoc, I can’t imaginenothaving each of them in my life at one point or another. It’s like different pieces of me came together and made me whole.
What a stupid ass way to think.
“Maybe you need to think about it,” Reeve grumbles when I don’t answer. “But I’ve made my stance clear. If I hear one more fucking word about you offing the kid, you can consider you and I buried. And you can consider us dead, just like Rosie is.”
