“You fainted,” Skipper says.
“I don’t faint.”
“You were whiter than a ghost last night,” Vex says. “You’re lucky I caught you. You’re welcome, by the way.”
I narrow my eyes until memories from last night start to sink in. It was all fun and games until Conrad called and presented ultimatums.
Ultimatums that are probably going to result in death. Mine or theirs.
Or both.
The anxiety finds its way back into my stomach. I’m in need of a morning coffee and some breakfast, but I also don’t wanna vomit in front of the bikers. It’s bad enough that I apparently fainted in front of them last night.
It sounds about right.
I knew this was all gonna catch up to me, only what I had in mind was less life-threatening.
If Conrad catches me, Otis has no mother.
If something happens to Carter, Otis is left with no father.
The latter shouldn’t be on my list of worries at the moment. From the day I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t bother informing Carter because I immediately knew my son’s quality of life was going to be better without an egocentric millionaire in it.
But Carter Trescott is an actual human being now.
And that might change things.
Might.
What if Carter never finds out that he has a son?
Why am I even questioning this?
I sit up in bed. I’m proud of myself. For the first time since arriving here, I’mnotthinking about how much I want to fuck them. This time, I’m thinking with my head.
“I can’t stay here.”
Skipper says, “Darling, we can’t let you go. If we release you, Conrad is gonna get his hands on you. If you want to keep the life you were talking about last night, you’re gonna have to camp out here for a few days.”
“A few days, or forever? It sounds like the O’Neill reign is never-ending.”
Carter gives me a look. “You’ll be safe here.”
“It’s not happening. I have a young child who needs his mother.”
Carter’s eyes inflate, popping out of their sockets. “You have a—?” He cuts himself off. “Youliedto me?
“All due respect, my life isn’t your business.”
Why is Carter acting like I’ve bowled a bowling ball right into his face? It’s not a big deal.
To him, it shouldn’t be. As far as he’s concerned, my child is being fathered by a different man.
Vex clocks my finger. “You’re not married, so what are you?”
“Single.”
I’d be offended by how low they’re viewing me right now if I had time to give a fuck about something other than Otis.
