“Whatever it says, we’ll deal. Nothing has changed.”
Grace barked out a sob. “Everything has changed, King,” she said, shaking her head.
“Nothing that’s important, baby.”
Grace looked up. “Okay, Kytten. I’m ready.”
Kytten took a deep breath as if she were steeling herself to give us the news. “All your tests came back negative except one.” Kytten waited until Grace looked up at her. “You’re pregnant, Grace.”
Grace paled. “Pregnant?” she whispered. She started shaking her head. “I can’t have his baby.” She looked at me. “Oh God, I’ll never know who the father...”
I pulled her onto my lap. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
I looked up at Kytten as Grace cried against my chest. “Can you do a paternity test?” I asked.
“Not until seven weeks. But I need a sample to compare it to.”
“Mine,” I said, as Grace lifted her head.
“What?”
“We were together the day before, Grace. This baby could be mine. Please don’t make any decisions until we know.”
“But, King—”
I put my finger over her mouth. “Please, Grace. Just a few weeks. I know it’s your body, baby, and your decision, but please wait just a few weeks.”
“I’m not sure I can.” Grace stood up and walked out of church, leaving me staring after her.
“King,” Kytten said.
“Don’t,” I snarled. “Don’t fucking tell me it’s her choice.”
“It is her choice.”
“And what about me? That could be my fucking baby!” I shouted. I leaned forward, my arms on the table. It took everything in me not to jump out of my chair and chase after her.
“And if it’s not?” Popeye asked.
I held my head in my hands as I thought about what he said. If the baby wasn’t mine, I’d hold her hand while she didwhatever she had to do. I just needed her to wait a few weeks. I couldn’t handle not knowing. I wanted that baby. Hell, I wanted that baby even if it wasn’t mine, because it was a part of her.
If the baby wasn’t mine, I’d support whatever she chose. But if he was mine, I wanted the opportunity to love him. To raise him. I’d never forgive myself for letting him go.
I didn’t know if I could forgive her either.
I pushed myself up and stormed out of church. I walked through the main room, ignoring the brothers calling my name. After slamming through the front door, I charged toward my bike.
Swinging my leg over, I started her up and rode out through the gate. I needed time. Time to think and clear my head. Time to come to terms with the fact that I had no say over my child’s life.
I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Reaper’s name. I hit the button to send him to voicemail, and it started up immediately. Montana. I hit the button again and again as each of my brothers tried to call.
When I saw Jackson’s name on the screen. I tossed the phone over my shoulder. In the side mirror of my bike, I watched as it collided with the pavement and smashed into pieces. I hit the throttle and roared off down the road.
I’d been riding for hours when I came to a little town in northern Colorado. Stocks had made sure the Death Dogs were gone, but after seeing Grace go over that waterfall, I didn’t know if I ever wanted to set foot in Wyoming again.
I pulled into a little diner and backed my bike into a spot. I went inside and sat down at a booth. I could have picked thecounter, but the big bastard who was following me would be fucking uncomfortable with nowhere to put his long-ass legs.
I kept my head down and my eyes on the menu as Morpheus sat down across from me. He didn’t say a word, and when the waitress stopped at the table, I looked up and smiled at her, hoping to ease the anxiety I could clearly see in her trembling body.
