I’d broken my word. The promise I had made to her weeks ago plays over and over in my head.
“I promise I won’t be going anywhere near her. Why would I need to when I’ve got the most perfect woman lying in my arms?”
I fucked up. Monumentally.
I shove Clay away and slam my fist into the drywall, which crumbles beneath the force. He stands in front of me, arms folded across his kutte, watching me like I’m about to detonate.
I pace the small foyer like a caged animal. “Fuck!” I roar, dragging my hands through my hair. I look at him. “What the fuck have I done?”
“You fucked up,” he replies flatly. “Big time.”
The door swings open as people file back inside. I step aside, letting them pass, then rest my head against the wall once we’re alone. “What the fuck do I do?” I ask.
“You leave her. Let her cool off. You can’t storm in there like a bull in a China shop. You’ll only make it worse.”
I start pacing again. “Not a chance. I have to fix this.”
“What are you gonna do? Walk in there and demand she forgive you?”
I shake my head. “She needs to know that I know I fucked up. That I’ll do anything.”
Clay arches a brow. “Did you not just see what she did to your bike? You really think she’s ready to listen?”
“I don’t give a shit about my bike,” I snap. “She’s my everything.”
The look he gives me only winds me up further. He might be my VP, but right now, I don’t give a fuck. I need to get to her.
I shove past him and take the stairs two at a time, urgency clawing at my chest. I reach the bedroom door and press my palm against the cool wood.
“Please, Hell,” I mutter. “Just hear me out.”
I push the door open to find the room empty. But it’s in chaos, with clothes strewn everywhere. This isn’t like her. Hell’s obsessive about order.
I lower myself onto the bed. The mattress dips under my weight, and something tumbles to the floor. I bend to pick it up, turning it over in my hands.
A pregnancy test.I stare at it.
Positive.
My stomach drops so fast it feels like I’ve been punched. What the fuck have I done? My eyes dart to the dresser. The drawers are half-open, so I rush over and yank one wide.
Her clothes are gone.
Where the fuck would she go?
Her whole life is here.
Running out of the room, I rush back down to the lounge, the pregnancy test gripped tightly in my hand. Everyone is going about their business until I enter, then the room falls deathly silent. I hear hushed whispers as they watch me storm across the room. I haven’t got time for this shit. I need to find Hell.
I throw the pregnancy test onto the table in front of Red and Bella. “Who the fuck does that belong to?”
Red looks at me in disgust. “You already know.”
I slam my hands on the table, but she doesn’t jump. “I haven’t got time for your cryptic bullshit,” I bellow.
Rock pulls me back out of his ol’ lady’s face. “That’s enough,” he yells, his tone warning.
I look past him. “For fuck’s sake, Red, just tell me. Is it yours?”
