I just knew.
'Don’t be stupid when the truth is staring at you in the face.’
– Bronson’s Life Lesson.
Chapter 7
Bronson
When my phone pinged again, I thought about chucking the thing against the wall.
What the fuck was her problem?
Ever since Thursday night, she had been up my ass about Lila.
Eve – Who was that woman?
Eve – How dare you have a tramp around my kids?
Eve – I want my time with them this weekend.
Eve – Bronson?
Eve – Bronson!
Eve – Whatever. I don’t know how you have the world fooled that you have a big set of balls, but I’ve seen them. News flash, you don’t.
Eve – I expect a fucking answer.
Eve – Oh, and tell that little bitch she better watch herself.
And that was when I hit my breaking point.
Me – First of all, back the fuck up.
Me – Second of all, sure. That’s why you were gagging for my dick and did what you did.
Me – Third of all, as far as I’m concerned, you have no claim to my kids. Same with the five you’ve had aborted because the fathers all went back to their wives and they paid your crazy bitch ass self off.
Me – Fourth of all, ever call her a bitch one more time or threaten her, I’ll go fucking public with what I really have on you.
Eve – You don’t have shit on me motherfucker.
Me – DeLuca.
Me – 980-321-9876
Eve – What. The. Fuck.
Me – Wanna tell me again how I don’t have shit on you?
She stopped texting.
Thank fucking Christ.
I had that number.
She knew that number.
