“And you decide to bring this shit here, now?” Lucifer demands as I take the sonogram.
“I can’t do this by myself, and Shadow’s the father and deserves to know he’s going to have a son.”
“That’s not my kid. I wrapped my shit every time I fucked you, and you damn well know it.” All the girls were also required to be on birth control. We paid for that shit to keep things like this from happening.
“It’s not always foolproof.” She shrugs.
“I called Nightmare. He’s on his way,” Lucifer announces.
“Good, ‘cause I know for a fact I didn’t knock some bitch up.” This is the last, last, fucking thing I need on my plate right now. No way am I about to let Marcy fuck up my life. I nearly did that years ago before I wised up.
She’s nothing more than a whore mongering gold digger. The only reason she got to stay around the club as long as she did was cause she was a good lay. That and she didn’t show my brothers just how much of a bitch she really is to the other saddle bunnies. At least not until we kicked her ass out.
Lucifer turns his attention to Marcy. “If what you say is true, you won’t have a problem with us doing a DNA test.”
“The only thing a DNA test is going to prove is that you’re the father, Shadow. I haven’t been with anyone else since I left here.”
“That don’t mean shit. You’ve fucked every man in this club that carries the patch. Don’t try to deny it. I’m not the father of this kid.”
“What a great way to talk about your own kid.” She sneers, snatches the sonogram and shoves it back in her pocket. “I’m telling you this is your son, and you act like a complete asshole.”
“Marcy, you came here with this shit after getting your ass kicked to the curb. Did you really think that any one of us would be down with this? Fuck no. We’re not stupid. Take a DNA test and prove it,” I shout, not giving two fucks about the fact Marcy starts crying.
I don’t know what game she’s playing at, but it doesn’t sit right with me.
“Nightmare will handle the situation. He’ll perform the testing, and we’ll go from there,” Lucifer states as Nightmare walks into the room.
“My doctor’s office can do it,” Marcy snaps.
“Yeah, and you can play games to get them to alter the damn tests too.” Nightmare sneers. “I’ll handle the damn tests. It ain’t gonna hurt you or the kid. It’s a damn blood sample, for-fuck’s sake.” Nightmare turns to me. “I’ll need a swab of spit from you.” He turns to Lucifer. “Might as well do every damn member of the club. I’ve got a friend who I can ask to rush this. We’ll have answers in a day or two.”
“Sounds good. Phantom, Tormentor, I want you two on her until we’ve got the results. The bitch doesn’t leave your sight.”
“You got it, Prez.” Tormentor grunts. “We’ve got this.”
“Bring her to the med room so I can do the blood draw. I’ll get you two swabbed at the same time. Then Shadow and the others can follow in.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him and wait for Phantom and Tormentor to all but drag Marcy out of the office.
I wait for them to pass before shutting the door and looking at Lucifer. “I didn’t get her pregnant.”
“We’ll know for sure if any of us did when the results come back.” Lucifer grunts and shakes his head. “I can’t stand that bitch. She’s nothing but trouble, and we’re all a bunch of fools for ever sticking our dicks in her.”
“Think she’s playin’ at something?” I ask.
“No thinkin’ to it. She’s fuckin’ with us, Shadow. I just don’t know why.”
I nod in agreement. “I’ll talk to Dread, see if he can’t dig up anything on her.”
Dread wasn’t just our club’s Secretary. He handled finding any intel the club needed to know at any given time.
This time, Lucifer nods and moves to take a seat behind his desk. “You want to tell me how you got saddled with the task of taking Maddox’s sister to the hospital, or do I not want to know?”
“I went to the ranch to give him the offer, and all hell broke loose. Girl took off on her horse and got bit by a snake.” I let out a heavy breath and shake my head. “She’s fine.”
“And this is your problem, how?”
Damn good question.
