I’m drawn from my thoughts of Della when the door opens, and Tormentor not so subtly pulls Marcy into the room.
“What’s going on?” she snaps, hands going to her hips as Tormentor lets her go. Our brother retakes his seat while she glances around the room, eyes coming to mine. “Are you going to let me sit with you, Shadow, baby?”
“Fuck no,” I grunt, my lip curling in disgust at the very thought.
“So, what? I’m just supposed to remain standing here while you all sit?”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do,” Lucifer sneers. “You are not a member of this club. You are not an ol’ lady. Not even a saddle bunny. Marcy, you are nothing to this club. We don’t give two shits about you.”
“I’m pregnant, and it’s Shadow’s,” she cries.
“No, it’s not.” I slam a fist on the table, which causes her to jump, eyes going wide as she takes a step back. “You know damn well you’re not carrying my kid.”
“I am,” she screams.
“No, you’re not,” Nightmare speaks up. “You aren’t pregnant by anyone in this club. The tests prove it.”
“You altered the tests,” Marcy accuses.
Nightmare rises from his seat, hands to the table, and he leans forward. “I’m not a fuckin’ liar, Marcy. When it comes to anything involving my brothers, no way in hell would I fuck with results either way. If it’s their kid, they have a right to know. If it’s not, same goes. You’re the only one here that’s a damn liar.”
Marcy’s face turns beet red, tears flowing freely out of anger or fear, I’m not sure which. I didn’t care either way. She’s nothing.
“Why did you claim to be carrying my VP’s kid?” Lucifer demands.
“This is his kid,” she tries again.
“No, Marcy, it’s not,” I tell her. “Quit trying to say it is. We have the proof.”
“Whose kid is it?” Dread asks.
“Shadow–”
“Don’t even finish that accusation and tell us the fuckin’ truth,” Lucifer orders, far too calmly.
“No,” she says, straightening.
“That’s fine, you don’t have to share,” Lucifer states, watching her closely, “What you will tell us is why you thought you could pin this pregnancy on my brother here?”
Marcy seems to weigh her options before she gets that look of disgust on her face. “You want to know?”
“I wouldn’t ask a question if I didn’t want the answer.” Lucifer sneers, that calm cooling look even more. He’s losing his patience with this situation.
“Fine,” she snaps, eyes coming to me and narrowing. “You were supposed to be mine, and I knew if I was pregnant with your baby, I would be.”
“No, you wouldn’t. If it were my kid, I’d have gone for custody,” I say, completely over this bullshit. She’s not carrying my kid, and now it’s done. I have other things to get to.
“Why bring this to the club now?” Tormentor asks.
Good question.
“Fine, you wanna know so bad,” Marcy seethes. “I saw him outside Rodeo Roundup. I didn’t miss the way Shadow was watching Della Meadows leave. That little bitch always had a crush on him, and I knew with her back home she’d sink her claws into what’s mine.”
“I wasn’t shit to you, and you damn well know it. The only thing you were to me was an easy lay.”
“You didn’t have a problem fucking me for years.” She smirks, that sneer of hers turning up into a sly grin. “You even thought it was me you were trying to get inside of one night when Della so happened to be helping you get into your house.”
What the fuck?
