His fucking son! His blood.
He stared at the woman he’d now be tied to for the rest of his life.
Again, if it had to be someone, Kyra wasn’t a bad choice. At least she put their kid first.
Even if it was over her son’s father.
Chapter Ten
Zeke jerkedawake when the door crashed against the wall.
“Jesus, Zeke! You’re pathetic!”
A flip of a switch had him wincing and slapping a hand over his eyes to block out the sudden bright light from the bare bulb hanging over the bed.
He really needed to do something about that. But just then, he agreed with Vi. Even though his plan to stop being a pathetic asshole was starting tomorrow.
“If you’re trying to get back with Kyra, this isn’t the way to do it.”
As if he had a chance. “She don’t want me.”
He peered through his fingers to see Violet digging a finger into her cheek and twisting it back and forth. “Gee, I wonder why? Maybe it’s because you’re a damn man-ho. What woman in their right mind wants to be with someone who can’t keep their damn dick in their pants? Worse, one who keeps sticking it in sweet butts. I hope you had your rabies shot.”
For fuck’s sake, he wasn’t the only asshole in the room. “Fuck you, Vi.”
“No thanks, cuz,”—she shuddered—“that would be incest.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, dislodging an either passed out or sleeping Cherry, groaned loudly, and flopped back down. “Whatya doin’ here?”
“Not inspecting you for crabs, that’s for damn sure. Do you have another blanket to throw over you once Cherry stops being your current one? I really don’t want to see your junk. Again.”
Cherry lifted her head and cleared her throat. The one he came down once. Or twice. He wasn’t sure. Things got a little hazy after finishing off the bottle of Jack. “Hey, Violet.” She sounded like a fucking frog.
“Cherry, get dressed and get lost.”
With a grumble, the sweet butt extracted herself from their tangle of limbs and, without caring Vi stood in the open doorway, got up and moved around the room completely naked while gathering her clothes. “Do I have time to?—”
Vi cut her off with, “Nope. You’ve never been shy before. Just take your clothes and go. I don’t have all day to deal with this idiot’s nonsense.”
“Love you, too,” Zeke groaned.
As soon as Cherry slipped out the door, Vi stepped inside the room, slamming the door shut.
He grimaced and rubbed at his temple. “Why you gotta do that?”
One side of her mouth pulled up in an evil grin. “Do what?”
“Slam the fuckin’ door.”
“To punish you for being stupid.” She bent over, bravelypicked up something off the floor, and when she straightened, she threw his jeans over his lap.
“What time is it?”
“Time for you to sober up and get your shit together. No reason to get trashed in the middle of the day. Unless…” Her brown eyes narrowed on him. “Did Kyra talk to you yet?”
He sat up more slowly this time so everything didn’t spin, including his stomach. “Whatdya think?”
“And?”
