“What the fuck are you doing? Get out of here.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want me.” She squeezes my dick and I elbow her in the tit.
“What’d you do that for? That really hurt,” she whines behind me as I piss.
“Fuck you.” I shake my dick and tuck it back into my jeans. When I turn to wash my hands, the crazy cunt rips the top of her slutty ass dress and punches herself in the face.
“I’ll scream.”
“What do you want?”
“Dump the whore.”
“Eat shit.”
She opens her mouth and I clap my hand over it before she lets out a sound.
“Listen, you stupid cunt. I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you don’t want to fuck with me. I’ve never hit a woman before, but you’re really testing my patience with this shit. I don’t want you.” I release my hand from her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”
“That doesn’t have shit to do with me.”
“We fucked, and I wasn’t on birth control.”
“I wore a rubber.”
“Not the first time.”
Fuck me, this isn’t happening. “Then text me when we can do a DNA test.”
“That’s it. That’s all you’re going to say.”
“What did you expect? Did you think I’d suddenly fall at your feet and profess feelings I don’t feel? You’re fucking whack.”
“Daisy isn’t going to want you when she finds out.”
“Let’s ask her.”
Kidd walks into the bathroom and looks between us. “My bad.”
“Get her the fuck out of here and make sure no one sees her.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
I scrub a palm over my head as Kidd grabs her by the elbow and walks her out one of the hidden exits only club members know about.
I’ve got to tell Prez about this shit, but more important I have to tell Daisy. I think the stupid whore is lying, but if there’s a chance she’s telling the truth, I have to step up for the kid.
I go back to the bar and find Daisy talking to Tyrant, looking uncomfortable. What the fuck is he saying to her?
I can’t hear anything over the music.
Tyrant leans in so close to Daisy that her shoulders are half-pinned against the bar. Her posture’s gone stiff as concrete. Ican’t punch his teeth in. Not in front of half the club and Daisy, but I want to. Not unless he puts hands on her.
“Didn’t take you for the type of girl to play house.”
I wedge myself between them. “Is he bothering you, Babygirl?”
