Just as I said that, one of the mothers came barreling into the room, reared back, and stabbed Paola in the heart.
Black, Gurrero, Dunn, and myself blinked in shock.
Dunn moved, catching the mother around the waist and pulling her back.
The mother kept her hold on the knife, tearing it down as Dunn pulled her away.
Paola’s mouth opened like a fish.
Then she died.
The mother dropped the knife.
Then she laughed. “Fuck you, bitch!”
Twenty-Eight
Never let your man leave home horny or hungry. There will always be a whore out there offering him a sandwich.
—Sage to Gentry
Sage
I was sitting on the back porch with Dean as we tossed Neo some treats when he said, “Is Gentry my dad? I look just like him.”
I froze, unsure what to say.
“He didn’t deny being my dad a few days ago when I asked.”
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, then I said, “No. Gentry’s not your dad. He’s your uncle.”
Dean drew in an exaggerated breath. “Oh.”
“Your dad didn’t know about you,” I said, wondering if I should say more.
“My mommy said that my daddy was a dumbass and didn’t believe her when she said she was pregnant.”
I glared up at the porch rafters.
Man, was I in a pickle.
What did I say to that?
“Your mommy had them both confused,” I admitted. “I don’t know all the details. But your daddy? He’s on the way here now.”
There, that was short and sweet.
Maybe he wouldn’t ask more questions?
Neo started to creep closer, and we both froze.
He walked right up to my side, dropped down on the porch steps, and laid his head on my feet.
The muzzle dug into the bones of my foot, but I was so freakin’ happy I could forget about any pain I felt in that moment.
“What happened to him?” Dean asked curiously.
I reached down and ran my fingers along Neo’s head.
