“He’s taken,” I said, shaking my head at Asylum.
He smirked back at me. “I just wanted to see if I still had game.”
“You should know that.” I pointed to my head.
“Eh, I’m out of it lately, OK?”
“Liar,” I muttered, watching him lead Cas and Trix away.
“He likes to play a long game,” Dante said as Ellis reached for Malachi. Dante put her on Malachi’s back.
“Want to gallop?” Malachi asked.
“Yes!” Ellis giggled.
And that was all it took for Malachi to trot around with her on his back, her laughter sounding out. I smiled as I watched them leave before I looked back at Dante, who was studying me.
“No Cole?”
“No,” I muttered.
“Rumor going around Chicago is that my sister is pregnant with Cole Scott’s child. You guys ever consider telling me?”
I frowned at him. “How the hell did you know that?”
“I’m very good at what I do,” Dante said. “Plus, Asylum.”
I nodded. Made sense.
“So… is it Cole’s baby?”
I sighed. “We don’t know. We’re going to do testing. Anson already set it up. He wants to know since Cole has sort of gone MIA on us.”
Dante raised his brows at that. “Has he?”
“I don’t know. Rosalie says he’s busy at the hospital.”
Dante snorted. “He was seen last night at one of De Luca’s strip clubs with his men. He’s definitely not caught up at the hospital.”
I frowned at that information.
“Here’s the rub, Evan. I’m not happy with the horsemen. Especially now that one of the pricks may have knocked mysister up again. I am willing to pay the fees to make Cole… not the father.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you want Anson to be the father, then we make Anson the father. I’ll pay to have the testing and paperwork done. Untraceable. Results will say what they need to say.”
I bristled at that. “That’s… unacceptable. It would fucking devastate Anson if he were told the baby was his when it wasn’t. And it would hurt Cole?—”
“Cole was getting a lap dance last night from a stripper. Don’t tell me he’ll be fucking hurt.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded. “As has been reported to me by some of my finest. I have my eyes on the horsemen, brother. I promise you that.” He showed me his phone with a clear as fuck picture of Cole seated with a stripper on his lap, her tits in his face.
I tightened my hands into fists. Cole and I were going to have a little talk.
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