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“You had a baby and didn’t tell us?!” Evan screeched, making me wince.

“I didn’t know.”

“Brother,” Trick says, pity lacing his tone.

This is exactly what I didn’t want.

Pity.

I know it’s fucking bad.

“How did you not know?” Evan asks, dumbfounded. “It’s a baby, for fuck’s sake!”

“Because the cunt didn’t tell him, that’s why. There’s nothing worse than a manipulative baby mama.” Trick shakes his head.

“Watch it,” I growl. “She isn’t a cunt. She tried to tell me. It’s my fault all of this happened, so don’t blame her.”

“The way I see it, she didn’t try hard enough to let you know she was pregnant with your goddamn kid,” Trick shoots back.

I’m growing angrier and angrier by the second. If he says one more thing about Aisling, I’m going to knock his ass out.

“Boys,” Evan says as she lowers her hands between us trying to deescalate the situation. “There’s obviously more to the story, so let’s just wait until we have all the facts before you lose it.”

I look at Cyrus, who is still looking at me in shock. The one time I want him to chime in with his stupid bullshit to lighten the mood and the bastard is speechless.

“I need another smoke for this.” Grabbing the tray off the coffee table, I grind up enough tree to roll a fat fucking joint.

“You better be sharing this time,” Cyrus pipes up.

Now the bastard speaks.

Lighting it up, I take two long drags before passing it off to him. “She tried to tell me, but I blocked her number.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Evan groans as she falls back against the couch, rubbing her temples. “I swear to god you guys are worse than the girls I dealt with in high school. Who blocks people anymore unless they’re literally a fucking psycho?”

“You just answered your own question. The cunt is clearly fucking psychotic,” Trick says.

He barely gets the last word out before I’m up, landing a hard punch to his jaw. Trick tries to get up, but I have the upper hand. I slam him back down onto the couch by his throat.

Cyrus jumps up, trying to get a lock on my arms from behind, but I’m bigger than him. Nothing is going to stop the anger I have pumping through my veins from Trick and his fucking mouth.

“Hash, let up, brother,” Cyrus barks in my ear.

“Cain!” Evan screams as she runs out of the room.

I land another punch to his jaw.

“Call her a cunt again. I fucking dare you,” I growl.

“What the fuck is going on?” Prez shouts as he comes into the room with Evan hot on his heels. “Get the fuck off of him, Hash. What’s the matter with you?”

I grunt in response as I give Trick one last final shove before releasing his throat and shrugging Cyrus off.

“Am I talking to the fucking wall?” Prez asks sarcastically.

“Nothing’s going on,” I answer, and I sit back down and pick my joint up off the floor that’s now just a roach.

Now I’m pissed I wasted perfectly good shit on this shithead.