Page 48 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
She whipped around before yanking away from me. “I won’t tell you again. Get the hell away from me.”
I met her, step for step. “Is the child mine?”
She picked up the pace toward her car. “Cut it out, Cole.”
“That’s all I’m asking. If the child isn’t mine, I’ll leave right now.”
She snickered. “And if it is?”
We paused at her car as she let her dog in and I steeled myself against her words. “If it is, I have a right to know, whether or not I broke your heart. Because if you are pregnant with my child, then I want to find a way to contribute.”
She shook her head as she opened the driver’s side door. “Then, by all means, it’s not your child. Now, get the hell away from—”
I snatched up her arm and pulled her so close that I felt her breath pulsing against my lips. “Don’t you lie to me, Molly. Be better than me.”
Her eyes danced between mine before she swallowed hard. “Yes, Cole. The baby is yours.”
The anger that pooled in my stomach almost made me vomit. I was going to be a fucking father, and I had been the stupidest human being on the planet toward her. Toward the woman willingly carrying my kid. I softly settled her back onto her feet before I released her, uncertain of what would be good for the both of them. Was it better for them to have a degenerate in their life providing for them? Or would it be better to simply contribute from afar and leave them to it?
I can’t leave my child behind. I have to step up.
“I should have been there,” I murmured.
Molly dropped down into her seat. “I need to get home.”
I shook my head softly, gazing off into the horizon. “I should’ve been helping you. Protecting you. Finding you a place to stay with me. And instead I—”
The slamming of her car door caught my attention, but it was how quickly she locked it that made me jiggle the car doorknob the way I did. I begged her to open it, not caring how I looked or who heard me as I pleaded with the woman carrying my child to simply let me in. I told her I’d take the back seat. I told her I’d shut the fuck up. I just wanted to be with them. I wanted to protect them and keep an eye out, just in case something happened.
Just in case the life I didn’t think was possible for me was suddenly ripped away.
“Get a life,” Molly murmured.
“Molly, please. Just open the damn door!” I exclaimed.
But she slammed on the gas and peeled out of the parking space, barely missing my toe.
“Opie!” I called out before I whistled. “Come, boy! In the back seat!”
I didn’t think twice as I raced toward my convertible. I heard Opie barking and pounding the grass as he soared toward me. I leapt behind the steering wheel as Opie lunged his way into the backseat, and even though I knew I was leaving shit like his leash and his water bottle behind, I’d come back for them later. Or buy new ones.
All that mattered was catching up to Molly and our child she held within her.
I knew she wanted me to go away. I knew she wanted to be left alone. But that simply wasn’t possible. I peeled out of that parking space, backing up and throttling it to go forward so much that I kicked up the smell of burnt rubber with my tires. Molly had just gotten out of sight when I took a left out of the dog park and onto the main road. However, I weaved through traffic to quickly catch back up to her.
And followed her all the way back to her apartment.
“Is this the point where you start stalking me?” she asked as she got out of her car. “Because if it is, let me save us the time and I’ll call the cops now.”
I slammed my way out of my convertible after parking next to her. “All I need you to do is listen. You don’t have to respond or even agree after I’m done talking. Just listen to me.”
She shook her head as she snapped for her dog. “No, you don’t get that right. You lost that right when you left me standing right here feeling worthless and useless, like I was some masturbation rag you used and then tossed off to the side before going to work. Like an asshole.”
“All right, already! I get it! I suck! I’m a shithead! But I’m the shithead that got you pregnant, and when you chose to keep that child, you chose to keep a part of me in your life. And now that I know that child is mine, I want to help.”
