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TWENTY-ONE

JAX

I should have warned Delila… from the shock on her face it was clear she didn’t expect my old man’s reaction. She deserved better than his cruel rejection. But how could I have told her without telling her everything? About the affair? About my father’s plan to kick her out and leave her with nothing? I would not stress her out with all that until I had the solution lined up and ready for her.

At least Delila told him in front of me.

I don’t think I ever sent a text message that fast in my entire life, but I had to let people know. Needed my father’s whole social circle to get excited about it, before the old man bullied my woman into aborting my baby.

I got off the phone with Grandma, with the excuse that I needed to talk to Delila about what color she wanted for her shower and came back to the kitchen to find the old man with his hands around Delila’s wrists as he got right in her face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The words were out of my mouth before I could even remind myself about the plan or revenge. He put his hands on my woman.

I was going to fucking kill him.

My father let go of her quick, pretending like nothing happened.

Fucking gas lighter—I didn’t miss how Delila winced.

He was going to pay for that.

My father muttered something about needing to get out for air or whatever.

He stomped out of the house like a petulant overgrown man-child, slamming the door behind him. As if he had been wronged.

Right.

Like it wasn’t his idea to start cheating.

Like he wasn’t the one caught hurting a pregnant woman.

What a worthless little has-been cuck.

Literal shit smeared across underwear was more pleasant to deal with.

“Did he hurt you?” I pulled Delila into my arms, pressing soft kisses all over her wrists, covering every inch that my father had touched.

“I’m okay,” Delila said in a little voice that made it clear that she wasn’t. Tears welled up in her lovely eyes as her lips quivered.

She deserved so much better.

I couldn’t wait until the moment when we could stop hiding—when everyone would know that she’s mine.

Brushing her silky hair behind her ears, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry,” I promised her, “you won’t have to put up with him for much longer.”

TWENTY-TWO

JAX

We have a problem

?

She’s pregnant

Three dots appeared, then disappeared. My dad’s whore wasn’t having a good time, faced with the concrete evidence that she was just the other woman. Must be tough being the one fucking a married man, only to learn that my father had been screwing both of them at the same time.

Can you get her to get rid of it?