Just because she acted smug didn’t mean he slept with her especially when her sole focus is to hurt me.
The scene came to me, and I went with it because I was scared of getting hurt.
Damn Dad and Mama and their crap being passed down on me.
“I have work to get to, so if you agree with me, I’ll call Dad,” I say with boredom, trying to ignore the fear that he’ll still want me. Mama sucks in a breath, the clear deny on the tip of her tongue, but she’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut.
“Okay…” Hayden begins with his dark brows furrowed, “This is the plan, " he looks at me and confirms, “You and I will still get married.”
Mama sighs in relief, and I fist my hands to stop myself from hitting her because, well, she is in remission, or so I think.
Did she lie about having cancer and take a loan for the sake of it?
Damn that is a horrible thought to have…even for me.
I think I’m resentful of her putting this on me when I know if she told Dad, he’d fix it for her.
Hayden shocks me and states, “Once the brat is born, you will drop it off on Psycho’s doorstep with a note stating he’s the father, but you refuse to explain who the mother is, so he doesn’t try and find you. I want you, and if I can’t have you, then your mother dies. She left your father, so she’s no longer club, but you are, so this is my only option.”
He smirks and admits, “I want in with the Dark Angels, and what better way than marrying the club’s princess, and that way you can still see the brat but act like the proud auntie.”
Son of a…
I look at Mama, and she quickly looks away, causing me to narrow my eyes at the selfish bitch I’m beginning to see she is.
She’s not denying him or telling him what a stupid plan that is, that not only would I never give up my child but my brother and Psycho would instantly know I was the mother.
I look back at Hayden giving him a death glare and I snap, “There is no way I’m giving up my baby, I’d rather get the whole club involved with Mama’s mess even if she did borrow the money for her health then let’s see where your gang will be and FYI idiot, my dad is still trying to get his wife back, you hear me?Wife, meaning she dies then so do you but extremely slowly and painfully!”
Hayden narrows his eyes at my threat and stands quickly before his hand is around my throat, and I choke, “I dare you, but be prepared to run for the rest of your life and I can promise you Venom will be the least of your problems when Psycho gets hold of you.”
He curls his lip, his yellow teeth poking out, and he shoves me back, making me stumble. Again, Mama stays back and I sneer at her.
“Okay, new plan,” he says, looking at me, getting my attention again, “I will raise the brat like it is my own, and we will marry in four months. If you don’t marry me, your mother’s neck will be painted red and I’ll make it out like she committed suicide.”
That said, he walks past me muttering, “I swear she better be as hot a fuck as she looks for all this trouble,” and I scowl as he slams the front door.
Jackass.
“Ivy,” Mama whispers, and I shoot a glare, shutting her up.
“He had his hand on my throat, and you just stood there!” I snap and she looks away and murmurs, “He’s stronger than me, the chemo, it's tired me…”
I shake my head, a little guilt filling me, and I say, “I’m staying at Raya’s tonight,” before I turn and begin to walk out but I freeze when she calls, “Don’t forget to let your brother know you’re getting married.” Suddenly, the fear and sadness are gone from her tone.
Why do I feel she gets more out of a marriage between Hayden and me?
I grit my teeth, storm out of the house, and get my phone out, bringing up my text thread with Venom.
Me:
I’m getting married in four months. The brothers are welcome as long as they behave, the ceremony will be small.
I hover over the send button, knowing he will tell Psycho and a little bit of hope fills me.
I could come clean. Mama will hate me for the rest of my life and most likely disown me, but at least this way I won’t have to marry Hayden.
Great, now I’m selfish.
