Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the gut-wrenching fear, I press send and bring up my group chat with Raya and Skylar.
Me:
SOS, meet at Skylar’s, we need a plan and quick xxx
I press send and rush over to my truck. I throw my phone on the passenger seat as I climb in and eye the positive pregnancy test before starting the car up. Then I race out of Mama’s small driveway, flicking gravel on her mini, which Dad bought her a month after she left him.
Damn if Fury finds out that I’m best friends with Sky, he’s going to kill me and let’s not mention Blade and Brick but right now I can’t seem to care.
She’s been a great friend alongside Raya, and I’m slowly getting to know Lake through Skylar. We're making our own friend group, and the brothers aren’t involved, but I guess we have Anna to thank for that.
Turning left down the street, I head onto the freeway, my mind going a million miles an hour. My plans to leave the marriage are not coming together and I need help otherwise I’ll be marrying a wanna be gangster while pregnant with Psycho’s baby.
Crap.
Chapter 9
Psycho
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I say to Fury as I pass Tate some cotton candy as we walk down Rose Meadow High Street. People pass us, giving us room, while the women openly check us out, which we both ignore.
Some women love the cuts and what they stand for, especially the one percenter patch, while others look down on us but still want to fuck us and if we have Tate with us, it’s like dangling a piece of meat in front of a pack of lions.
They fucking love it but Fury and I, we don’t. We have women that we want but can’t seem to have and we’re both moody fuckers because of it which doesn’t bode well if someone tries to talk to us.
It’ll be a toss-up if I snap or Fury.
“Yeah, you do,” he says with a snort before shoving some candy into his mouth, and I shake my head, unwilling to argue with him.
After he ended things with Skylar, brothers watched him around the clock and now, he seems to think, along with Venom that I need watching as well.
I mean I don’t really know why, it’s not like I’m going to go all psycho, okay, maybe I will but honestly so would every other brother if he’s just had to endure what we have, something that Ivy was supposed to sit through but cancelled last minute pissing me the fuck off.
In order to try to block me out, she’s punishing Tate in the process.
We’ve just sat through two hours of some kiddie cartoon at the movies, something Ivy planned a few weeks ago, and Fury decided to tag along when I said I’d take her instead, something I tried to deny him, but Blade ordered it.
I get it. The brothers are concerned. I’ve barely been at the club while Ivy hasn’t been there at all, and they don’t know what to do. They also know I’m reaching my breaking point.
She’s now ignoring all private numbers that call her, something I tried once, but she hung up hearing my voice, breaking me, and she’s refusing to see her father.
He blames me, the club most likely blames me, and I blame myself, so it’s all good. Let me stew in peace.
“She’ll come around brother,” Fury mutters but I shake my head and instantly deny, “No she won’t. She believes I screwed Misty, not willing to hear my side or even answer Venom’s calls to hear it from him,” I look at him, “She accused me of being scared of hurting her and yet she’s the scared one right now. The old Ivy would have confronted me after seeing Misty walk out of the officer hallway, not run away.”
Fury sighs, knowing I’m right.
I may be scared of hurting her, but she’s scared of being hurt.
“Sky-Sky!” Tate shouts, getting our attention and I look up to see Skylar and Raya in deep conversation, but both their heads shoot our way when they hear Tate, and of course, they both grin.
I let go of Tate’s hand, and she rushes over on her chubby little legs towards one of her favorite people, making Fury sigh. We slow our pace as we watch Skylar crouch down and catch the little darling.
“She’ll welcome her with open arms, the reason why I had to end it between us, yet she won’t give me a chance,” Fury mutters, and I sigh.
Tate was around eight weeks old when she met Skylar.
She was a temporary receptionist at the doctor’s office, and Fury had to take Tate for her vaccines. She tried to get her colleague to clock them in, but Fury threatened to lose it if she did, so Skylar relented. Without looking at Fury, she logged Tate in while subtly peeking into the carrier.
