Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“You think the world revolves around you. Someday you’re going to have to grow up, kid,” King says, with cool confidence. His cocky smile makes me want to punch him. The way he calls me kid boils my blood, as if it’s an insult.
“Fuck you. I haven’t been a kid in a long time, old man,” I tell him as I crack my knuckles. My fist is itching to connect with his face.
“All I see is a kid,” King spits out as he steps towards me. He’s at least a foot taller than I am, but at that moment, I don’t give a shit.
It’s on motherfucker. I’d love to bring him down a peg or two.
Before I can swing at King’s face, T steps between us pushing us away from each other. I drop my hand knowing there’s no way I’ll get to King through T. T would likely knock me on my ass with half a punch just for trying to. I can’t piss him off when I came here for his help.
“Wh-why are you here, Dom? Is something wrong with m-mom or d-dad?” T asks. His voice is laced with worry.
“No, I just need to talk to you. Something has happened and I don’t know how to deal with it.” I shove my hands in my pockets shrugging. Fuck I hate being in this position.
“What?” T asks, looking me over.
“I want to talk to you alone T,” I tell him after looking at King with a grimace.
“K-king is my brother,” T says. “H-h-he doesn’t nee-d-d to leave.”
“It’s not a club matter, T. Its personal and I need my brother right now.” Being younger it’s hard to get the words to form. I don’t like showing any weakness, but he was the only one I could think of that would listen to me enough to hear me. He would understand where I’m at and help me figure this shit out.
Before T can say anything King cuts him off. “I’m leaving.”
T sighs before King slaps him on his back as he passes. “I’m heading to pick my woman up from work anyway. Bye Kid,” King calls out to me.
“Fuck you,” I tell King before turning back to T. “How can you be happy here? I just don’t get it.”
“I-I love my club and b-brothers. What’s up? What d-d-did you need to t-t-talk to me about-t?”
“Can we get out of the hallway before I lay it on you?” I ask, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. Now that I don’t have the anger to direct at King, I don’t know how I’m going to put it to T. I follow him the few steps to his room and let him close the door behind us.
It’s now or never. I let the words fall from my mouth before I can chicken out.
“Gabby’s pregnant.”