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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
“What’s your plan?”
“I’m going to pretend I give a flying f**k and ask to take her take me to the doctor with her. I want to be the proud daddy. I’m hoping they can confirm that she isn’t pregnant and that it will at least win some favor with Mia. Hopefully it will get Tammy out of my life once and for all.” I kicked a stone, watching it skip across the back parking lot.
“Could backfire in your face, brother.”
“It’s not my kid even if she is pregnant.”
“It only takes once.” She rolled her eyes like I was a f**king idiot.
“No shit, Sherlock. I used protection every time. She’s grasping at straws.”
“Fine, but when this shit blows up in your face, just remember I told you so.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll remind me every day, baby sister.” I laughed.
“Give it to me,” she said, holding out her hand.
Giving her my phone, I watched as she tapped the screen and within seconds handed it back.
“You really have to show me how to do that,” I said, scrolling through my contacts and stopping on Tammy’s name.
“Nope. I’d miss out on all the good shit if I taught you boys everything.”
“You’re right. I’d give my left nut not to have to deal with your ass sometimes. Thanks though for this.” I wrapped her in my arms, kissing the top of her head.
“Just let me know if you need reinforcements. I know Ma told you you’re not allowed to hit girls, but that rule doesn’t apply to me.” Her smile grew so large it almost touched her eyes. “That’s the bonus of not having a dick and being part of the pu**y party.” She laughed, slapping me on the chest.
“You’re my go to chick for an ass beating, Izzy.” I smiled at her. She really could be adorable.
“Go get your shit straightened out. You have a fight to win and I may or may not have something very important bet on the outcome.”
My smiled faded. “You didn’t bet on my fight, did you? Please tell me you at least picked me to win.”
She nodded. “Fuck, yeah. Who else would I pick? You’re going to break that dude’s neck.”
“Only if I can get my mind in the game before that day. My life needs to even out so I can concentrate on one thing at a time.”
“Well, what the hell are you still standing here for? Get.” She shooed me.
“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted her as I walked away.
I reminded myself I had a mission as I sat in the hot car waiting for the air conditioning to kick in. I had a mission. I gave myself a pep talk, psyching myself up. “You can do this. You have to do this. ” I held my breath and hit the call button. My stomach flipped with each ring.
“Michael?” she asked in almost a whisper.
I heard her voice and I had to choke down the bile rising in my throat. “Hey, Tammy.” I almost convinced myself that the hello was sincere.
“Oh my god. I’m so happy to hear your voice, baby. I’ve been waiting for your call.”
I closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel. “I’m sorry I’ve been a dick. Think you could forgive me?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“You know I love you, Michael. I could never stay mad at you.”
Her voice made my skin crawl. “How’s the baby?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
“Safe and sound. Growing bigger every day,” she replied in a cheery voice. Clearly she was had an entire jar of screws lose in her head.
“I was thinking,” I stopped and gave myself a moment to carefully form my next words. “I was wondering if we could go to the doctor so I can see the baby on the monitor, like an ultrasound. I told my mother and she said it’s the most amazing experience to see the baby in the womb.”
She gasped. “You told your mother?”
“I did. She’s so excited to finally have a grandbaby. I want to show her a picture of our baby. What do you think?” I held my breath. Please be crazy enough not to question my lie.
She sucked in a breath. “Okay, I know a doctor at the hospital that I can call, I guess. Maybe she can get us in,” she said with a shaky voice.
“Tell her it needs to be as soon as possible. I can’t wait any longer and it would make my mom really happy.”
“I’ll try and track her down at the hospital tonight. She may be there when I go into work.”
“Perfect.” I said feeling relieved. “Listen, I gotta run. I’m supposed to be at my brother’s. Text me when you have the details.”
“I will, Michael. I love you.” She drew out the words.
Cue the creepy music from the movie ‘Psycho’.
“Back at ya.” I tapped end, unable to spend another second on the phone listening to her and lying through my teeth.
She deserved the deception.
I ignored Michael, his call and text messages, the anger inside me hadn’t waned since I found out about Tammy.
He was the first guy in a long time that I’d let into my life. We weren’t on the fast track down the aisle, but I spent more time with him in the last couple of weeks than I had with any other man in the last few years.
I didn’t drown my sorrows in ice cream and cry myself to sleep. I may have shed a tear or two after the shock wore off, but that’s all Michael Gallo had been worth. I had too much on my plate to walk around all day upset about the shitty end to our relationship.