You Break Me (The Prospect 2)

“Okay. And that would be?” Her lips lift into a semblance of a smirk. Curiosity is glowing in her eyes.

“It’s Grady.”

“It’s so normal. I already caught wind of your name though. Susan informed me of that much.”

I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from touching her right now. Because all I really want is to shove her up against the wall and fuck her.

“I think we should start over. Take our time getting to know each other. Who knows maybe someday we can be friends?”

“Friends,” I growl at her. “We are going to be more than fucking friends, Nikki. You’re pregnant with my child. I’m gonna have a serious chat with Happy.”

“Why?” She takes a step back.

“Already told you several times so get it through your head. You and me, we’re a done deal.”

“I didn’t call you over for this. Look, I want us to get along for the sake of our child, but do you even want to be a dad? You aren’t exactly daddy material.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? What kind of bullshit question is that? It’s my kid. You’re my woman. We’re going to be a family.”

She throws her hands up in frustration. “Oh my God. Can you be serious for even a minute?” Her head shakes from side to side as I stay quiet, allowing her to say what she needs to.

“No, you can’t. I forgot who I was talking to. We’re not going to be anything but two mature adults who put their differences aside to raise this baby, but don’t make me regret calling you.”

My nostrils

flare but I hold back from grabbing her into my hold and shutting up her bullshit with a kiss. I should stick my dick in her mouth. That would stop the stupid talk. “We aren’t getting anywhere right now. We’re going in circles so I’m gonna bounce. Got some shit to handle for the club but I’ll be back, Nikki, and baby, you’ll be mine.”

She lets out a sigh and I wink at her.

“I’ll let you know when I have an appointment.”

“I’ll let you know what time I’ll be by to pick you and the kid up for dinner.” I stomp off before she can tell me no.

**

I go behind the bar and grab myself a beer before heading to Happy’s office. I feel like I have a fuckin’ sign on my head that says, ‘shoot me here’. How he’s gonna feel about this shit, I don’t know. He seems awfully trigger happy the last few days.

Prez.” I call as I knock on his open door. “Need a chat.”

“Sit.” He throws a hand out. Fuck man he looks like shit. “What’s goin on?

I rub a hand over my face. “Ya gotta promise not to shoot me.”

He narrows his eyes at me and starts reaching for the gun. Ah fuck. “What’d you do?”

“When you had us scope out Tricky, I met Nikki.” I gulp as he rests his piece in front of him on the desk.

“The baby is yours?” He questions. I nod.

“I thought so. Had a feeling that was what you said when I was having shit out with Susan. I was so fired up I can’t remember half of what was going down that night. Fuck, this is fuckin’ fucked up,” he roars, throwing his head back. “Does Nikki know about Susan?”

“Yup.”

“You’re to stay away from her. You both are to keep away,” he warns.

I frown. “From Susan, you don’t have to tell me that, I don’t want the bitch anyway.”

Standing up he leans over the desk. “I don’t give a flying fuck about Susan, I’m talking about Nikki. You’re not good enough for her.”