One Hundred and Thirty-Six Scars(93)

“What are you doing?” I ask eyebrows raised.

She laughs. “Sorry, he’s a caauuteee though!”

I shake my head. “Stop, you said you were getting out.”

She smiles, nodding her head. “I am! Out of stripping, maybe… when I’ve saved enough money to go to college. But for now,” she turns her head toward the new guy that’s sitting at one of the tables, his eyes locked on hers. “Right now, I’m just going to have fun.” Shaking my head, I turn to the bar and take a sip of water.

“You not drinking tonight, Slippy?” I’ve also inherited the nickname Slippy. After sneaking away from Hella that night he made everyone call me that, and let’s face it, no-one wants to argue with the man.

Shaking my head. “Not tonight, old man.”

My mind begins to drift down to my handbag where I know a little paper bag is sitting neatly inside. And inside that paper bag, sits a pregnancy test, a test that could change my life forever. Beast and I have never had the talk on kids, so I don’t even know if this is what he wants. What if it’s just not in his cards right now, or if he doesn’t ever want kids because his childhood was so terrible. I guess I should take it to see where I stand. I could be overreacting for nothing, but I don’t think I’m ready for that, not yet anyway.

Scooping my bag into my hand, I walk to the bathroom that sits upstairs where all the bedrooms are. Pushing open the door, I kick down the seat with my feet before lining the seat cover with toilet paper. Yeah, there’s no way I was going to be sitting on that bare.

Taking out the little brown bag, I pull out the box and rip it open in double time, pulling out the tiny stick. I mentally begin preparing myself. It’s okay, you have enough money to last a lifetime still in your bank account. So what if the father is a biker, this baby will be well protected. Oh my God, will they call my baby a demon? Isn’t that what the devil calls his sons. Jesus, no. Nope, I can’t be pregnant. I won’t let it happen. Not until I have at least had the chat with Beast and he needs to assure me that no-one will be calling my child a demon.

Placing the stick between my thighs, I let my pee drop onto it and pull it out, placing it on the bathroom sink. “Shit,” I whisper, pulling down toilet paper as I clean myself up.

Swallowing down the hard lump of steel that’s formed in my throat, I begin to chant, “Please. Please, don’t be fucking pregnant. Please!”

“Meadow?” Layla knocks on the door.

“Jesus!” I answer in shock, my heart jolting in my chest. “What’s wrong now?”

“Did you just say what I think you said? These walls are thin you know? Open up.”

“Fuck!”

“And did you just cuss?”

I swing open the door and pull her in by her shirt, closing the door behind her. “Shut up. Yes, I cuss, just not often.”

Her eyes drift down to the test that sits on the bathroom counter and she breathes out slowly. “Well, hey, it’s going to be okay. Beast will make a great father and I will make an excellent aunt, just sayin’.” She stops when she notices the look on my face. “You don’t want to? If you are, I mean?”

I breathe out forcefully, weighed down by how very real this could be and just how close I am to a major life curve ball.

“I don’t know. Maybe. I’d talk to Beast about it first, of course.”

She places her hand in mine. “We will read it together.”

Nodding my head, I swallow down and reach for the stick while keeping my eyes locked on Layla.

“One…”

“Two…” she answers.

“Three…” we both whisper together before looking down at my fate.





“Are you sure about this?” Hannibal stirs beside me. Hella comes out of the donut shop with a box that would fill a small army and one hanging out of his mouth.

Shaking my head, I look back at Hannibal. “Yes. She’s my Old Lady, she needs her cut.”

Hella hands us the box with a mouthful of food in his mouth. “Taste this shit, brother. It’s fucking insane. Almost tastes as good as Melissa.”

Shaking my head, I laugh. “Brother… that ship has sailed.”

He shrugs, eating the rest of his donut. “Oh, I know.” He smirks, leaning against his bike while shoving another in his mouth. “Just sayin’, her pussy was bomb.”

“Yeah, you’d have to ask some guy called Chase how it’s been since you broke her heart.”

His chewing stops, his eyebrows raised. “Come again?”

Narrowing my eyes. “You heard, she’s been seeing some bouncer named Chase for the past couple months.”