Page 9 of Filthy Secret
In and out. In and out.
Breathe.
Deciding I can’t stand here and stare at him, freaking him out even more, I go back to finishing the dishes from dinner, but as I wash and dry them, I am on high alert. I can’t let anything happen. I need to devise a different plan other than the sitting and waiting I’ve been doing for weeks.
After going through the motions of getting Adam ready for bed, I tuck him in and read him his story as he falls asleep. Looking down at him, his eyes closed in peaceful bliss, I know I can’t do this anymore.
Something has to change. Something must be done. Running isn’t going to work. Neither is asking for help.
I need to beg.
My decision made, I move into the living room, my phone gripped in my hand on my way to the sofa to sit down and offer Atomic my best attempt at begging. I will do anything for Adam. I should have swallowed my pride when I was in Pineville.
My stupid fucking stubborn pride.
For him.
For Adam.
For his safety.
I don’t give a shit about myself, about my pride, but I do care about him. Everything I do in this life is for him and only him. He is everything. I would lay down my life for him, so what is a little begging?
I can do that.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I scroll through my phone until I find his number. My thumb hovers over the call icon. I should just touch it. I know I should. But I hesitate. I’ve resigned myself to begging, knowing that it’s for Adam but also knowing that I’m going to have to explain Adam’s existence.
My thumb starts to move down to the icon when my front door bursts open. Lifting my head, I suck in a breath as I stare at the man standing in my front doorway. It’s him. He’s come for me.
Shit.
CHAPTER
FOUR
ATOMIC
The music is loud, it’s fucking blasting, and I smile at the sight of my club enjoying themselves, my men. Money is flowing, bitches are plentiful, and the drinks are ready for consumption. This is the life my father wanted for this club.
Sure, the club did okay financially when we were kids, even when I took over, but it never did this well, and I fucking love it.
My men love it, too.
King walks up to me, though he’s swaying already, and I have to laugh. A year ago, he would have probably still been pretty fucking sober. Now, he doesn’t drink like he used to. He spends his evenings with his woman instead of here with booze and whores.
“You look completely fucked up,” I state as he stands a few feet away from me, his body swaying from side to side. I’m sure he thinks he’s standing still, but he assuredly is not.
His lips curve up into a grin, but it’s Shawn at his side who speaks. “He’s trashed,” she announces.
“I’m celebrating,” King states.
“Celebrating?”
He leans forward, his eyes wide as he tries to focus on me. I almost ask him how many of me there are, but I decide against it. He’s so fucked. He’s not going to remember any of this by tomorrow afternoon when he finally wakes up from being passed out.
“It’s a boy,” Shawn cries.
Fuck, I feel like King just announced her pregnancy. Now she already knows what the fuck it is. My eyes widen, and I shift my attention from Shawn to King, then I smirk.