Page 83 of Piston
I wouldn’t have her any other way. I knew she was clumsy within two days of meeting her, but it didn’t put me off, instead it pulled me further into her orbit.
Shaking his head, Steal looks down. "Alright, that is everything on the agenda money-wise.” He looks up and makes eye contact with me. “Ready?”
I sigh but nod and stand. Everyone looks at me with a furrowed brow, and I clear my throat, my eyes briefly go to a confused-looking Acid.
He’s going to start throwing shit….
“Two days ago, my wife messaged Steal,” I look at my prez, “something I’m still fucked off over, by the way, especially thetwo kisses at the end.” Steal grins, not at all bothered. I clear my throat and look at Acid. “Perrie doesn’t want you involved.”
He sits up straight and demands, “Involved with what?”
I wince. “Involved with the person that left her a threatening note on her car.” He stands in anger, and Pitbull quickly moves toward him, moving his chair, learning from our last outburst. I put my hand up before Acid can speak, and state, “If you get involved, she’s threatened to buy a gun and shoot the fucker herself. You need to sit this one out.”
He growls, “Like fuck am I sitting this one out, Elijah!”
Fuck, I don’t want to do this, but….
“Andrea told Perrie you got her pregnant,” I admit, and his face pales. I nod. “As I said, you need to sit this one out.” I look around the room. “I found CCTV footage of the area near where her car was parked outside the grocery store. A man placed the note on her window, and then left. He was a prostitute who was paid to put it there. He thought it was a love note when, in reality,” I look at Acid, “he’s threatened to kill you if you keep sniffing around her. It’s the only reason she went to Nat about the note. I hoped to investigate it without the club, but that’s obviously impossible.”
His face reddens. "She hates me that much that she doesn’t want me to get involved, yet she’s trying to protect me?”
Anchor chimes in, “She doesn’t hate you, Oliver. She’s loved you since she was thirteen, something you knew. You fucked her, and she thought she finally had her happily ever after, but instead, you broke her heart and fucked her friend, the same friend who has now declared she’s pregnant with your baby.”
Acid flinches and Steal states, “Andrea saw how Piston made Nat his old lady, unwilling to allow his unborn child to be born in a broken home. Are you sure she’s pregnant?”
Acid runs his hand through his shaggy blond hair, frustration rolling from him, and he confirms, “Pretty sure. She showed me a sonogram and claimed the baby was mine.”
I scoff, “So what was your plan, brother? String Perrie along and make her your mistress, while the woman you fucked, hurting Perrie, has your child, and you make Perrie watch you bring it up together.”
He growls, “No, Elijah. I don’t even know if the baby is mine. She says it is, yet she won’t do a DNA test.”
The brothers all shake their heads at his stupidity. “What am I, Ollie? Chopped liver?” He furrows his brows, and I sigh. “I can hack her medical records, you idiot.”
He flinches, then admits, “Fuck, I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
I snort. “Ollie, it's not my disappointment you need to be concerned about. It’s the woman who you want to win back around, the woman you have loved since you were fucking sixteen.” He winces. I sit forward. “You’re my big brother, and yeah, at times, I resented you being able to leave home as soon as you did, but I was also happy because it meant you were safe. I love you, Ollie, but you are a fucking idiot. Perrie doesn’t deserve this shit.” I shake my head. “Not only did Andrea seek you out, claiming to have argued with Perrie and encouraged you to fuck her, but she also went to her so-called best friend and gloated about being pregnant. How sure are you she is, brother?”
His jaw ticks. “I saw the sonogram, Eli….”
I huff and grab the sonogram image Cass printed off for Nat and me yesterday after we went for a checkup, and throw it on the table.
“Did it look like that?” I ask.
He frowns, picks the picture up, tilts his head, and says, “Not really. It didn’t have any of this writing on it, and the baby was bigger. Which is why I didn’t believe her claims. I just needed proof she was lying,” he admits, and I sigh, turning in my seat.
The fucking idiot could had gotten this sorted weeks ago, if he’d just come to me.
I grab my laptop bag and get the thing out, turning it on.
Everyone stays quiet as I sign in, then load up the web browser I created, and find Memorial Hospital.
I use several different codes, and after five minutes, I sign on as Dr. Crow before searching their database for Andrea Philips.
Her name pops up, and I lean forward, bringing up her medical records before chuckling and shaking my head.
Fucking bitch….
With a smirk, I turn the laptop and show Acid while the brothers lean to get a good look, their eyes widening.