Page 122 of No Omega Needed

"That fucking asshole," Dex says, climbing to his feet and pacing. "Putting us in jail once wasn't enough? What am I saying? It's never too much with him."

"What does he want in order to back off this time?" Issac asks, holding me close to his chest.

"For me to get back with Jason," I say, grimacing. "But only if the baby can be passed off as his."

"That motherfucker," Issac growls. Tension rolls off him in waves. I didn't even want to say it.

"You need to lay off the weed," Vince says to Issac.

"I've got a weed card," Issac says. "Medical marijuana is legal in Florida. I've got my card in my wallet. It's for performance anxiety."

Vince snorts at that.

"I don't think it's what you're thinking," Jude says.

"For anxiety about being on stage," Issac says, mirth lines his tone. "Dick."

Vince laughs, swiping a hand over his face. He looks at Dexter. "It's time to cut the coke out completely."

Dexter swallows thickly and frowns. "Are you guys prepared to deal with me at full capacity?"

"Take your prescription," Issac rumbles. He pulls me back into his chest. "We can't take risks right now. You know how Sawyer can be."

"Fuck." Dexter sighs.

Jude walks over, pulling him in for a hug.

"You can do this. We all have faith in you. Remember what I said," Jude says, squeezing Dex tight.

I blink rapidly, but I'm not upset. Not at all. I'm more surprised than anything. I have no idea what he's talking about, but I do know Jude could be good for Dexter. He's just so balanced and calm. I hope it can help ground Dexter.

If nothing else, it never hurts to have another person looking out for him, and I know Jude is very good at taking care of people.

"I've got… I don't know, probably three months' worth of prescriptions I never took, but I guess I need to find a doctor around here just in case," Dex says, swiping a hand over his face. "I fucking hate your father. What kind of person makes threats against his own daughter and grandchild?"

"And tries to push you back with the asshole who cheated on you, and…" Issac growls. He gently moves me to the side and hops up to pace the floor.

My heart drops. I really hope he doesn't bring up the pictures in front of Jude and Vince.

"I need to hit the gym," Issac finally says.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, shaking my head and glancing away. "I hate them enough for all of us."

My gut drops. Of course my family has to make even more trouble. I wish my father would forget I exist and move on. He can't just hate me quietly—he has to do everything in his power to ruin my happiness.

My eyes ache as I try to hold back the tears.

"He'd really want you back with the scumbag who took pictures of you and shared them with his frat buddies?" Dexter asks, staring at the ceiling and shaking his head. "What am I saying? Of course he does. Because that twat has proper breeding."

I grimace, staring at my stomach.

Thanks, Dexter.

That's exactly what I wanted Jude and Vince to hear.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Vince growls. "I need the gym, too. So we all agree this is a legitimate threat?"

"It's hard to tell," Issac says, still pacing. "But that's crossing a motherfucking line. Going after me and Dex is one thing. But you're right, coming after Love and threatening his own grandchild?" He snarls. It's a terrifying sound that rattles around the room.