Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“What?” I flinch and gasp at him.
What the fuck is he talking about?
Does he somehow believe I’m hiding his kid? Is that why he’s doing this? Is that why he’s so pissed?
Chest heaving and face darkening with anger, he snarls, “Don’t play dumb, Allie. Don’t.”
I shake my head because none of this makes sense. “I don’t know where your son is. I think you got some bad information because we just got here…”
Coy clenches his jaw and grits out, “He’s standing right behind you.”
“Levi?” I scoff.
What the fuck?
Is this guy on drugs or something?
“He’s mine,” he insists.
“He can’t be!” I argue, growing angry myself. Are we seriously being put through this because these guys are coked-up crackheads? “His father passed away in a car accident five years ago.”
“Look at him, Allie,” he says.
And the idea is so ludicrous, I scoff at him again. “You’re crazy.”
“Coy…” the guy in the doorway says, sounding uneasy.
Coy turns his head just enough to roar at him, “I said stay the fuck out of this, Grem!” then he looks back at me. “Look at him and tell me he’s not mine!” he insists so vehemently I decide to give in, hoping he’ll back off and go away.
Glancing over my shoulder, I look down at Levi’s head.
Yeah, so they both have the same color of hair…
So what? Lot’s of people have that color. Dark brown is pretty common.
Sensing my attention, Levi tips his face up to peer at me and my head starts to go fuzzy.
I glance back at Coy, checking the color of his eyes, and then look back at Levi.
They both have blue eyes, a blue that’s so dark it’s almost black.
“So you look a little alike… Lots of people look alike that aren’t related,” I choke out, suddenly feeling off kilter.
It’s Coy’s turn to scoff. “A little alike? He’s the spittin’ fuckin’ image of me.”
I look between the two of them again, the fuzzy feeling in my head expanding. I shake my head, trying to make it go away, but that only seems to make it worse.
Something is wrong with me and I don’t know what the fuck is happening.
Why does the world feel like it’s flipped and I’m hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to my head?
“He can’t be… he can’t,” I say weakly, and fuck, I think I’m going to faint.
I take one stumbling step to the side and slap my hand against the wall to keep from falling over.
“Deny it all you want, Allie, but he’s my boy,” Coy says, following me and stepping into me.
I tip my head back to look up at Coy and it’s a big mistake. The image I saw earlier of Levi grown up flashes in front of my eyes.
An image that looks like a younger version of Coy’s face.
My knees go out, but as if he expected it, Coy is there to catch me.
I don’t know if I’m saying it to him or to myself, but as Coy’s arm wraps around me, I gasp, “But… I don’t even know you… it’s impossible…”
“He’s mine,” Coy says as darkness closes in on me, “and so are you, Allie.”
Chapter Nine
Coy
“Ah, fuck!” I shout as Allie collapses in my arms, and for a split second I’m almost paralyzed from the feeling of her skin finally touching my hands after all these years.
“Mommy!” the little boy whimpers before trying to pull her away from me.
Fucking hell! What a fuckin’ clusterfuck.
Holding onto Allie’s limp body, I try to fend off the furious little kid swinging and kicking at me. If I had any doubts about this kid being mine before this moment, him being such a little fucking asshole erases them.
He’s mine, no question about it.
Looking up to see my brothers just staring at me, Grem smirkin’ and Poster Boy just standing there with that eerie indifference, I really fucking struggle not to shoot the both of ‘em.
“Grem, a little fucking help here?” I snarl as I push the kid back again to keep him from getting anywhere near my balls.
“What do you want me to do? I ain’t gettin’ dick-punched,” Grem says as he raises his hands.
“Motherfucker. Poster, get on the phone with the Sheriff. They’re going to have a couple of squad cars racing for us,” I snarl and slowly drag Allie further into my arms.
The little kid, Levi, is screamin’ and hollerin’ like no other. Fuck, I didn’t know half the words he’s using against me when I was ten, and he can’t be older than four or five.
“On it,” Poster Boy says before calmly walking over to me and the kid.
Grabbing onto the back of the kid’s shirt and pants, he lifts him up and throws him onto his shoulder. The boy freezes in confusion and stops screaming long enough for my fucking ears to stop ringing.