Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(49)

“I’m gonna ask one more time, Eva,” Preacher growled. “What the f*ck is Kami talking about?”

He stared at Eva.

She was pregnant.

His woman was pregnant. And it wasn’t his.

All eyes were on Eva, but she only had eyes for him, and damn her f*cking eyes, but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t even blink.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He blinked.

“Kami?” Cox said quietly, his voice unusually low. His head swiveled to his RC.

Kami, noticing Cox for the first time, shrieked and scrambled backward. That’s when he saw the little boy she was shoving behind her. Eva jumped beside her, and they created a wall.

“Wait,” Kami whispered, holding her palms up. “You don’t understand.”

Confused, he looked at Cox’s furious expression, then back at the little boy who was scared out of his mind, peeking out between Kami and Eva’s legs.

Understanding dawned. Little shit looked just like the bigger shit.

Fuck. This was going to get ugly. There were two things in the world Cox truly cared about. The club. And his daughter. If he had known he had a son, the kid would have been on that list, too.

“What don’t I understand?” Cox hissed. “I don’t understand that there’s a f*ckin’ kid standing behind you ’bout four f*ckin’ years old who looks just like me? I don’t understand that I f*cked his mother thirty ways from f*ckin’ Sunday the last time I f*ckin’ saw her, which was when, bitch? Five f*ckin’ years ago? Is that what I don’t understand?”

Preacher stepped in front of Kami. “You’re talkin’ shit ’bout the boy’s mother right in front of him, which is bad enough. But that mother is family and so is the boy, and talkin’ shit to my family does not happen in my f*ckin’ club.”

“Fuck off, Demon,” Cox spat. “In case you haven’t noticed, that’s my f*ckin’ kid!”

“Yeah, *, I f*ckin’ noticed. Hard not to when he looks just like ya.”

“Would everyone shut the f*ck up?” Kami screamed. “He doesn’t know about you! All you’re doing is scaring the crap out of him!”

Preacher shoved between Kami and Eva and scooped up the little boy.

“Once I get Devin upstairs and out of f*ckin’ earshot from you lot of *s, you can resume f*ckin’ screamin’ at one another.” He looked at Eva. “Me and you, baby girl, are gonna be havin’ words. If what I think happened actually happened, I’m gonna get real trigger twitchy.”

Nobody said a word until Preacher disappeared into the stairwell. Once he was gone, Cox exploded.

“This is so f*cked, bitch! Hiding a man’s kid from him! Really f*ckin’ f*cked!”

“You crazy f*ck!” Kami screamed. “You live in Montana. You’re married. You already have a kid! I live in New York, and I’m married! What was I supposed to do?”

“What you were s’posed to do, bitch, was tell me you f*ckin’ shit out my kid!”

“You’re disgusting!” Kami hissed. “A dirty, disgusting biker whore!”

Cox’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Bitch, you think I’m f*ckin’ disgusting? Were you or were you not the same f*ckin’ whore who was ridin’ my cock bareback, shovin’ your f*ckin’ tits in my mouth, begging me to bite harder, while Ripper drilled into your f*ckin’ ass?”

Eva went screaming crazy and lunged. Cursing, he tried to grab her, but the crazy bitch faked right and then went left, managing to coldcock Cox in the jaw just before he caught her and hauled her backward.

“You’re f*ckin’ dead, bitch!” Cox shouted.

Deuce snapped. Shoving Eva off to the side, he spun around, grabbed Cox by his shirt, and slammed him into a wall. “Bitch is pregnant, and you’re gonna threaten her? You’re gonna f*ckin’ threaten my f*ckin’ pregnant woman?”

“Oh, Evie,” Kami wailed, forgetting entirely about a very homicidal Cox. She threw her arms around Eva, and together they sank down to the floor in a tangle of brown and blonde hair.

He released Cox and slumped back against the wall. He hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and there was too much crazy going on around him to deal with on no sleep.

“Settled this shit in my head already,” Cox hissed. “I’m takin’ my kid home.”

“You’re not taking my son away from me!” Kami cried.

Cox glared at her. “Then you best pack your shit and find a f*ckin’ place to live in Montana.”

Kami scrambled to her feet. “Montana!” she shrieked. “Devin is not going to Montana!”

Deuce wasn’t quick enough to grab Cox before he got up in Kami’s face. “Bitch,” he hissed, “I want to know my f*ckin’ kid. You already stole four f*ckin’ years from me. You’re not stealin’ any more.”

Kami’s lower lip trembled. “You don’t understand,” she whispered. “Until Devin, my entire life was spent doing what I was told, and then finding ways to fill up the empty space in between. The drugs and drinking and the sex—all of it—was me not knowing what to do with myself, not knowing where I belonged. The moment Devin was placed in my arms everything clicked into place, and suddenly, I knew exactly what I was meant to do and where I belonged. I can’t let you take him from me.”