Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(61)

Deuce glared across the bar at Cox. “Whose f*ckin’ fault is that?”

Cox glared right back. “Prez, she already knew what you were doin’. Bitch had your number before she even got here. Bitch has everyone’s number. I’m startin’ to think she knows us better than we know ourselves.”

Blue threw back a shot and cleared his throat. “’Course, Foxy’s got us tagged. She’s a biker brat who grew up in a club full of brothers who f*ckin’ love her more than they love their old ladies.”

“That’s the f*ckin’ problem,” he muttered. “Bitch doesn’t know her place ’cause Preacher’s a f*ckin’ idiot.”

Blue shook his head. “Son, you are a f*ckin’ moron. You wanna know what I see? I see a girl who isn’t just a girl, but a f*ckin’ prize, and why the f*ck she chose an * like you to give that f*ckin’ prize to I haven’t a f*ckin’ clue. Stupid if you ask me.

“But you’re throwin’ it all away ’cause you can’t stop f*ckin’ whores and ’cause you’re refusing to give her a piece of the club. Not a lot to ask, if you ask me, but since you ain’t askin’, I’ll shut the f*ck up and let you be a f*ckin’ moron.”

He glared at Blue. If the bastard weren’t so damn old, he would be in a world of hurt right now.

“You need to start bein’ straight with yourself,” Mick said quietly, speaking up for the first time. “You’re not really mad at her; you’re f*ckin’ jealous.”

He looked around the bar at his somber-faced boys. “What the f*ck?” he yelled. “Why are you all gangin’ up on me?”

Mick shook his head. “Just givin’ it to you straight, Prez. You need to man up and admit it. You’re jealous of Frankie for gettin’ her for all those years, for gettin’ to marry her, for her undyin’, misplaced loyalty to his crazy ass. You’re jealous of Chase just ’cause he got a taste, and she liked what he was givin’, and you’re jealous of that f*ckin’ baby inside her ’cause you’re thinkin’ it might not be yours, and you want that kid so bad to be yours ’cause you want so bad to own that bitch that you ain’t seein’ shit straight.

“You’ve had a hard-on for Eva Fox for a long time now, and you’re so used to either f*ckin’ her or fightin’ with her or losin’ her that you don’t even realize you finally got her. That bitch loves you, has for a long time now. You’re not the only one who’s known her for a grip. I saw the way she was lookin’ at you way back when in Chicago. She was just a kid then, but f*ck me if she didn’t think the world of ya.”

Tap nodded. “He’s right, Prez. Don’t think you’re gonna be gettin’ another chance this time. She looks tired as hell, can see it on her face. I’m bettin’ Frankie wore her down somethin’ fierce with his bullshit. Only so much bein’ shit on a woman can take before she just can’t take it no more. Look at me. Tara left, split to Atlanta. Now she’s shacked up with some computer programmer, who my baby girl is tellin’ me is a big fat dork—her words, not mine. But I’m guessin’ he couldn’t fight a fly if he had to. But Tara wants him and not me ’cause I didn’t treat her right, and he treats her like a goddamn queen.”

He didn’t know how to respond to that—mostly because it was all true—so he tossed back another shot instead. Mick smirked at him. Fucking *.

He wasn’t doing right by Eva; he knew that. His old habits were dying hard. But he couldn’t afford to go soft and get weak, and Eva made him soft and weak. Spending too much time with her and he’d end up gluing her to his side. He needed the space. He needed a clear head. Didn’t want to drop the ball.

Shit.

He didn’t know what to do. Half of him wanted her to go home, and the other half stopped breathing at the thought.

“PREZ!” Hands and arms covered in blood, ZZ came barreling across the room.

“Eva!” he said breathlessly. “She’s not talkin’…eyes are closed…so much f*ckin’ blood…called an ambulance…”

He didn’t hear the rest because he was running out the door.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


Deuce sat in the hospital waiting room in the same position he’d been in for four days, elbows propped on his knees and face in his hands.

He f*cked up a lot in his life, but he never f*cked up this bad.

He’d gotten Eva so f*cking upset she’d gone into labor six weeks early and nearly bled out doing it. Doctors had done an emergency C-section, and now there was a tiny baby girl in an incubator with tubes up her nose because she couldn’t f*cking breathe on her own, and a woman—his woman—who was refusing to speak to him because he was a f*cked-up * who was out f*cking other women when he had the one he wanted in his house, in his bed, and hanging with his kids.

“Prez?” Jase nudged him with his elbow.

“What?” he muttered.

“Kami’s here.”

He looked up and found a miniature Cox smiling at him. He smiled at Devin and looked higher. Devin’s crazy mother was scowling at him. He scowled back.

“Chase is dead,” she bit out angrily.