Leo
Six months later…
The twins couldn’t give a fuck that they’re prospects. None of the brothers are making them do shit. They both have Pope’s eyes and mentality, but they are a lot more outspoken than their Grampa. No one knows where they stand with them, and if they’re like this at eighteen, fuck knows what they’ll be like in another ten years. Mason produces another bottle of tequila and Myles slides shot glasses around the table to each of us.
“Come on, Sasha, climb on the table,” JJ instructs her, and gives her a helping hand. She’s game for a good time and lays down across the wooden table top, as the twins and JJ move quickly to move the glasses and bottles out of her way.
She’s barely wearing a thing, her dress is short enough to bare most of her ass and the front is low enough, well, I don’t know how it’s supporting her tits. She’s leaving very little to the imagine, but then again, that’s how most of us like it around here.
JJ wriggles her dress up and over hips and pours the liquor in her navel.
“Drink, drink, drink,” Zara chants and climbs on my lap.
Even through the haze of alcohol, I still can’t see anyone but India. Nothing happens in my boxers, not even a twitch, but I keep her where she is for show.
She leans back against me, and her ass, which I’ve enjoyed many times before India crawled into my heart and ruined me, grinds harder into my groin.
“It’s been so long, Leo, let’s go upstairs before you drink too much,” she purrs, thinking I give a fuck.
Ha. Give a fuck, about fucking. Man, I’m wasted.
“No.”
“Why?”
There hasn’t been a day, an hour, where I haven’t thought about her. Why did she have to leave? I told her what would happen if she left and followed through with her plan. I believed her when she said she loved me, but she didn’t love me enough to trust I would look after them both.
“Leo? Are you even awake?”
I didn’t realise I closed my eyes and I open them to see three Zara’s sitting on my lap.
“What do you want from me?” I slur.
“I want you,” she purrs.
They are the right words I want to hear, but they don’t come from the right woman.
“I don’t want you, I want her,” I mumble.
She looks around, and frowns when she settles back on me.
“Who?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, nothing matters.”
I push my arm around her and reach for the bottle of beer I left here earlier. Picking up the bottle, I find it empty and laugh to myself. Maybe I’ve drunk it.
“I need a beer,” I holler, “Someone get me a beer!”
Fuck knows how long I keep my hand in the air waiting for my beer to be replaced, but it feels like I blink, and I have a full bottle again.
I don’t even realise when Zara disappears from my lap. It saves me having to get rid of her later.
My leg begins vibrating and I miss my pocket three times, before I get my hand in to dig out my phone.
It takes a moment before I read India’s name on the screen and I hit ignore. I told her. I fucking told her I wouldn’t have anything to do with her if she left me. She doesn’t get to keep calling me and try talking me around. I’ll never forgive her. Never.
I turn my phone off and slide it back in my jeans pocket. Raising my beer to my mouth, shit happens in slow motion, the bottle is knocked from my hand before it registers that I’ve just been punched. My jaw isn’t made of glass though and I push to my feet and manage to at least, see the next punch swinging for my jaw.
“What the fuck, Slade?” I hear JJ roar, coming to my side.
Slade shoves me over the table and grabs at my cut, I don’t know if it’s the drink or the fact I don’t care anymore, but he overpowers me, and I can’t move from his grip.
He’s angry. That much gets through. He moves his head back and I get a real close up of him smashing his head against mine.
I don’t feel a fucking thing.
And I laugh.
This causes him to lose it even more and I get a nasty right hook to my jaw for it.
My lip splits and I can feel the blood seep down my chin.
“Slade!”
I hear dad’s voice boom across the room, but Slade isn’t listening. The last thing I see is another right hook and my world goes black.
Something thumps against my cheek and something wet splashes against my face. My eyes flutter open and Sparky is a few inches from my face.
“You better sober up real fuckin’ fast,” he tells me, and holds his hand out to help me up.
Looking around, how the fuck did I end up on the floor? Being knocked unconscious has at least sobered me up, and my chin aches to shit. I shrug out of Sparky’s grip and fall onto the nearest chair.
Rubbing my chin, I check all my teeth are still in my mouth and see my dad keeping Slade away from me.
Now I’m not so drunk, I can defend myself.
“Did you think we’d never find out?” he yells over to me.
“There’s nothing to know now, it’s been over for months,” I yell back.
I shouldn’t have yelled; my head is splitting into two and I feel like vomiting.
“Oh, I know it’s over,” he sarcastically smirks, “You’ll never get near her again, but you can bet your fucking ass you’ll support her.”
I look to my dad and frown, what the fuck is he talking about?
“Support with what?” my dad asks before I can.
“With the fucking baby,” Slade roars like I’ve never heard from him before.
Jumping to my feet, I forget about the drink, I forget about the pain bouncing around head, and I forget about the pain she has caused me over the last six months.
“She kept it?”
“Hey, Leo didn’t know. He wanted her to keep it, but she was hell bent on getting rid of it.”
I didn’t want my dad jumping in on this, but I guess it’s in your blood to defend your kid. Slade is about to blow and turns on my dad. While he’s distracted, I head for the door and I’m just about there when I’m yanked back and thrown against the wall.
“Get your hands off me, Slade,” I warn him.
“Stay away from her,” he spits in my face.
Pushing against him, I use all my strength and free myself from him.
“She’s having my baby, you don’t get to tell me shit. Now, I’m walking out of here and the only way you’re stopping me is if you kill me.”
I’m not fucking messing either.
She’s back and I need to see her for myself.