Page 84 of Silver Fox Daddies

I exhale another sigh. Diesel said that he only kills for a reason, so what was the reason for him killing my mom all of those years ago?

I was just starting to wrap my head around all of that, reaching some kind of acceptance for what Diesel did considering it was over a decade ago, and now life is forcing me to swallowthis?

“You go home. I need to get a coffee. Process this myself.”

“Okay, girl, whatever you say.”

I take the pregnancy test from the bathroom counter and toss it in the trash, destroying the evidence before Daddy sees it. If he finds out that I’ve made time to have sex and worse, got myself knocked up, he won’t just be disappointed.

He’ll want me to abort the child.

Especially if he finds out who one of the three fathers might be.

I wake up from a nap,oblivious to the time.

I’m pregnant.

I’m carrying a baby from one of the bikers.

Life has thrown a curveball. Initially, in the bathroom, it took a moment for me to adjust and properly come to terms with everything, but the fact stands—I’m pregnant.

And I think I’m okay with that.

Maybe, if it was a different father, I’d be more hesitant and uneasy about this situation, but I know that Cash, Bishop, and Diesel are the best people to have on my side.

I want all three of them to father this child with me.

That’sifall three of them are alive to do so.

Anxiety cuts through me. They need to be careful. I need all three of them alive. It doesn’t matter who the biological father is—I want them all to be part of my child’s life.

Which means I have to tell them.

A rush of nervous excitement powers through me.

I reach for my phone, navigating to our group chat, my finger hovering over the call option. No. Dropping news like this should be done in person. I want to see their reaction. Watch their faces. Hopefully, they’ll be glad.

I shoot up from my bed, grabbing my purse and keys. I take the elevator down and then jump into my car, hitting the gas, even running a red at the intersection.

When I make it onto the road that leads out into the desert, my heart rate increases, throbbing in my throat as I mull over how I’m going to deliver the news—you only get to do it once.

I guess I’ll just see in the spur of the moment.

I narrow my eyes, driving my way to the clubhouse by memory. Doubts surface in the back of my mind, telling me that they might not want a child. They’re also gonna be pissed that I came out here when they gave strict instructions for me to remain home, but I’m hoping I’ll be excused on this occasion.

It’s almost nightfall, the last leak of light dying, turning the atmosphere indigo. Constellations network above in the night’s sky. Out here, it stretches as far as the naked eye can see. I already know that I want to take my child stargazing out here.

Already know?

Noticing a familiar dip in the road, I slow the vehicle, getting ready to take a right off the main road. It’s about half a mile of off-roading before you reach the clubhouse.

It materializes before I know it, up ahead in the car headlights, hidden in darkness. An anxious thought crosses my mind as I crawl to a stop—they’re in hiding. I hope I didn’t bring anyattention to them. I don’t know where Daddy is tonight. Could he be planning something?

I park a few meters away from the clubhouse and then kill the engine, popping the car door to enter the calm night. Crickets chirp and a slight breeze blows through the atmosphere. Tumbleweed brushes against my ankles, causing me to shudder before I realize what it is.

I huff out a breath and stare at the clubhouse. This is it.

Maybe I should let them know first.