UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (31 page)

I end up calling Eden, letting her know I won’t be able to come over today. I’m just exhausted. This baby will be here in just few weeks, so I want to rest and sleep as much as I can before she does get here.

I’m lying in my bed, having a mini nap when the front door opens. “Lilly?” I hear called.

Why is Vinny here?

I pretend to stay asleep. I don’t have the energy to deal with him right now. Hearing him move around the house, I finally get up. He’s making so much noise, there is no way I could sleep, or even pretend to.

Walking down the stairs, I don’t see him, but I hear him in the kitchen. Going into the kitchen to find out what he’s doing, I spot him at the stove, cooking. “Uh, what are you doing here?” I ask, confused.

He turns around, looking at me. “I had the kids at the park for a few hours. When I took them back to Eden’s, she told me that you didn’t go over because you were exhausted. Thought I’d come by and help out around the house for a bit,” he says then turns back around. Seeing him here hurts. A part of me wants to rush over and wrap my arms around him. I miss him.  I miss finding his lighters all over the house in random places. I miss ripping that fucking stupid beanie from his head and slamming my mouth into his, but he has hurt me so much.

“I can see that, but you don’t need to. Hilary should be home soon. She can help me,” I say to his back. After Vinny moved out, Hilary moved in to help me out.

He turns back around slowly, turning the stove down and then faces me. “You’re carrying my child, so I’m helping out.” He looks so cute. He is wearing dark denim jeans and a black t-shirt under his cut.

“Whatever,” I say, and walk out of the house to my car.  Stupid Vinny. Stupid jerk, wearing that fucking beanie, making me wish things were different.

It still hurts being around him, knowing that chances are we’ll never be an ‘us’ again. No more stupid fights. No more back and forth. My only problem now is his stupid mother. God, I hate her.

After driving around for a good hour, in hopes that Vinny will leave my house, I pull up to my place and see that fucking car, the car of dread. Looking to the front door, I see her, glaring at me as I park.

“What are
you
doing here?” I ask her as I get out of my car.

“Came to talk to the bitch who got knocked up by my son,” she tells me with a shrug.

I walk past her and open my door. She, of course, doesn’t even ask to come in, but does anyways.

“Well, speak,” I tell her.

She shuts my door and locks it, then turns to me. “So you are indeed pregnant,” she says, glaring at my stomach. “I was hoping it was a lie, but no, it’s right there. You’re trapping my son.”

“I haven’t trapped him, you bitch,” I spit out at her.

“No, I suppose not, considering he left you,” she says, smirking. “How much will it take for you to leave?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I want my boy to find a woman that deserves him. I don’t want him to be tied to that child,” she says, pointing at my stomach.

“You have a lot of nerve. My
daughter
and I will never make Vinny do anything he doesn’t want to do or be a part of,” I growl at her. “Get out of my house!” I shout.

“I won’t leave until I know for sure you won’t sink your claws into my son and his money.”

“Money? What are you talking about?”

“Forget I said anything,” she says, lifting up her chin. She digs through her purse, pulling out an envelope. “Here. Once that child’s born, you see to it that he signs those, because it will be over my dead body that I see him shacked up with you again.”

I take the folder from her and pull out papers from inside it—Parental Termination papers.

I grind my teeth together, and I am about to lash out, but then I seriously think about what she has said. Vinny doesn’t seem to want anything to do with me. Maybe this would actually be a good thing. “Yeah, now you can leave,” I say finally.

I hear the front door open and shut, and her car takes off minutes later as I’m walking to my living room. I put the papers in the drawer of my side table, then fall to my couch, crying. Later, I find the food Vinny was cooking for me on the counter, and I throw it in the trash. He doesn’t get to just show up unannounced, looking cute and thinking he can be nice to me. It hurts too fuckin bad.

I’m at the hotel I rented when I left Lilly a few months ago. In the back of my head, I keep thinking that maybe one day we can be together again, so I didn’t want to get into a lease or buy a place.  This place isn’t anything fancy, but it suits me just fine for now. At least, it’ll work until I figure out what in the fuck I’m doing. Part of me think I never should have given up my house, it could have been my back up plan, but I never thought this shit would happen.

I’m lying on the bed, flipping through the channels, when a knock comes at my door.

Flinging it open, I come face to face with my mother.

“What are you doing here?” I ask her. She is one of the last people I expected to see. She has a lot of nerve showing up here.

“Well, that isn’t any way to speak to me,” she says, pushing me aside to come in. “I just saw Lilly.”

“Yeah, and let me guess- you were a bitch to her,” I throw out. I wouldn’t expect anything less from her. She has always hated Lilly.

“Don’t you speak to me like that! That little bitch is nothing but trouble. I won’t see her trap you,” she says.

“Fuck you, Mom! I love her, and you know, after what I’ve done with my life, I probably won’t ever get her back because I’m a fuck up!” I shout.

Her eyes narrow. “What did you do?” she questions.

“Kayla is pregnant too,” I say quietly. Fuck, I feel so ashamed.

“That slut you were seeing in high school?”

“What is with you and calling the women I’ve been with bad names? It’s like you never want me with anyone.”

“Yeah, well, no one is good enough for my baby. At least Bryce has the good graces to date a rich woman.” Mom sniffs. She picks at the lint on her sweater and looks around my small room, wrinkling her nose with distaste.

“Get out. Try to take Lilly and I to court for grandparental rights, and I swear to God, I’ll bring up every fucking thing I can to make sure you never see those kids,” I threaten. Getting angrier, my fists curl up into balls at my sides.

“Oh, please, like I would want to have a relationship with my bastard of a granddaughter, and this other one you are having with the other girl.”  She smiles wickedly, almost laughing. She is taunting me.

“Daughter?” I ask, taking her bait.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” She laughs. She throws her hand up over her heart, clearly amused.

No, I didn’t know, because I missed the fucking ultrasound.

“Get out! I swear to God, get the fuck out! We’re done. You aren’t my fuckin’ mother! Get out!” I roar at her. She leaves quickly, and I start to pace.  I can’t get Lilly off my mind. The urge to do something, anything for her right now, is clawing at me.

I end up driving back to Lilly’s place, wanting to make this right somehow. I fucking miss her! Heading in the house, I see her laid up on the couch, resting. I want to go over to her, to touch her—something.  Why is this so hard? We used to love each other more than anything, but then shit got fucked.

Everything is such a damn mess. I don’t know how to fix it. No one knows, except me and Kayla, about everything that’s going on.

Standing there watching her rest, I realize that she didn’t lock the front door. I shake my head and move quietly into the kitchen. Realizing she threw out the food I made her earlier, I sigh and start making more. Memories flood me as I finish up in the kitchen, scooping out a big bowl of soup for Lilly to eat. The first time I kissed her sweet lips is playing on a loop in my mind. I wish we could go back to things being simple. I shake off the past, knowing there is no going back—I can only move forward.

“Hey, I made you some vegetable soup,” I tell her, walking out with the bowl in my hand, noticing she is now sitting on up on couch and looks surprised to see me back here.

She sits up on the couch, putting the TV remote on her coffee table. “Thanks,” she says quietly without looking at me.

Handing her over the bowl, I sit down beside her. Just being here right now feels good, even if I can’t fully have her. I feel like I should be doing more, but I don’t want to press her too hard.

The ringing of my cell doesn’t wake me up, but the whore next to me does. “Get your phone. It’s annoying,” she says sleepily from beside me and rolls over.

Snatching it, I open it up and hit the screen to accept the call. “Yeah,” I croak hoarsely, getting up from the bed as the mattress squeaks.

“Things aren’t moving along as fast as we want. Need to start with more stakeouts. See where we can get the guys where it hurts the most.”

“I know. After Bruce’s death, I backed off a bit. Angel was already snooping around, saying someone is messing with the club,” I tell him.

“Good!” he booms. “That’s what we wanted! Now, stop pussy footing the fuck around and get shit done,” he says before hanging up.

Fuck, guess it’s time to step this shit up.

“You,” I say, nudging the whore roughly in the shoulder. “Get the fuck out. I’ve got shit to do.” She moans but does as I demand.

I grab my cut off the back of my doorknob, shrug it on, and step into my riding boots.

After finishing up the soup Vinny made me, I place the bowl on the coffee table. “Thanks, that was good,” I say, sitting back into my comfy spot on the couch. I feel stupid for throwing out the first batch he made me, but when he came out of the kitchen with a new batch of soup, I was starving so I accepted it. I remember this Vinny, the one that’s thoughtful and takes care of me. It is almost like old times. He settles in close beside of me, and it’s almost more than I can bear, having him this close to me. I love him so damn much. Why does this have to be so hard? I look over at my bare finger, missing the ring that once took up a permanent residence on my ring finger.

“Oh, I found a lighter of yours. I put it in the junk drawer in the kitchen.”

“Cool.” He gets up and takes my bowl with him.  He returns a moment later with a glass of milk. “Drink up. Need to make sure you are getting plenty of calcium,” He says oddly. I don’t even want to know how he knows that.

“Vinny, your mom came over earlier after you left. She said something about keeping me away from you and your money. What’s she talking about?” I ask him quietly.

He hangs his head down. “When my dad died, he apparently was from big money, and it all came to me and Bryce when he passed. I haven’t really touched it much, but it’s there.”

“Why did you never tell me?” I say with hurt obvious in my tone.

“It just never came up. Would you have thought any differently about me, had you known I have almost a million in the bank?” he asks.

“Well, no. I just loved you for you. I didn’t care if you were rich or poor,” I say, feeling put out.

“Is the baby moving around?” Vinny asks hopefully, changing the subject.

“Yeah, she is. She must have liked the soup,” I say with a smile.

Without asking, he puts his hand on my stomach to feel the kicks. I hold back the tears that are building up in my eyes. This shouldn’t just be a random thing. This should be something that happens every night while we are lying in bed together.

“How much longer?” he asks me with his hand still on my belly. He feels a flutter, and he smiles so big and proud. I knew he cared.

“Two more weeks,” I say, feeling sad knowing that he’ll only be here with me for a short while.

He quickly moves his hand away, and suddenly, the air in the room changes.

I want to ask him what’s wrong, but Hilary comes walking in with a smile on her face. You’d think I just smacked him or something. I just don’t understand. Things were going well. He seemed so happy to be here with me.

“Man, oh man, I love giving that old timer in town a hard time. Bastard tried saying we could just work together, as partners.” She lets out a loud laugh. “Screw that.”

I hear her kick her shoes off and walk into the living room. “Oh, it’s you,” she says, nodding to Vinny.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave,” Vinny says as he gets off the couch. I almost want to ask him to stay, but I won’t beg him.

“Yeah, by the way, let Mason know someone will be stopping by to see him later today,” she says with a smirk.

Vinny, looking confused, says, “Uh, okay?”

Hilary just smiles hugely at him.

“I’ll, uh, talk to you later,” Vinny says, looking at me with this lost expression in his eyes. I know he still loves me somewhere deep inside. This is hurting him too. But how do we fix it?

“Yeah, sure,” I tell him. I don’t know what else more there is to say.

Hilary sits on the couch with a bowl of soup after the front door closes. “Mhhm, this is good,” she says, taking a big spoonful.

“So, I take it you’re getting those divorce papers to Mason?”

“Yup, sure am. He should get them in about an hour, actually,” she says.

“Think he’ll sign them this time?” I ask.

“Doubtful. Not sure what his problem is about that, but I have hope,” she says. “He didn’t sign the ones I sent him when I first left, but, come on- it’s been almost nine years. Let’s get it over with already.”