Chapter 48
Dante
“I’m telling you, Dante! Those were her exact fucking words!” Rachel hissed at me.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to count to ten before I reacted. And then I counted to ten again, because once wasn’t enough to calm the fury that roared through my veins.
The BBQ had ended abruptly when Pivot burnt all the sausages and Sunshine almost had a coronary over a “fucking prospect interfering.” After convincing them that fight club didn’t need to happen, we had all begun to disperse, not wanting the celebration for Bee to turn into one of our usual rowdy parties.
“They sing burn songs at her, Dante. They call her a fucking freak!”
Rachel had just finished telling me the story of Bee’s bullies, and I had never felt so fucking livid in my entire life.
“I’m going to school tomorrow, and I’m going to deal with it.”
“The school is fucking useless,” I snapped, getting to my feet. “I’ll deal with it now. What’s their names?”
“Sit down,” she hissed, pushing at my chest. “I’ll deal with it myself. And trust me, I won’t be asking for the school’s help. Those kids won’t dare so much as even glance in her direction by the time I’m done with them. Besides, you have other things to be dealing with.”
“What now?” I sighed. It was never ending lately. Between Rachel being arrested, handing Bambi over to the police, the drug crime, knife crime, and guns found in my territory, and now Bee… I was losing the fucking plot.
“Vicky came by today.”
“She did?” I said, raising my head sharply to gauge Rachel’s reaction.
“Mhmm,” she hummed, sitting down at the vanity table and began brushing her hair.
“And?”
“She came bearing good news. She said—”
“She never has good fucking news.”
“You were the one shagging her,” she shrugged. “Solid choice in a bedmate, by the way. Ten out of ten for that one. The chief of police’s daughter? What a score!” she mockingly gave me a thumbs up through the mirror.
“What was the news?”
“It seems like you’re going to be a daddy. Again.”
“Like fuck!” I snapped, getting to my feet again.
“Why do you seem so shocked? Do you need a biology lesson? Let me ask, have you ever heard the song ‘Reproduction’? This is what happens when a boy and girl don’t know how to play it safe.”
“That’s it? That’s your entire reaction? Quoting Grease songs to me?”
She paused, brushing her hair, and locked eyes with me. “Grease 2, actually. I’m surprised you knew it.”
“It was one of Laura’s favourites.”
“I see,” she said, beginning to brush her hair again.
Nice going, Dante. Do you want to throw any more of your ex’s names her way?
“I’ll deal with Vicky,” I promised.
“I’m sure you’ll throw all sorts of nasty words her way.
But the reality is, in nine months or less, we’re going to have another baby to deal with.
I suggest you start getting one of those manipulative dossiers made on her, too, minus the blackmailing contract.
If you think I’m putting my kids in the same world as her mess, you’re off your head.
Sort it, or I will. Because I assure you, I’ll go back to prison and sing Henry the fucking Eighth for the rest of my life before I sit across a dinner table with her playing happy families. ”