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He’d done a swab here once for one of Blaise’s men, and the results had been quick. But then the baby had been here too. I wasn’t sure how that worked when the woman was still pregnant. Regardless, I knew Blaise’s doctor would get things done faster, but keeping this from my daughter was more important. If this wasn’t mine, then she never had to know about it.
“Then what? I doubt results are same day. Are you locking me up in here until you get them?”
I hadn’t thought that far. I knew I couldn’t keep her here. I wouldn’t want to. I was here almost every day. Having her that close all day long would be an annoyance in many ways.
“We will cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, you’re here.” I walked past her and out the door. “Close the door. Don’t leave the room.”
She said nothing as I turned and walked back toward the stairs. I needed a drink and a blow job. Possibly several of both.
10
Liberty
The banging on the door woke me, and I groaned as I opened my eyes. It had been almost four when I finally fell asleep last night. The music from the club had been so loud; it’d vibrated the walls in the room. Squinting, I looked toward the only window. It was tiny and too high to look directly out of it. But the sun was bright as it poured inside.
“Liberty!” Liam’s voice called out.
I yawned as I sat up and ran a hand over my messy hair before standing to go to the door. He had come up twice yesterday with a tray of food and bottles of water. He hadn’t said anything but sat it outside the door, then knocked and left. It could have been someone else who had brought it for all I knew.
I unlocked the door and opened it to find Liam dressed in his usual attire with his hair pulled back in a ponytail and a scowl on his face. I should be the one scowling.
“Get dressed. We are leaving in ten minutes,” he said, then turned to walk away.
“What time is it?” I asked, stifling another yawn.
“Seven thirty.”
Three and a half hours of sleep. Awesome.
I closed the door, then headed for the bathroom. I was thankful I’d taken a shower last night. Ten minutes didn’t leave me time for much. I hurried to dress and do my morning routine, then pulled my hair up in a ponytail. Slipping on a pair of sandals, I looked around, trying to remember where I had left my purse. When I spotted it on the small chair in the corner, I went to get it, then made my way to the door. I wasn’t sure how long I had taken, but I felt fairly certain it was under ten minutes.
Liam was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest when I opened the door. He barely glanced at me. “Let’s go,” he snapped before going to the stairs.
I wasn’t in the mood for more of his attitude, so I decided to remain silent.
I’d googled the test on my phone last night, and I knew what they were going to do and that it would take up to seven business days for the results. I was not living in that room for seven days. I needed to get a job, but right now, I was too tired to argue with him. Mornings were not my thing.
“I’m pretty sure you need an appointment for genetic testing. I doubt you can just walk in when they open,” I stated the obvious when we reached his car.
There were no other cars in the parking lot this morning. Just his car and his Harley sat out back. I wondered what time all the strippers had left. Did they go at it all night?
“I have an appointment,” he said, unlocking the doors.
Once we were inside, neither of us spoke while he started the engine and pulled out onto the street.
“It’ll take about three days to get the results. Until then, you’ll stay at the club,” he informed me.
“Try seven business days, and I’m not spending all that time up in that room. I have to find a new job, look for a place to live. You can’t just keep me locked away. It’s illegal, not to mention inhumane.”
“I have connections. We will know in three days. You can handle three days. Why do you need a new job? Did you do something to get fired?”
The accusation in his voice had me wishing I had something I could throw at his head.
“Yeah. You. I did you.”
His eyes swung over to look at me. “You got fired because of me?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Yep. Your reputation got me fired. They don’t want anyone connected to you or your family coming in there.”
