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“That’s just good business, something Royal Road needs while we’re rebuilding. People don’t just come here for the whores and the slots. We’ve got to have something special.”
“Eve’s special?”
“No. That’s not what I mean. We just have to compete with Broadway. And I’ve barely shown my face around the clubhouse in months. Our show was supposed to happen weeks ago. It’s been something I’ve been putting off too. To be with you. I made sure we went on tonight so you and I can leave as soon as it’s safe.”
“It’s not safe.”
Sky looked confused.
I gestured to the box on my desk. “Cece’s nurse said it’s only a pig’s fetus. But no, it’s not safe. Things obviously a threat to me and you. The note says Ralph sent it, but I suspect Memphis. How else would it get past Gunn at the gate? Damn whores won’t fool me again.”
“Yeah. Probably Memphis,” Sky said slowly, but the wheels in her head were spinning.
“Those two are up to something. I talked to Junebug this morning, and she had a whopper of a story. Said you told Ralph you’d get close to me for him. For the mob. Can you believe that? She says the fucker claims your baby is his. There’s no way.”
I thought she’d get just as much a of a kick out of it as me, but Sky looked flustered.
“I thought you said it didn’t matter,” she shot out.
“It doesn’t, but it’s good to know the mob can’t take our baby.”
I was still thinking what Junebug said had been ridiculous. An obvious last attempt to get me back. But Sky’s reaction made me have second thoughts.
“Are you sure there isn’t something you’re not telling me?” I asked her.
“No,” she said too quick. “I mean yes, there’s nothing I’m not telling.”
“Good,” I said, but Sky was lying.
Not wanting her to suspect my feelings, I took her to my bed like always, fucked her hard.
But afterwards, I barely slept.
The next day Goliath and I mounted our Harley’s and headed to Shakey’s. The wind whipped through my hair. I’d been spending too much time at Royal Road. The rumble of the ride calmed me. It cleared my head. Junebug had to be lying. I had to be mistaken about my Ol’ Lady lying.
But I needed proof.
Ralph greeted us in front of his piece of shit strip club. Shakey’s was about as sleazy as you could get. Mobster wore a slick suit as always, but thanks to me, he wore an orthopedic boot as well.
“What do you know, it’s the President, the biggest Bastard himself. Kingpin, you got my gift?”
So, it was him who sent the fetus.
“Ralph, lowest of the Getty’s, what’s your title again? You’re a sick shit.”
“Only trying to be like the great Kingpin.”
“What’s this all about? Is this about me blowing a hole in your foot? Dear old dad threatening to put you down?”
“It’s about you blowing a wad in my girl, Sky. But I really don’t care about your new whore since you paid up. But if she’s having my baby that’s a different story. Getty’s won’t have any child of theirs raised by trailer trash.”
He spit.
“Ralph, I understand. I don’t want to raise any spawn of yours either. But Sky’s baby ain’t yours. There’s no possible way. Besides, she’s my wife now. You mess with her, you mess with my club.”
He raised his eyebrows and stuck out his lip. “Come with me.”
Goliath and I followed Ralph inside to his office.
