Page 106 of Oblivion
“Fuck,” Atlas muttered, taking a step closer to me.
“Nuh-uh.” I moved away from him. “They need to know.” I looked back toward the crowd staring at me. “You already know that Lazar Asterov is my father, and he won’t touch the Club as long as the Club leaves me alone.”
“What?” somebody asked, but my eyes were plastered to Storm. They obviously weren’t at the gathering to witness the shitshow.
“Tristan Nightingale is close to gathering more evidence against his father, and we will be turning it in, unless I get to him first, which means he’s going to be dead then. But I would rather put him behind bars where he belongs.”
“Ophelia,” Storm gritted out. “Stop talking.”
“Why, Storm?” I asked. “I need you to know who is after me so that you will be able to protect my unborn child.”
Silence.
There was nothing but silence around us as they all stared at me, shell-shocked. Millions of emotions thundered over Storm’s face, but none of them was a relief.
“Is it mine?” he finally asked, gripping the desk. “Is it fucking mine?” he bellowed and stood up, his palm landing on top of the desk with a thud.
“No, Storm.” I smiled. “This child is mine and it will never have a father. And if it is a boy, I will make sure that he never ends up being like you.”
I turned around and walked toward Zoe who stood in the same spot where I left her when we just entered.
“And Storm,” I looked at him one more time, “tell Nova I said hi. Your cut looks amazing on her.”
And I ran.
I ran upstairs, toward the front door and all the way outside. Zoe followed after me, opening and closing her mouth, but nothing came out.
“I need you to drive me to my doctor’s appointment,” I told her. “I also need you to go and get my bag.” I grinned. “All my things are inside.”
“Are you fucking insane?” she asked me. “You… He… You can’t just tell him like that!” she exclaimed. “I thought he would have a heart attack.”
“I hoped he would,” I murmured and walked toward her car parked in front. “We can talk about this on the way, but I’m giving him five more minutes maximum before he comes barging after me.”
“I’m gonna give him—”
“Ophelia!” came from inside the house, stopping Zoe mid-sentence.
“Even less,” she finished, pointedly looking at me. “I’m going to go and fetch your things, so please try not to kill each other before I’m back.”
The door slammed open, hitting against the wall, and Storm stood there, breathing like a bull during a fight.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asked, stalking toward me.
“I’m out of here,” Zoe said, running inside the house, taking a large circle around a furious Storm.
He walked toward me, stalking me like a prey, but I wouldn’t bow down. Not now. Not today.
“You’re pregnant,” he bit out as if the word itself offended him. “When were you planning on telling me that?”
“Never.” I shrugged. “Frankly, I don’t think that you deserve to know.”
“Is it mine?” he asked again, breathing through his nose. His hand wrapped around my upper arm, pulling me to him. “Is the kid mine?”
“I told you already,” I bit back, pushing him away from me. “This child is mine. Only mine. If you’re asking me who the sperm donor is, then yes, it is you.”
“Are you sure?”
“You can fuck the fuck off with your accusations right now, Storm, because I am not the one sleeping with other people. You are!”
