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  • Hook Me(Men of Inked #2)(37) by Chelle Bliss
  • Sitting on the edge of his bed, I replied, “Couple weeks.”

    “I want a front row seat. I’m so pumped for you. Going to win this one?” He raised an eyebrow.

    “Hell yeah. I got this shit in the bag if I stay on track. Have you ever seen me lose a fight?”

    He shook his head. “Never and you never answered about the front row.”

    “I have tickets for everyone. I grabbed a couple extra too.” I bent my knee, pulling it on the bed.

    The room was filled with chatter. Izzy and Suzy were talking about clothes or some girl shit. My parents talked to Anthony in a whispered tone that I couldn’t make out. I never knew my family could talk this quiet.

    There was a brief lull in the conversations around us as Joe said, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

    I hung my head and rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger. Fuck, bring on the Gallo Inquisition.

    “What’s he talking about?” Izzy asked behind me. Naturally she’d be the one person to pipe up after hearing that statement.

    Turning around, I looked her straight in the eye and showed no fear. “Male shit, Iz. Don’t concern yourself with it.”

    Her eyes became slits as she glared at me. Izzy knew me as well as anyone sitting in this room and I prayed she knew when to drop the subject. “Always playing the penis card. Such bullshit.”

    “Isabella,” my ma chimed in. “Did I raise you to speak that way?”

    “I’m a grown woman, Ma, and yes you did. You had four boys and a girl. How else would I talk?”

    My ma and Izzy broke into a fit of laughter.

    I looked at Joe and I mouthed ‘later’ to him.

    He tipped his chin, not making any other movements. He knew as well as I did how nosey this group was and I needed to deal with Tammy on the down low.

    “Why don’t we all go to the cafeteria and let the boys have their talk?” My ma always tried to be diplomatic.

    “Great idea, my legs could use a stretch,” Pop said. “Come on, baby girl.” Standing, my pop held his hand out to Izzy.

    She sighed and put her fingers in his palm. “For you, Dad, anything you ask.” She had him wrapped around her little finger.

    They worked each other well and knew how to get their way. Izzy gave in on the small things because she knew my pop would always have her back; she’d always be his little girl.

    “I’m going to stay here,” Anthony said as he looked at my parents. “I’m playing my penis card.” He smirked at Izzy.

    I swear to shit I could see a vein pop out of her forehead.

    “We’ll be back in ten minutes,” Pop said, yanking Izzy out by the arm.

    We sat in silence as we waited for them to walk far enough that we wouldn’t be overhead. Anthony poked his head out of the doorway. “All clear,” he said.

    “What the f**k is up, man?” Joe asked.

    “Tammy has gone off the rails.” I shook my head, still not believing her bullshit.

    His eyebrows scrunched as he looked at me. “Tammy?”

    “Scrapbook crazy girl? Did you hit your head harder than we thought?”

    He laughed and grabbed his side. “Fuck, I remember her now. I’ve had other things on my mind than your women.”

    “She isn’t one of my women. She saw me in the cafeteria here and she claimed we were engage, dude.”

    “No f**king way.” His mouth hung open as he looked at me.

    “Yes, I told her to leave me the hell alone and she said how could I just leave her since we were engaged. When I denied her and I went to walk away…” I didn’t want to finish the sentence. The mere thought of her words made my stomach churn. “She yelled out that she was pregnant.”

    His body stilled as his eyebrows drew together. “With whose kid?” Joe asked.

    “Mine, dumbass.” I shrugged.

    “Is that even possible?” Joe asked, trying to sit up.

    “Fuck no. I don’t think so. I mean I’m not a doctor, but if I remember my human bio class there’s zero chance.”

    “Were you careful?” Joe asked as he rubbed his forehead.

    Anthony just sat there, shaking his head as he played on his phone.

    “Yes and we only did it a couple of times. She couldn’t possibly know if she was. Could she?”

    “Shit, I don’t know, but you need to find out, Mike.”

    I rested my head in my hand, running my finger through my hair. I had to find the craziest bitch in the county and stick my dick in her.

    “I got to work this shit out and shut her ass down.” God was getting the last laugh.

    “I’d say you better do something before that shit blows up in your face.” He pointed at me and shook his head. “Fight crazy by facing her head on and putting her down.”

    “I’ll figure it out. You have your own shit to deal with.” I motioned to his f**ked up leg.

    “Eh, a mere flesh wound,” Joe said with a straight face.

    We all started to laugh as we got the reference to Monty Python. The best movie scene ever made. When the guy loses limbs but still states it’s just a mere flesh wound until he’s jumping on one leg without arms and spewing blood everywhere… epic. I think we drove my mother crazy for months re-enacting it as kids.

    “You need my help, Mike?” Anthony asked.

    “Nah, it’s my mess to deal with, Anth. I just don’t want it ruining whatever Mia and I have going on.”

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