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Anger courses through my veins as I step inside Kyla’s house. This bitch poked holes in condoms when I was with her, refusing to get on birth control because of blood-clot issues. I never fucked her since she got knocked up with my son Weston. He’s named after me, my boy.
“Bitch, have you been talking shit about my woman to the kids?”
She startles from her seat on the couch and looks pale. “Heard you claimed her fully last night,” she snarls at me once she gets over the shock of seeing me.
“Answer the question.”
“Pfft, why not, she’s a whore, you claim that whore but not me or any of the other kids’ moms?”
“She’s no whore, she’s mine.”
“You’ve been obsessed with her for fifteen years!” she screams. “What makes her so different? Every run, you’d come back, telling me about the big-titted waitress you had on the run. Then fuck me as if I was her.”
She’s not wrong, I first met Jennifer fifteen years ago on a run in the USA. It’s a long time to be obsessed over someone, but I don’t give a fuck. Bitch is mine now. “You don’t need to know shit, but realize this, bitch, I have full custody of Weston. As of now, he’s at my home. You want to see him you go through me,” I growl in her face.
“You can’t take my son!” she pleads with me, grabbing onto my cut.
“Take your hands off me, before I cut them off!” I snap.
“Dad?” I hear Weston call out when the front door opens.
“In here,” I say, still glaring at Kyla.
“What’s going on?” he asks, stepping into the living room, hesitantly.
“You’re coming to live with me now,” I tell him as I move away from his mother. “So are you brothers and sister.”
His eyes light up, “Really? Like for good?”
“Yeah, boy, for good.”
“Wait, what about me?” Kyla demands as Weston goes to turn towards the hall—to go to his bedroom, I’m assuming.
“What about you, mom? You’ve been a bitch since Jennifer moved to town.” Weston rolls his eyes.
“Then why have you been a dick to her?” I ask, wanting to know why my kids hate my woman.
“She didn’t want you; we all know you’ve wanted her, and she wouldn’t catch onto that, so we’ve treated her like shit because of it. Has nothing to do with mom or the other moms, it’s because we felt Jennifer thought she was too good for you or something.”
Well, that shit makes a lot more sense.
“In reality, we actually like her, heard talk about her ‘round town, she’s good people. Sweet, kind, just good people. Plus getting out of mom’s house is a bonus for me, not just my siblings. We all hate it with the moms.”
“Explain that.”
“What’s to explain? All the moms are obsessed with you. Well, minus Kara’s mom, she couldn’t give two fucks about you or her.” Kara’s mom, Heather was the only bitch I was with that didn’t even want the kid. Didn’t do it to trap me, just birth control failed, and she got knocked up. She willingly gave me full custody, and even let Megan, the ex-wife, adopt her. But with Megan gone, Heather has been playing mom again, even though she hates it and probably will be happy with me showing up to take the kid from her.
“I’m gonna pack my shit,” Weston says and takes off for his room.
I look back to Kyla and really take her in. What the hell was I thinking when I got with her? Sure, she’s stunning, but too damn skinny and no tits. Shaking my head, I say, “If you want to actually spend time with your son, you can call his cell.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this, you finally claimed that cunt and now you’re taking my son!” she cries, tears streaming down her face.
“I could just kill you and be done with this shit,” I offer her an out.
Her face pales and she takes a step back. “I’m sorry. No, take him then. Play happy family with your whore!” she spits out.
I smile. “Don’t worry, I will.” Now to convince Jennifer to have more kids with me. Never had a good woman in my bed. Well, I had Megan, but I didn’t want kids with her.