CHAPTER NINE
AXEL
She had to choose f*****g Jason.
I always hated that guy, mister “Runs the Debate Club Even Though He’s A Few Years Older than the High School Girls.” Bet he did it just to creep on Olive. My Olive, although right now she claims otherwise.
Fuck no.
I’m getting her back.
And the little girl … Lark.
I might be a father. I’m too exhausted to be angry. After all the time I’ve waited … here she is with another man—and a baby girl that could possibly be mine. The timing is right.
Olive needs to know that no matter what, I’ll take care of her. Both of them.
I have to get her back.
I hop on my motorcycle and drive. Before long I’m getting honked at by some small-dicked trucker behind me because I’m lost in thought, my mind on more important things than the goddamn fast
