Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0241

Knox POV

"Are you still with us, Knox?" Chase asked, sounding bored and fed up with dealing with me. Something he had in common with Kane.

"And me." Havoc interjected rudely.

"Back at you!" I snapped back, not in the mood for his bullshit right now.

"SHUT UP DAMMIT." I screamed behind me. "I can't think, let alone hear him." I knew I was taking my frustration out on them, but it made it easier than admitting to Chase that everything he was saying was right. I was a fuck up. A waste of space. I had failed my girl. My mate. My children.

"Fuck you!" Someone yelled back. The room erupted with the sound of laughter and cheers. Growling, no longer in the mood for this. I rolled my eyes and flipped them off without even glancing back into the room. If I had not been otherwise engaged, I would have happily taught these pricks manners.

"Ha, whatever you say." Havoc rumbled with laughter. Like the arrogant fuck, he was.

"Well, maybe if you helped me out, I would win a fight every now and then." I muttered to my wolf, or at least I thought I did, but given how the barman looked at me, I guessed I had said it out loud. "Where are you, Knox?" Chase asked abruptly. "Is that shouting I hear?"

seeing the blonde I had been eyeing earlier arguing with a guy built like a truck. His friends surrounded him, eyeing me like I was a damn hooker. My lips curled, seeing them egging the male

my mind, I knew Havoc was right; I was in no

would come to see me and save me? "You're deluded." Havoc moaned. "She is suffering enough, and you want her to think you're fucking other woman too." He scolded me; he had a point, but... maybe, just maybe, it would help. Sitting on my ass wasn't doing me any good. So perhaps if she came to tell me off, yell at me, anything, I would be able to get her alone long enough to hear her tell me she still loved me. Even if she hated me, that would be better than this torture. Not seeing her pretty face, bright eyes and growing belly was killing me, quite literally. "Yeah," I chuckled, swaying slightly. "I apparently tried to fuck the wrong girl at The White Flag." I muttered.

problem, man." I

for a pound, as the saying

Don't hang up." I heard

over, shoving me hard enough to knock me off

I saw the fuckers foot slam down on the screen; the sound of shattering glass and cracking plastic so loud in my ears made me groan,

my girl and get away with it?" The guy snarled, standing

I slurred as I pulled myself up, nodding

bar man again as he slid a cloth to

laughed, his tone condescending yet

yes... I am

an apologetic smile. "Nothing personal, sweetheart, but I like my girls a little less... that," I announced, motioning to the whole of her body. "And more." Picking up my phone, I looked at the screen, feeling anger wash over me as I remembered the fucker had broken my phone and with it the picture of Lottie I was about to