her head turns toward my front door. Her brow furrows, and confusion instantly mars her face as she notices Jessa standing by my door.
I start shaking my head. Jessa knows the fucking rules. I come to her if I need anything, never the other way around, and besides, that shit is over. I haven’t spoken to her since before I met Amelia, nor do I want to. Which leaves me wondering how the hell she knows where I live.
Our fucking deal is over. What we had is long gone, so that begs the question of why the hell she’s standing on my front doorstep and forcing a scowl to come over my girl’s face. I’ve got nobody else to blame but myself. I should have dealt with this the second I realized I was done. Where was my decency then?
I cut the engine as Zoey sits up straight in her seat, clearly noticing Jessa as Amelia falls silent. “What the fuck is this bitch doing here?” she demands, momentarily forgetting that she’s sitting in between two little girls who are listening in with eager ears.
I turn to Amelia as I start unbuckling my seatbelt. “I’m sorry,” I tell her as she turns to look at me with devastation in her eyes. “It’s not what you think.”
Zoey scoffs from the backseat, but I can’t take my eyes off Amelia, who I’ve never seen look so crushed, and I realize that she’s thinking the worst. But why wouldn’t she when her past has been nothing but disappointment?
It’s as though someone flicks a switch. Zoey starts unbuckling the girls as Amelia bails out of my truck like a fire has just been lit beneath her ass.
I hurry out of my truck and race around to her side to find Amelia already halfway through getting Ryan out of her car seat.
“Bull, baby,” Jessa calls in a sugary sweet tone from the front step. “Where have you been? I’ve been missing you. Didn’t you get my messages? We need to discuss our baby.”
What the fuck? She must be going insane, but my attention is solely on Amelia as she attempts to get Ryan out of her car seat. “Mommy. No,” Ryan cries, trying to reach past Amelia with her hands outstretched to me.
Amelia blocks her way and pulls her tighter into her arms. “Stop it, Ryan. We’re going home.”
Ryan goes into meltdown mode. “No,” she screams, throwing herself backward to the point where I fear she might slip straight out of Amelia’s arm. “Bull. I want my Bull.”
I go to take her from Amelia, but she turns her back and storms towards her car, where Zoey is already working on getting Coby in. “What are you doing?” I ask her. “You don’t have to go.”
“Bull,” Jessa calls again. I look back over my shoulder to see her smirking at the destruction she’s just caused, and I promptly ignore her. She’s not worth my time, especially not now.
Amelia shakes her head before muttering under her breath. “I should have fucking known better. How could I let this happen again?”
“What?” I say chasing after her. “What are you talking about? She’s nothing. I don’t even know why the fuck she’s here.”
Amelia ignores me as she focuses every tiny little bit of attention she has on getting Ryan into the car, but Zoey doesn’t have the same reservations as she glares up at me, the steam practically rolling off her. “You fucked up, Bull,” she scowls. “Go and deal with wifey and leave Amelia the hell alone.”
With that, she drops down into the car, and Amelia takes off, barely giving her a chance to close the door behind her.
I step out onto the road, watching her car disappear around the corner, wondering what the fuck just happened.
Jessa’s voice cuts through the quiet street. “Babe, come on. I hope that’s all out of your system now. It’s time to come home and for us to be a family.”
Instant rage takes over me.
I turn to the house and storm towards the bitch. “What the fuck was that? What are you even doing here?”
Jessa’s hand falls to my chest, and she leans in as though she’s going to kiss me. I pull back, letting her hand drop and making sure she keeps the hell away from me. She has the nerve to look offended, but I’m on a fucking roll. “How the hell do you even know where I live?”
“Bull,” she says, way too sweet. “What are you talking about? We’re