most likely comparing plastic surgery stories while all the husbands are chuffed that they don’t have to deal with them.
We get through our meals before the boys’ captain makes his way up to the small stage. He positions himself behind a podium with Fire Rescue One’s emblem shining proudly on it as he launches into a speech to thank everyone who has donated to the cause so far. Though from the sound of it, we’re quickly reaching a quarter of a million dollars.
The captain is in the middle of thanking his team for all their efforts during the day and for their hard work and dedication to their jobs when a sharp laugh cuts through the evening, drawing everyone’s attention away from the podium.
Bull’s hand tightens on my thigh as his heavily pregnant baby momma steps out in a dress that doesn’t fit and a pair of stilettos that look like they were stolen from the strip club down behind the bikers’ bar near Zoey’s store.
Jessa walks between the tables, stumbling as she makes her way through the grass with a champagne flute in her hand. Upon seeing it, rage clouds Bull, and I have to remove his hand from my thigh to avoid him cutting off my circulation.
Jessa snorts an ugly laugh as she points out Bull. “What a joke,” she snaps, wobbling on her heels and prompting Jet to fly up out of his seat and grab hold of her elbow while the guests gasp in horror, outrage, and shock.
Jet tries to keep her on her feet, but she has other plans as she tears her arm free and shoots a disgusted glare at him. “Get your filthy hands off me,” she slurs, making me realize that the glass of champagne in her hand is probably not the first one she’s had today, maybe not even the second or third.
Jet attempts to defuse the situation and reaches for her arm again. “Come on,” he murmurs gently, as if trying to coax her. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Bull remains seated beside me as the tension radiates from his body. Judging by the sharp glare he’s currently getting from his captain, there’s no doubt that he’s going to be hearing about this. To the guys at Fire Rescue One, this is a huge embarrassment, one that could potentially see the end of the event come a lot sooner than anyone had expected.
Jessa stumbles back, trying to evade Jet’s grasp, and in doing so, her champagne goes flying behind her. I watch as though it’s happening in slow motion. The champagne comes flying out of the flute and dumps all over one of the wives and destroys the Gucci dress that she’s spent the last two hours boasting about.
The woman flies to her feet. “This is an outrage.” Her husband joins her as the women around jump into action, trying to do damage control on the dress.
“Fuck,” Bull grunts before getting to his feet, realizing that this is going to be a two, hell maybe three or four man job. Bull starts heading across to them while out of the corner of my eyes, I notice both Ax and Chief moving closer in case he needs backup.
Jessa, however, is unaware of anything but herself. She continues glaring at Jet. “I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re a pig. All of you are.” She throws her hands up to address the guests. “This whole thing is a joke. Do you have any idea what kind of people you’re here supporting? These men are rotten, especially him,” Jessa says, aiming a sharp glare at Bull. “What kind of man knocks up two women and pushes one aside like trash? What’s the deal? I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to keep? Fuck you, Bull. I never wanted this fucking kid in the first place. I might as well just get rid of it. Drown myself and this little shit right along with me, and you’ll have only yourself to blame.”
I suck in a sharp breath. Jessa has been making our lives hell ever since the very beginning, but the second she found out I was pregnant, this jealous rage took over her, and she’s been impossible ever since. I'd hate to think what co-parenting with her is going to be like.
But fuck, if she does anything to harm that baby …
Bull storms toward her, and even with his back to me, I see the anger all over him. It’s bad