Torment (Carter Kids) by Chloe Walsh

Author:Chloe Walsh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thorn, treacherous, tame, chloewalsh, noahmessina, carterkids, noahfuckingmessina, teaganconnolly

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Chapter Eleven

Noah

"You look like ass," Colton mused. Reaching across the table we were sitting at, he grabbed a beer and clinked it against mine. "Seriously, man. You look like shit."

"Noted," I replied, not bothering to say anything else. He was right. I did look like shit. I was in pain and I hadn't shaved since I'd left my wife.

My head was spinning and my shoulder was burning like hell as I watched Colton flirt heavily with the brunette to his left.

The one on his right was trying her hardest to put the moves on Logan, but from the look of boredom on Low's face, I partially guessed she was out of luck.

Lifting the bottle to my lips, I drank until there was nothing left.

Sitting here in the middle of a club full of fans and fellow fighters, and my mind was back in The Hill.

Was she okay?

Was she missing me like I was missing her?

Was she tired?

My life had changed in what felt like the blink of an eye; I'd gone from being me to being hers and now nothing made sense.

Fuck. I was seriously regretting my choices.

I was a selfish bastard; chasing my dreams, and leaving my wife behind when our dreams didn’t line up.

I should have stayed at home with her – taken a year out from the cage.

I didn’t want to be here tonight.

Only reason I was in the first place was the shitty fucking stipulation in my contract sealing me into these media appearances.

"You know," Colton said when the women he'd been talking to stood up and walked over to the bar. "This pregnancy thing is having the opposite effect on me."

"Oh yeah?" I cocked a brow.

"Yeah," he confirmed solemnly. "It's throwing me off my game." Shuddering, he added, "I'm feeling all kinds of paranoid, man."

"There's something very fucking wrong with you," I muttered with a shake of my head. "You can’t catch a baby, dipshit." How was I related to this douchebag? I mean, seriously.

Craning his neck, Colt watched as a leggy blonde pranced past our table. "Still can't believe you're having a kid." He was talking to me, but his attention was completely on the blonde with the legs. If he kept this up, he would be catching something and it wouldn’t be a fucking pregnancy.

"You're not the only one." Tossing back another bottle of beer, I slammed the empty down and sighed. "I'll do right by them," I found myself adding – a defense mechanism I had built up over the years.

"We all know that, man," Colt shot back calmly. "And Teagan knows, too."

"Well lookey here," a familiar voice sneered and I groaned inside. I didn’t need this headache. "If it aint Messina and his band of pussies."

"Band of pussies? Wow. What a burn." Colt let out a whistle. "Got anything better, old man?"

"Walk away, Q," I warned, as I looked up at my former trainer. "Walk away now."

"Or what, Messina?" Quincy grinned. "You gonna take me out?" He laughed harshly. "Oh no, I forgot.

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