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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 54 Outwitted

Jax wondered if there were twelve step programs for idiots because he needed one. He was Jax Fucking Teller and he was an idiot. The crank whore he married told him he was the father of her baby and he believed her. Never even questioned it. That made him the biggest fucking idiot on the planet.

Damn that whore Wendy. He had actually felt grief because she died. Even blamed himself a little for not doing more to help her get off crank. Wendy wasn't smart, but she'd fooled him. Easily. He never even doubted that the baby was his.

This was what happened when men thought with their dicks. Wendy came to see him, all sweet, vulnerable and sad because he was divorcing her. He felt a little bad, so he'd wanted to comfort her. She assured him that she'd had her period the day before and it was safe to not use a condom.

That slut knew she was pregnant and that's why it was safe. She had to have sex with him, so she could pass off that kid as his. The whore probably didn't even know who the father was or she told the guy and he took off which made the guy smarter than him. Son-of-a-fucking-bitch.

She was using another man's baby to try to keep him. How the hell could he not have even considered the possibility? Was it because he trusted her or because he didn't think she could pull off that lie? Both. It was fucking both.

He was too damned smart to get caught up in the oldest trick in the book—passing off one man's baby as another's. Yet, his junkie slut ex had no problem fooling him. Wendy had outwitted him.

The worst part was he had finally accepted that he was going to be a father. He wasn't enthusiastically looking forward to making major changes to his lifestyle, but he knew that he would have to do it. He did want to give his kid a good dad. He felt bad that the baby had died. Poor kid never had a chance at life.

While Tara was telling him how she knew the baby wasn't his, he only half listened to her. He knew old Tara would have made absolutely sure that the information she was giving him was correct. This new older Tara just wouldn't make that kind of error.

Wait a minute. He'd believed Wendy. Who the hell knew how much shit people had been telling him and he thought he was so fucking smart and that no one could put anything over on him?

He was working on controlling his temper. He was an adult. He needed more self-control, but the longer that Tara talked, the madder he got. He tried putting his hands in his pockets to resist the urge he had to punch something.

He wasn't mad at Tara. It was fate that they had participated in a SAMCRO blood drive, she remembered his blood type and she happened to be working tonight. For whatever reason, he was supposed to discover that he wasn't the baby's father.

His rage kept building despite his attempts to control it. He didn't want to think about what he would have said and done to Wendy had she not died. He wondered if she laughed at how smart she was and how she had tricked him.

The world turned red and Tara said something about not punching an exterior wall. The next thing he knew, he'd punched the wall a couple of times. The pain felt better than thinking about Wendy and how she'd lied to him and made him look like a fool.

Now he knew. Baby Bela was not his kid.