Free The Wide Receiver's Baby by Jessica Evans Page B

and such a small waist. I must admit that when I’d seen her practicing cheers a couple of times my dick had moved a bit. She left everything to the imagination, until she took that damn hoodie off, which seemed to be like a second skin to her.
“Seriously, Trinity, do you ever take that damn hoodie off?” I asked, as I lifted the hood and revealed her blond hair.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Collins?”
I was going to say something, but then I bit my tongue. I knew that we were slowly but surely crossing the line. I would go out and enjoy myself at Bar but as for this friendship after tonight, it would be permanently put on hold.
 
 
 

 
    Chapter Twenty Four
    Alexa
 
    “Mom, what are you going to do? We can’t go on like this!” I pleaded with her. It was only my first year of college and so far I had missed half my classes.
She’d met me in the canteen of the hospital. She had been working double shifts since Dad had come back.
“I know, I know.”
No, she really didn’t know. They were just words that she kept repeating whenever I brought up the subject and her bloodshot eyes should have told her that she knew that this whole shit was wrong. I’d been supposed to go and see Logan weeks ago. I’d begged Marie to keep everything quiet from her own son. Marie had just told him that I spent a couple of nights there are times, but I was thinking that that wasn’t enough. I needed to find a permanent solution, and talking to Mom was just a waste of time.
Mom was just sweeping it under the carpet. I was so damn mad now that I wanted to cry.
“You need to wake up and smell the roses. Or I, for one, am calling social services on your damn ass.”
I hated speaking to my own Mom as if she was nothing, but something had to fucking give. Dad had moved back in eight weeks ago, as if nothing was wrong. To make matters worse, Mom had agreed. Apparently his lover had got tired of people knocking on the door demanding money. So, guess what she did?
Oh, no she never threw him out. She went and told him to get half of the money from our house. This was part of what he said that he wanted in the divorce settlement and was entitled to under law, and when Mom refused, he moved back in, claiming that half the house was his and he wasn’t leaving until he got his share.
The day he moved in, I called the police, but I had no grounds or rights.  Within two days, the goons started knocking on the door demanding money again, as if they had never stopped. But this time they were different, nothing like the guys that had knocked to date. It was as if he had taken his gambling to a different level and I had started to freak out. Big time. Like I was right now, shaking my own Mom in her workplace just so that she would see sense. We had to leave, there was no two ways about it. She had to either put the house up for sale, or we needed to leave.
“What's going on here?” one of the consultants came over to talk to us and it was clear that we were making a scene. All eyes were on us as I continued to try to drum some sense into my Mom, but it was hopeless.
“Nothing, Doctor Carter. It’s just that… we… no I… my daughter,” she was shaking her head furiously, tears were rolling down her eyes and her hair was a mess. I wondered who would want to be treated by someone who obviously looked as if they needed to be in one of the beds themselves.
“My Dad is bringing mobsters to our house each and every night.”
I couldn’t believe that I didn’t know this man, yet I was standing in front of him, telling him my life story.
“She needs to move or sell the house so my dad can get his share. She won’t. Try and talk some sense into her. Because I’ve tried and look where it’s got me.”
I could hear some of the other nurses talking. Pointing. Enjoying the spectacle that I had created in the cafeteria. The problem was, I didn’t care. No, I didn’t give a shit. My brother’s life was at stake and so was mine. As I