44 - Lying bitc.h!
VJ I grab Molly’s arm and drag her towards the exit. “You’re pregnant? Good for you. Let’s go to the hospital and prove it. If you are pregnant and the dates work out to the time I got out of prison, you can have a damn DNA test. Until then, I don’t believe a word you’re saying!” She’s sobbing her eyeballs out. Oh, don’t be fooled by this bitc.h, these aren’t real tears. This woman doesn’t know how to cry. She’s a lot like me in that respect. Molly is also a manipulative cunt, but she should have picked some other idio.t to play. Falling for something so cliché is not what I’m about. I think logically and of everything. There is no way this woman is pregnant by me, nor will she pin it on me if she is! “Please let go of me, VJ!” “Veej!” I stop just short of my bike when Max gra
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