“She’s just some poor girl you knocked up then?” she snaps, her eyes brimming with fury. I close my eyes as a fiery poker stabs my gut, but it’s nothing compared to the searing agony of Joey’s contempt. “Not my kid either,” I groan, my hand pressed against my stomach. It feels like my guts are spilling out onto the floor. “Fuck, he’s bleeding,” Lorenzo says and crosses the hallway, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s get you back to Kat.” I shrug him off. “I’m not going anywhere until I speak to my fucking girl,” I shout, even as my head spins and I sway on my feet. Joey steps forward,
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