Nadine's P.O.V.
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"I-I don't know where to start..." I mumbled, looking down at my hands.
"How about with why the f***k you didn't tell me?" he asked, his voice tight with anger. "Is this why you took off the way you did? Did you know you were pregnant and... I don't know, thought your life was over if we found out? Were you worried about what Shooter would have said? I mean, f***k, were you ever going to tell me?"
I took a deep breath, trying not to let his anger spark mine. It's understandable that he's angry. He has a right to be. I had plenty of chances to tell him about Elodie. I was just too much of a coward.
"I don't want the club to know about her," I said, my voice calm but steady. I looked at my brother, staring right into his confused eyes.
