81: Uninterested

SUNSHINE:

Knoxx was not a bit happy about my question. Which only meant he had no plans of telling me about Amy and the child.

Why?

“Who told you about them?” he asked, his voice dangerously close to snapping.

That clarified it. Jericho might be telling the truth.

“It was true? Everything about Amy and the five-year-old kid?”

“It’s that dog right?” Knoxx uttered and sat on the edge of the bed. I followed him and sat next to him. Dante was again nowhere to be found. “Jericho told you. What else did he tell you? That dog doesn't know how to shut his mouth.”

I gave him a blank look.

“Who would have told me except him? And I am glad he told me about it, or else, I would be left in the dark, stepbrother. You don’t have plans to tell me about Amy and your child.”

Was he the type of man who did not want a child? I mean the responsibility could be great, but who would say no to those cute little pups?

Knoxx glanced at the ceiling and back at him. His shoulders dropped.

“What did he tell