Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“I can’t exactly just ‘stop’ taking a shot,” she informed me. “But I don’t have to get it again.”
I nodded firmly, leaning in until my forehead touched hers.
“I’m going to be a shitty father,” I said. “I like quiet and order.”
She snorted.
“You can kiss that goodbye,” she informed me. “You already have two babies about to be in the house with you. Now you’ll have one more.”
“How late is ‘late?’” I asked her.
She shook her head.
“I don’t know. A long time,” she said. “I haven’t had a period since the first week I was with you.”
I pursed my lips.
“Make an appointment with my sister,” I ordered.
“We can do it when we get home,” Skylar said excitedly from beside me.
I turned my glare on my sister.
“Don’t you know the meaning of privacy?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Sure do,” she said. “But you didn’t ask for privacy. In fact, I only followed you to the germ shit,” she said, pointing to the wall behind me.
I sighed, long and loud.
“You’re pregnant?” Blythe asked from behind us.
I looked over my shoulder to see not just Blythe, but Keifer as well, staring at us with excitement.
“Seriously,” I said. “This hasn’t even been confirmed yet!”
“But you think it’s true, so it is,” the nurse offered her two cents.
I turned my eyes back to my mate.
“Seriously?” I asked her.
She patted me on the arm, then went to Keifer, expertly picking up the baby from his chest and cradling the little life to her heart.
“So, is this the girl or the boy?” Brooklyn asked.
“That’s the girl,” Keifer told her.
“How do you know?” Blythe asked.
“Because she’s wearing a pink hospital bracelet,” he said, indicating the smallest bracelet I’d ever seen. “And the boy is wearing a blue one.”
“Oh,” Blythe said, relieved. “They look exactly the same.”
“Except for this one is two times smaller than yours,” Brooklyn said teasingly.
I nodded.
“Your boy is a porker,” I agreed.
Blythe shot a glare in my direction.
“Where’s Farrow?” Keifer asked, looking around the room.
My brows furrowed.
“He left with you, Keifer,” I told him.
Keifer’s eyebrows bunched up. “No, he didn’t.”
“Yes, he did.”
“Boys,” Brooklyn sighed. “He can’t be far.”
“He’s not at home. I haven’t seen him since he left with Keifer,” Skylar said. “I saw him mount his dragon and leave with you, Keifer.”
“Well then, where the fuck is he?” Keifer growled.
“Language,” Blythe snapped at her husband.
***
Ian
“Listen to me, and listen to me good, you little piece of shit,” I said through clenched teeth. “You’re going to go home. You’re going to clean up your act. And you’re going to fucking stop acting like a spoiled brat. You’re going to get your brothers and sister killed. Is that what you want?” I asked Farrow.
Farrow didn’t speak, his throat working but the words not coming out.
Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that my forearm, corded with muscle, was pressed against his windpipe.
Or it could be because I’d beaten the absolute shit out of him.
Either way, he had a good reason not to be speaking.
Did that help his cause, though?
Fuck no.
I was tired of playing these games.
“Why?” I asked him, finally letting him go.
“Why what?” he rasped. “Because I fucking wanted to.”
“Yeah,” I said. “And where did that get you?”
I looked over at the body behind him, staring at the young woman that’d been shot dead; a bullet hole straight to the heart would do that to a person.
“Go home,” I ordered him. “I’ll take it from here.”
He left without another word, and I hunkered down next to the dead girl’s body.
She used to be Farrow’s on again, off again lover.
I’d come many a times to haul his ass home, and this was always where I was led.
This time, though, I knew there wouldn’t be any more coming to get him.
This was the last time.
I didn’t care if the little fucker did save my life.
My debt had been repaid. Over and over again.
And as I brushed a piece of hair off the girl’s face, revealing a pure beauty that Farrow didn’t deserve, I wanted to weep.
She looked like my sister.
A sister that I hadn’t seen since I was ten years old.
Mattie had been five years older than me when we’d been split apart after our parents died.
She’d gone to a nice home where her foster parents loved her, and I’d been put in the system.
Which was good that I had, because it probably wouldn’t have gone as well as it had when I’d gone through my transition.
Someone comes, my dragon, Mace, said.
Mace, always chronically late, informed me just in time for me to turn.
I looked up in time to see a beautiful strawberry blonde come around the corner, seeing me hunkered over the dead woman.
Her eyes filled with terror, and she screamed.
I winced, and I knew this wouldn’t end well.
Not at all.
Especially when the people of the apartment complex started to open their windows and look outside.