I turned and gave him my best ‘you’re kidding, right’ look. Although, he did draw the line when he saw me hauling boxes of decorations into the clubhouse.
“Hell fuckin’ no, Bella. I love you, babe, but the brothers will never let me live that shit down.”
The next night Logan and I decided to go to the clubhouse and have a few drinks with the guys. I’m sitting on Logan’s lap, listening to all the endless banter when the door opens. Looking over I’m shocked when I see my sister. She wasn’t due to arrive for two more days.
“Alba!” I screech. Leaping off Logan’s lap, ignoring the groan that leaves his mouth when I not so gracefully got up.
Running up to her. my steps falter a bit when I take in her red, blotchy, tear-stained face. “Alba, what’s wrong?” I question picking up my pace. Once she’s within arm’s reach, I grab a hold of her, pulling her in for a hug.
Her trembling body sends me on high alert. Stepping back a bit, while keeping a hold of her shoulders, I plead with her again, “Tell me what’s wrong. Are you okay?”
Feeling a looming presence behind me, I glance over my shoulder and find Gabriel’s tall frame standing there.
“Cariño, sweetheart?” he tenderly addresses her.
I watch as Alba’s face goes deathly pale, and she begins to pull her heavy winter coat tighter around her body. Something is off. I just can’t place it. I let my eyes assess her from head to toe, looking for a sign of anything wrong, but I find nothing.
It takes me a couple more seconds to realize what’s different. Letting out a small gasp, I cover my mouth.
“What the fuck!” Gabriel growls.