Command (Storm MC 6)

I placed my finger to her lips. “All you need to know is that he won’t ever get in your way again. I want you to promise me something, though.”

“What?”

“Promise me you’ll always come to me with this kind of stuff in the future. I need to know any concern you ever have. I need to know that you’re safe at all times.”

“I promise.”

I bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Thank fuck.”

She bit her lip as I straightened, and I knew she had something to tell me – Harlow only bit her lip that way when she was keeping something from me.

“What?” I asked.

Her mouth curled up in a smile and her hand rested on my forearm. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered, and for the second time today, my heart skipped a beat.

And then it sped up.

“The baby’s okay after the fire?” Jesus, I’d torture Rogue before killing him if the baby had been harmed. Fuck it, maybe I’d torture him anyway.

“Yes, thank God. The doctor just wants to keep me in overnight to make sure.”

Cassie interrupted us at that moment. “Oh my God, Harlow! Are you okay?” She came flying through the door, almost knocking me over in her haste to get to Harlow.

I stood and gave them some space. Cassie was good for Harlow, and although Harlow had pushed Cassie away a little over the past few months, her friend had always been there for her. I never begrudged them time together.

My phone sounded with a text.

Griff: Ward 5A Bed 6

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and cut in on Harlow’s conversation with Cassie. “I’m going to let you girls have some time while I take care of something. I’ll be back soon.”

Harlow frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’ll be less than half an hour and then I’m here all night.”

No fucking way am I not staying all night.

She gave me a smile. “Can you please get me a drink while you’re gone?”

“Coffee? Tea?”

“Surprise me.”

I brushed a kiss across her lips and lingered there for a moment. “I love you,” I murmured.

“Love you, too,” she whispered. Her words meant more to me than anything in that moment.

She still loves me regardless of the fact my club almost got her killed.

As I walked towards the elevator, I allowed the anger I’d kept in check to pump through me and clenched my fists as I imagined what I was about to do.

I had two reasons for breathing in life and when someone messed with either of those, I’d spend my days making sure they never had the chance to do it again.

* * *

I stood in the doorway and watched as Rogue slept. Hospital life carried on around us, but my mind filtered the activity out as I focused all my attention on the man who’d messed with my woman and my club.

My boot sounded on the floor as I took a step towards him, and his eyes blinked open at the noise.