I swallow back my emotions, unable to answer him verbally. I'm lost for words, scared and wishing my husband was here with me. I can talk about this with Hammer later when I know my baby is okay.
I stroke my stomach while praying inside my head for things to be okay. “I wanted this baby so much.”
“Listen to me,” I look up as Hammer takes a seat closer to me on the bed in which I'm sitting. “This baby,” he says while placing his hand on my swollen stomach again, “Is fine. Just lazy like his or her daddy used to be when he was a little boy.”
“I'm so scared,” I whisper. Hammer shakes his head, moves closer, grabs the back of my head and pulls me against his chest. He's never held me before. Never once even tried, but here he is holding me close to him, soothing my tears and telling me everything will be okay. I hope and pray that it is.
“Where's Jett? He should have been here by now.”
“He'll be here soon.” Somehow, I don't believe him.
The door suddenly bursts open. I break from Hammer and look up at the man now standing just inches away from the two of us. The man who looks so different from the man I knew as a little girl. His eyes travel between the two of us. Shocked no doubt at seeing us together. “Papa.”
Chapter Eighteen
Jett
Man, it's been a long day. All I want is to get into the house and climb into bed with my wife. I want to feel her curves against me, her sweet, hot pussy in my hands, against my mouth. I want to sink my aching cock in... Wait, the house is dark, quiet. She's probably asleep. Little early, but I guess she tires easily these days
It looks like sex is out of the window tonight. Not that I should be complaining, she was like a nymphomaniac last night. Wouldn't stop until I'd fucked her three times. I have no idea how she got the stamina being six months pregnant, but then it's not like I gave her much choice. She may have been the one who initiated sex in the kitchen, then in the shower, but I was the one who wanted to make love to her.
Not that I'm complaining. Don't think my damn cock would've quit until I'd taken her repeatedly.
I would be a liar if I said I hadn't worried about her all day. There was something up this morning. She wouldn't tell me what, no matter how many times I asked. Although, she did seem happier when I left her. However, I don't know if that was to sate me so I wouldn't worry.
I didn't mean to be so damn late home, but I had to go out of town to be there for the damn handover. The Prez couldn't be there, so as VP it was down to me to make sure nothing went wrong. Weapons aren't something you want the cops getting a sniff of, prison ain't something any of us want either. Although, it's something one or two of my men have dealt with in the past.
Luckily for them, it wasn't for anything as serious as murder.
As we don't deal in drugs – my father doesn't believe in that crap, and Vidal would kill anybody who brought drugs into “His” city, even though I doubt a mafia Don wouldn't be pushing drugs, those fuckers push everything, guns it is.
Hawk and Trace did well today. Not that they don't always, but Trace has been in my bad books for a long time, ever since he cheated on Willow and humiliated her in our damn clubhouse. She caught him fuckin' one of the club whores, not a care in the world for the fact Willow was in the same building. Hell, he must have had a death-wish, Shepard was in the building!
Motherfucker was lucky to be alive after I found out what he'd done. If it wasn't for Willow telling me that even though he hurt her, she didn't want me to beat him to death because still cared about him, they were friends, always would be, and that she'd been in love with Hammer so long she felt like she cheated on Trace first, I would've killed him.
Whatever, it was her life, who was I to get involved? I wanted her happy, and besides, my father dealt with Trace. All's well that ends well, or whatever the fuck the saying is.
Prez was pleased with the stack of cash we came back with tonight. The thing about Trace is that he's got a gift when it comes to conning more money out of people, even when the deal has already been made. He even talked the boss of the Russian mafia into paying twice what he initially offered for a specialist war grenade Hammer had somehow gotten his hands on.
Okay, he took it from a bunch of assholes who were planning an attack on the White House. They would've succeeded too if it wasn't for the fact one of them had loose lips when he was drunk.
Hammer was in Washington on business for the club. He met the jerkoff in a bar, found out the info he needed. Singlehandedly killed those involved and took everything from the warehouse, and there was a lot of fuckin' weapons. Made us millions. Literally. The club needed that money. It's kept us in good stead for quite some time.
Trace somehow talked those assholes tonight into doubling our payment. I don't even know how the fuck he does it. Makes it sound like their idea. Men of honor follow through with what they've said, every damn time. Lucky for us.
Maria's not in our room, nor the bathroom. She's not downstairs either. Where the fuck is she? She knows not to leave the house when it's dark. She's not a prisoner, but I won't risk anything happening to her. She's the wife of a biker, and the sister of a mafia Don, anything could happen to her out there. Any cunt could grab her just to get at Draven or me.
All of her things are still here so I know she hasn't left me.
Why the fuck would I even be thinking something like that anyway? We've been fucking good together. There's no reason for her to leave. Not that I wouldn't follow her to the ends of the fucking earth if she did. She's mine and always will be.
I grab my bike keys so I can go in search of her when the door knocks. Who the fuck is knocking my door at this hour?
“Open the fuckin’ door, Jett. I know you're home, your bikes outside.” Fuckin’ Tank. What the hell does he want at 10 PM?
I open the door with a raised eyebrow, ready to give him shit, but I don't get the chance. “We've all been trying to get hold of you! Your wife is in the hospital!”
“What the hell?!” I bellow so loudly it echoes off the wall across the street
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“Something's wrong with the baby. She needs you. Come on.” Without another word, I'm out of there. I don't need to wait for him. I know how to make my damn way to the hospital.
Fuck, I hope she's okay, that the baby is okay. I should have been home with her. I shouldn't have taken off to help with that damn handover! If anything happens to her or the baby, I will never forgive my father for making me go!
I race down the halls of the hospital toward my father as he waits outside what I think might be Maria's room. I can't believe he's here when it should have been me! “Where is she?”
“She's in there.” My dad tips his head towards the door I guessed was Maria's room. I move to take a step in that direction, my father stops me, grabbing my arm. “Hammer's with her.”
“Why?” I almost break my damn teeth grinding them in anger.
“Because he's the only one she could get in contact with!” He hisses back at me. “There's someone else in there. Someone who refuses to leave.”
“Who?”
“Her father.” I hiss out a shit while raking my fingers through my hair. That man is the last I expected to come sniffing around. “Draven has been informed. He's on his way. Son,” He grabs my arm again. “Hell is going to break loose. We need to get Joseph away from Maria. She doesn't need this stress right now. If Draven arrives and that man is in there with her, he will...” He stops, breathes deeply and shoots me a look of, you know what I'm trying to say.
I do. Draven will kill his own father.
“What about Hammer?” Draven isn't the only one who'll kill the man.
“That's what I'm worried about.”
Chapter Nineteen
Maria