Kitty Kitty (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 5)

Johnny was right, too.

My mom came to a sudden, jarring stop only a few feet behind my dad and Sin.

My dad turned to look at my mom, obviously knowing she was there despite her not making any sound, and frowned at her.

He said something we were too far away to hear, and my mom responded, pointing at Sin.

Sin slowly spun, his face confused, and he felt his ass where the photo of our baby was located.

A photo that he’d literally taken everywhere with him since he’d gotten it and winced.

His eyes met mine over the top of my mother’s head, and I shrugged.

He blew out a breath, and then pulled the paper around to the front, holding it out on the palm of his hand so that my mother could see it.

She gasped, her hand going to her heart, and then she turned to look for me.

“Shit,” I grumbled as our eyes finally met.

“How could you not tell me?!” she cried out loudly over the crowd.

I sighed, then yelled, “I was going to tell you, but you got called away to deal with a cake right when I was getting to the other news.”

My father’s gaze wasn’t on me, though. It was on Sin. And he looked pissed.

Pissed as hell.

“That’s my baby girl, man,” Dad said.

Then things went to shit.

My brother left us to go help control the situation. My grandfather, and all five of my pseudo-uncles joined in, and Sin looked unaffected.

Which only served to piss off the Wardens more.

Son of a bitch.

“This is fun,” I grumbled, then started marching their way.

My mother had the sonogram photo in her hand and she was crying, hopefully happy tears.

But I didn’t stop to talk to her. I went right up to my father, poked my finger into my father’s massive barrel chest, and said, “Leave him alone. I love him.”

My father’s eyes didn’t meet mine for a long moment, and when they did, it was only because Sin had me around the waist and he was pulling me back, placing me against the wall, and physically blocking my body with the rest of his body.

That’s when my brother started to laugh.

“They’d never hurt her.”

I watched as Sin’s shoulder went up and down as if he was uncaring about my brother’s words. As if he wasn’t sure what my father would do.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” he admitted. “She’s mine, she’s pregnant, and she doesn’t need to be getting in the middle of this.”

I watched what I could over Sin’s shoulder which, admittedly, wasn’t much.

I saw the top of my dad’s head. His eyebrows skyrocketed to his hairline, and the man that had always been my hero said, “My son’s right, we would never hurt her.”

“So is it a boy or a girl?” I heard my mother call out.

And the moment, the tension, finally dissipated.

“We don’t know,” Sin finally answered, not moving his head or his body from his protective position. “Probably not gonna find out, either. If I have my way, anyway. I want it to be a surprise. That way the day of, everyone has to fuckin’ wait to hear what it is from me. I’m sure she’ll want you to be there, though. But the rest of you assholes will have to wait in the waiting room on pins and fuckin’ needles for information. And dependin’ on how this night goes… I might make you wait a couple of extra hours.”

I could practically feel my face splitting as a wide grin took it over.

“That’s just cold,” I heard one of my aunts say. “The boy sure knows what he’s doing.”

That’s when my grandfather started to laugh. “Never had trouble getting information in my life. Won’t fuckin’ start with you. Baby, get my granddaughter inside.”

CHAPTER 14

You should ask her if she gained weight, that way she knows you’re paying attention to her.

-Advice Sin will never take

SIN

I watched as a group of ladies pulled my girl inside and out of this fuckin’ mess where she belonged.

Then I looked back at the bunch of angry bikers that were standing in front of me.

There were a whole lot of them.

Nine to be specific.

Sure, a few of them were older, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t mean a damn thing in the grand scheme of things.

With nothing else to do, I started to shrug my vest off.

Then my shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the big mean one with the scar asked from practically the second row.

I tossed my shirt and my cut on the ground behind me before I started on my work boots.

Once I had those kicked off and out of my way so I wouldn’t trip on them if and when I started to move, I started on my pants.

“No, really. What the fuck are you doing?” Johnny asked as he watched me divest myself of my pants.