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right now his happiness it being threatened. I can fix this for my brother, do you understand?
How long? Her voice trembles with her question. She s so fuckin strong but what it all boils
down to is that I m her weakness and she is mine.
A week tops. You know me baby, your man gets shit done fast, I chuckle, trying to lighten the
mood. She nods and I can see everything that s rippin through her mind fly across her eyes as they
continue to search mine. I ve gotta call chapel and get shit in order. Do you think you can handle
packin your husband s shit?
Yeah, where do you keep your saddle bag? She asks, pulling away from me.
In my old room in the closet, bottom right corner.
She smiles slowly and takes off to grab it before turning around in thought.
What sorta things should I pack? Clothes wise?
I narrow my eyes. Dark shit I can burn before comin home. Angel?
Yeah?
I love you.
I love you, too. Go handle the brothers while I act all domestic and shit.
I shake my head laughing. She s back. She s done wallowing. Fuckin love the shit outta my
wife. My laughing stops as I watch her walk away. I swear to fuckin all hell in back my brothers
better not let even a fly so much as land on her while I m gone.
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ZZ
I fucked up. It s been weeks since Storm, and I fucked. Shit s just now getting better. I m still
fucking angry at myself for slipping up. I almost lost her and our friendship, over what? A fantastic
fuck? No matter how good it was, it s not worth losing her over. My brain is on over drive now that I
know I m gonna be constantly around her because Braxxon just took off to help a buddy out. Yep,
right in the middle of a fucking lockdown his ass just took off. So now, all of us brothers are on
women watch duty. I don t know what s going on with me. Ain t nothin I do sittin right. I snort a little
coke, nope that don t help. Drink a little whiskey, nope that definitely don t help. What s left for me to
do to get back to who I was? Maybe fuckin? I ve never went weeks without sex. Maybe that s it?
Maybe I need to try and rectify this shit&
Chapter 17
Storm
I m putting away a case of tequila when Winter comes barreling into the storeroom of Club
Sated.
I m goin nuts Storm, like fuckin nuts. It s been three fuckin days. I just want him home
already.
I stand up straight and lean against one of racks. He s Braxx. Badass mofo. He ll be back in a
few days. No need to worry about him.
I giggle, turning around to finish stocking the alcohol.
It s not just that. I m ovulating, and he s not here to get me knocked up.
At the words knocked up, the bottle in my hands slips, shattering all over the floor.
Storm?
Fuck!
I walk over to get the dustpan and broom. We keep spares in here because a broken bottle or
two happens about once a week.
What was that about? Winter asks slowly.
I start sweeping the wet broken glass into the dustpan and answer her question lightly. I m
pregnant.
WHAT?
I sigh, looking up from the mess I made. I m pregnant. We didn t use a condom. I took a shit
load of tests. All positive. I have a bun in the oven.
How& how do you feel about that?
My entire body slumps using the broom as a crutch.
Fuckin scared shitless. How fuckin cliché , we don t use a condom our one and only time, and
here I am gonna be spitting out a baby in like eight months.
Does he know?
I laugh. Of course, I fuckin laugh. Does he know? Fuck no he doesn t know, and I don t wanna
tell him either. We just started talkin again. I m tired of losing him. So I answer truthfully and shake
my head no as I stand and finish cleaning up my mess.
You need to tell him.
Why, so he can hide from me again? I say sarcastically as I walk the dustpan over to the
storage room trash.
No. Because he s the damn father. That s why. You can t hide that shit from the man; it s
wrong on so many fuckin levels Storm. So, so fuckin wrong. Give the man the benefit of the doubt. He
might surprise you.
You think?
I m surprised those are the words that come out of my mouth.
Yep. She smiles.
Who's on Storm duty? I ask, putting the broom and dustpan up.
Storm duty, Winter duty and so on, is the brothers that cover our small outings. We aren t
allowed to leave without a few brothers with us or following us.
Tonight, going home you have Rap, Shadow, and Smokey.
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