“What the hell woman?” Bear demands.
“Hey, I thought you weren’t gonna talk,” Momma B remarks as she slaps his arm.
“I wasn’t but Rachel should hear this. Stoney would never and I mean never leave you. The man is a goner over you. I know what that dickhead did to you and how he made you feel but don’t let what he did to you cloud your judgement with your ol’ man,” Bear states.
“I have to agree with Bear. I may not know what happened, but I can sense just how much that man loves you. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize losing you. Every time I’ve been around him any time your name is mentioned or when you’re around a wave of warmth rolls off of him and I know that you two were meant to be together. He’s your soul just as you are his.” I bite my cheek to keep from saying anything further as four sets of eyes look at me.
Shit now they’re all going to think I’m a freak. Well besides Vicky.
Good going Raven.
Chapter Eight
Blaze
If this day gets any worse, I’m going to end up killing someone. That’s no joke. It all started out great. I’d woken up to the woman who holds my heart only to have it turn to shit because of a fuckin’ clubwhore.
I don’t know what game she’s trying to play claiming I’m the father of her child. If that were the case, she’d have come to me a hell of a lot sooner. Granted I’d still deny the shit out of it. Instead Dixie waits until she’s showing and weeks from popping to come to the club to stir up trouble.
On top of all this shit I still have to make sure the shipment that’s to go to Hammer’s club is ready to go by the weekend. Neither of our clubs want or need trouble so making sure everything is accounted for is a top priority right now.
I need my head in the game right now and not worrying about if I’m the father of some bitch’s kid. That’s why I’m believing in Raven’s gift. She’s certain as hell that I’m not the father of Dixie’s child.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I park my bike next to Tracker’s as he and Stoney do the same and shut the motor off.
“You think Dixie’s still alive in there?” Tracker grins, still sitting as I swing my leg over to stand next to my bike.
“Shit, I didn’t even think of that,” Stoney chuckles. “Maybe your ol’ lady will have taken care of your problem while we were gone.”
Throwing my head back I laugh for the first time since this morning when I’d been in bed with Raven. “Yeah, I’m sure if the bitch wasn’t pregnant, she’d be dead already. My ol’ lady wouldn’t want to harm a child no matter how much she wants the mother’s head.”
“These women are scary as hell. I still can’t get over how we all thought Victoria was this sweet, shy, stick to herself kind of woman,” Ranger chortles.
“Don’t even remind me of that shit,” Tracker grumbles.
Shaking my head, still grinning, I head for the door ready to see Raven. Unlike Tracker’s ol’ lady Raven never played down who she really was. Sure, her secrets were well kept and still are. I’ll find out everything there is to know about her one day. But that’s what being married is about. Being with the one person you want to know everything about yet find out something new every day about them as well.
Might make me sound like a fuckin’ pussy but I honestly don’t give a fuck. For once I’m going to go for what the hell I want and not give a damn about the repercussions.
I’d done the right thing once and was burned in the end. Maybe what they say about Raven’s mom is right and she can heal a person’s soul. It just took me a while to realize it and finally pull my head out of my ass where my woman is concerned.
Now it’s only a matter of fighting to keep her as mine when she goes to flee. My Little Bird is like the very raven she’s named for. Sleek, smart, all seeing. Only difference is she’s more beautiful with her majestic eyes.
Opening the door to the clubhouse, I step inside and scan the room for my woman as I inwardly slap myself. Time to stop with the puppy love bullshit going around in my head. Right now, isn’t the time to act all sappy.
No, it’s time to be the man I was named for, Blaze.
Spotting Raven sitting at a table with Tracker and Stoney’s ol’ ladies, I head in her direction. Dixie intercepts me by stepping in front of me.
“Blaze, please believe me. This baby is yours,” she says with tears in her eyes as she grabs my hand and places it against her stomach right as there’s movement.
Motherfucker.
Wrenching my hand away, I narrow my gaze on Dixie. “Don’t ever touch me again bitch. Until the test proves otherwise that kid ain’t mine. Even if it were, you’d be in for a fight. There’s no way I’d let a clubwhore raise my kid. Now get the fuck away from me.”
“But Blaze, please,” she whines.
“Didn’t you just hear my husband tell you to back off,” Raven snaps from behind Dixie causing the woman to turn toward her.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with you bitch,” Dixie sneers stepping backward.
“Seriously, this again,” Raven says, crossing her arms over her chest. “Didn’t we establish earlier that if it has to do with my husband it has to do with me?”
Damn my Little Bird is starting to get pissed if the color of her cheeks is anything to go by.
“You may be his wife, but I’m carrying his child. And that bitch, is between him and myself,” Dixie declares as she steps back even further until she’s pressing herself against my side.
Annoyed by this, I step aside and move to wrap my arms around Raven. Tilting my head, I press a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey, Little Bird.”
“Hey sweetheart,” my woman says sweetly. Only when she tilts her head up to meet my gaze, I can see the turmoil of emotions.
“You ready to go?” I ask, more than ready to get Raven home and to myself for the rest of the day. I mean her and I have only been married a couple hours and all hell has broken loose thanks to Dixie.
“Yeah whenever you are. Until those results show that baby is yours, which by the way it won’t, you don’t need to deal with her,” Raven says as she throws her head in Dixie’s direction.
“Excuse me, I’m standing right here,” Dixie snaps.
“How can I forget when I can smell the stench of skank lingering all around you? Oh, and let’s not forget the fact the deception that’s just rolling off of you as you try to con your way into my man’s life. Bitch please, that shit ain’t gonna fly with me. Go find that baby’s real father because the moment it’s born, you’re dead. A target has been set on you.” With that Raven curls her lip once more before walking away.
Oh, she’s more than pissed. The Dark Spirit in her is out for blood.
Chapter Nine
Raven
The bitch was fuckin’ dead. Soon as that baby pops out, I’m taking her life. I may have been in shock this morning when I realized I’d married Blaze on a drunken whim, but I’ve decided to give us a chance.