“Liam, please give it to me.” Are the first words I hear and come to a screeching halt.
What the fuck?
“No. You can stop calling me Liam. You don’t have the right,” Blaze snaps.
“Liam, you know you want to just stick it in and fuck me,” I recognized the voice and I swear red fills my vision.
Dixie is here. In our house.
Quietly shutting the door, I make my way toward the voices on silent feet. I don’t want them to know I’m here yet. Blaze took her to the doctor this afternoon for her appointment, but I don’t understand why he’d bring her here.
“I’m not doing it Dixie so quit trying.”
Doing what?
Peeking around the door, I find Blaze standing in front of the door to the bathroom in nothing but a towel, his body still wet. Pure anger fills me at the sight of Dixie naked with her legs spread. One hand resting on her stomach the other playing with herself.
“But you loved doing it before. I’m horny and it’s just you and me here. Let’s have some fun. Please. I’m so wet and I can see your cock wants in my pussy,” Dixie purrs. My gaze follows hers to see her eyes are indeed on the area of the towel sticking up with Blaze’s hard-on.
Oh hell no. I’m not about to stand here and listen to this shit.
Stepping into view, I cross my arms over my chest. “Yes, why don’t you fuck the skank. As she said your cock seems to want in her pussy. Have at it. I’m gone.”
With that I turn and run out of the house, Blaze yelling my name.
I don’t care. I need to be away from him before I end up doing something that I’ll regret later.
Climbing in my car, I shove the key in my ignition and slam the thing in reverse. Ignoring the man running out of the house in just a towel.
Driving around aimlessly, I ponder where to go from here.
After seeing that bitch in my bed, I want that thing burned. Hell, I want all my possessions I care about out of that house and to burn it to the ground. I want the vision of Dixie’s twat out of my head. Then of course the hard-on Blaze had from seeing the woman’s body.
Questions swirl around in my head on repeat. Why was she in my bed? What was Blaze doing in a towel? Were they fucking behind my back?
No, Blaze wouldn’t do that to me. Not after everything he’s said to me. Right?
Sucking in a shuddering breath, I try to calm down. I don’t want to be the untrusting wife. But what I walked in on was pretty damning for him.
“Don’t not listen to me Raven. I’ve seen it. The darkness. It’s coming and you can’t do anything to stop it. You must be prepared. Not just for yourself but for those around you. The young are vulnerable and need to be protected no matter the vile that surrounds them.”
My mom’s words pop back in my head. Was this what she saw? I don’t know and it’s not like if I called, she’d tell me. Nope she’s cryptic about all this shit.
Fuck why does life have to be so damn hard.
Chapter Thirteen
Blaze
I’m gonna kill the bitch. I swear to fuck I am. First, she wanted to act all needy and in tears at the doctor’s office now this shit. Alverez had stated Dixie’s blood pressure was a little concerning and wanted Raven and I to keep a close eye on her.
After the bullshit with the whole situation I’ve forced Dixie to switch doctors. Wanting her with one who I could trust not to try to screw me over. Besides, I’d been going to each appointment because it was my blood she was carrying.
My little brother.
I still can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact I’m about to have a sibling who will be thirty some years younger than me. So when the Doc told me to make sure Dixie got lots of rest and nothing stressed her out for the sake of the baby I did what I thought was best and put her in the guest room at mine and Raven’s house.
I’ll admit now it was a stupid move on my part to do it without talking to Raven, but fuck what was I supposed to do. It’s my family she’s carrying, he’s innocent in all this.
Since the moment I found out about this kid I’ve had nightmares almost daily of the day I lost Laura. This is a chance to make sure nothing happens again to another child with my blood in it. Even if it’s not mine. It is my father’s. It is my brother.
Raven and I talked about what we should do a few times, but each time I mentioned joint custody with Dixie I knew it hurt my woman. However, I also knew she’d never do anything to keep the child from being with us knowing we’d have to deal with the bitch from hell.
I fucked up royally this time though.
I should’ve gone to the clubhouse and just waited until my Little Bird got home. Instead what do I do, listen to Dixie complain about being tired and how being at the clubhouse stresses her out. She’d claimed all she wanted to do was take a nap without hearing the clubwhores talking about who they were gonna fuck or suck.
So, I’d brought her home with me, put her in the guest room, and gone to take a shower. When I’d come out the conniving bitch was in the middle of our bed with her legs spread wide and she’d been finger fuckin’ herself.
I swear the bitch timed everything just right somehow and Raven walked in to find me with a wood staring at a naked woman in our bed. What she needs to understand though is just because my cock stiffened at the sight of a pussy doesn’t mean I want to fuck it. I’m not that much of an asshole.
I’d never cheat on her the way Rissa did me.
No fuckin’ way.
Now I’ve got to find my woman and make things right since instead of doing what I’d have thought she’d do; my Little Bird ran. That’s not like her.
After draggin’ Dixie out of my room and to the guest room, I slammed the door before stalking to mine to quickly get dressed. I snatch my phone up and dial Cane’s number. I need him to come watch this stupid whore before I do something I’ll regret later.
“Hello,” Cane mutters into the phone.
“Get to my place. Need you to watch over Dixie. Don’t let her out of your sight,” I order. For a prospect Cane does everything he’s told to do without complaint. Him and Neo both deserve to get their patch and should be up for vote when we have church next week.
“On the way,” he states before disconnecting.
“Liam, please talk to me,” Dixie cries from the door to her room. Glancing up I find she’s had the common sense to put some damn clothes back on.
“One, don’t fuckin’ call me Liam. Two, you fucked up by trying that shit with me. I don’t want your skank ass and I sure as hell wouldn’t stick my cock back into something my father has had. Three, you’ll be lucky if I can work things out with my ol’ lady because of this shit,” I snarl.
“But she can’t give you what I can. I have your family growing inside me. We could make something real between us. I know we can Liam. Please give us a chance.” The tears are pouring down her cheeks as she steps closer to me.
“Not happenin’ Dixie. I’m fuckin’ married to my ol’ lady. A woman with more balls to walk away from a confrontation with your ass than deal with you while she’s as pissed as she is. Don’t think she won’t be back to deal with your ass. I know my woman and I know what she’s fuckin’ capable of. Do not tell me what she can and cannot give me. Because she gives me the one thing no whore like you can. Partnership.” I sneer, curling my lip up at her.