“Does K-9 know she moved?” Twister asks, quirking a brow.
“Don’t think so. I’m not getting in the middle of that shitshow either,” I grumble with a shake of my head.
Chuckling, Twister picks up the beer the prospect places in front of him, tilts the lip of it to me for a brief second before bringing it to his mouth. He takes a long pull of the cold brew, sets the bottle down in front of him, and grins at me. “This is going to be entertaining when he finds out.”
“Not getting in the middle of it.” I don’t intend to, at least. Honestly, I swear the two of them need a fuckin’ push to get it together and finally get over their guilt.
“Get that. Now what the fuck else is going on with you?” Twister demands, calling me out on not telling him.
“Kenzie’s pregnant,” I say, the words seeming faint as they slip from my mouth. We never used condoms, but she was on birth control. I get nothing is fully effective, but still finding out she’s pregnant freaks me the hell out. I lost my dad when I was still a kid. I don’t know how to be a dad. Being an awesome uncle is different. I can do that. It’s easy. When it comes to being a dad, I’m not sure if I can do it.
“Congrats, brother, but you don’t seem happy about it.”
No shit.
“I don’t think I can be a dad,” I confess.
“Brother, you’re gonna be a great dad. Once the shock of it all wears off, you’ll see. When Izzy was carrying my Mercy, I freaked the hell out more than once. Like you, I lost my folks. I wasn’t as young as you were, but all the same, I lost them. Trust me when I say there’s plenty of times, I wish I could call up my dad and ask him for advice about what I’m doing.”
Fuck if that doesn’t make me feel better.
Twister’s phone rings as I go to respond, and close my mouth so he can answer. “Yeah.” I wait for him to get off the phone, seeing the tension building within my Prez as he finishes the call. From the short one-sided version I got, it’s not good.
Keeping an eye on him I climb off the barstool—I move when he does. Twister slides his phone in his pocket and roars throughout the club’s main room. “CHURCH.”
Shit, this can’t be good.
Heading in that direction, I feel a sense of peace after Twister’s and my talk. I can at least be happy knowing I’m not the only one. I love my woman more than anything and her having my child means everything to me.
Twister
Finding out my brothers were ambushed on what should have been a typical run pisses me the fuck off. I’m grateful no one was severely hurt. K-9 is the only one to end up with a flesh wound.
Fuckin’ K-9. He’s a damn good brother and friend. The man’s also been through hell. Between his time in the Army, losing his brothers at arms, and then coming home to lose his blood brother, it’s too much for even the strongest of men. It’s why K-9 is pushing Anabelle away the way he is. He wants to blame her for something she couldn’t control, the same way Izzy had blamed herself for what happened to her brother.
Closing my eyes, I clear my head of all else, but the task at hand. I have a rat amongst us, and I need to find out who before someone else gets hurt. Or worse, dead.
K-9
I’m fuckin’ pissed by the time we get back to the clubhouse. It’s been one hell of a day to start the week.
Jordan quickly cleaned my arm up, stitches and all.
Twister had called church earlier, and the brothers who were here sat in on the meet with him while the rest of us rode home. Upon entering the clubhouse, my Prez ordered me to get cleaned up. He knows the type of man I am, and I wouldn’t have done it until I knew everything is good.
With my arm stitched up and having a shower to clean the sweaty grime from my body, I make my way back into the main room of the clubhouse to find out what’s going to happen next. Then I need to get a hold of Anabelle, because she never fuckin’ texted me back. With it being as late as it is, I doubt she’s even awake now. She’s working twelve-hour shifts at the hospital, and it’s going to be hard to catch up with her until she’s got a day off. Which when I saw her schedule at my brothers’ house, she should be off in a couple of days.
Anabelle’s in for a rude awakening if she thinks I’m going to allow her to ignore me. The woman is insufferable enough to the point I can’t get her out of my fuckin’ head. I don’t even think the club whores would be able to help me tonight.
Chapter Six
Anabelle
Finally, having a day off from being on twelve-hour shifts the past several days, I’m more than ready to just slink around the house and relax. I don’t want to do anything, but spend time with my son. Only Mackenzie had called wanting us to go out to the mall.
I took a look at my bank account this morning to double-check all of my bills were paid. It’s not that I don’t have money. I do. I just don’t want to dip into it. I’m saving it for when I really need it later in life.
“Mommy,” Derick calls from the living room.
I pour my coffee and look in Derick’s direction. “What can I do for you, O Mighty One?” I ask, making him giggle.
“Mommy, I’m not O Mighty One. I’m King of the Dinosaurs,” he announces.
“Well then, mister, what can I do for you, my king?” I smile at him and do my best not to laugh.
“Can we go see Uncle K-9?”
“Why do you want to go see your Uncle K-9?”
“Because I miss him.”
My heart aches for him when he says this. I don’t want him to have to miss anyone. I’ve yet to talk to K-9 since getting Derick back.
“How about I text him to see if he’s busy later?” I offer. “We’re going to go off with Aunt Kenzie in just a little while. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
He screws up his nose. “Are we going shopping?” Like the typical male species, he doesn’t like shopping. That is unless it’s for toys.
“We are, but what if after shopping, we get something to eat and watch a movie?” I suggest, hoping to make the fact he’s going shopping with me easier to take.
“Can we go to the park and get ice cream?” he barters.
Smiling at him, I nod. “I think we could do that.”
“Yay, ice cream,” he yells gleefully.
I giggle and go back to my coffee. I take a sip and pull up my text messages on my phone. Already there’s one from K-9 this morning, because, of course, he knows my schedule better than I do. Opening it up, I read:
K-9: You haven’t responded to my text. We need to talk. I know you have the next two days off. You don’t call me today; I’m going to make you wish you did come tomorrow.
Oh boy.
K-9 isn’t happy. That’s for sure.
But honestly, I don’t care. He can go somewhere else with his broody self. I’m not putting up with it anymore.
Okay, so maybe I should be nice and at least text him and let him know I’ve moved. Then again, I’ve already told his parents. They can tell him if they want to. Otherwise, K-9 can wait to find out when I decide to tell him. I know it’s me being a chicken and not wanting to face him or his anger.