Page 56 of These Deadly Vows

“Which color do you think he’ll like?”

“Just pick something,” Axe barks at me.

“Someone’s testy.”

“Woman, we’ve looked at every style in here five times. Nothing new is going to appear.”

“Fine,” I snap, but hold up two more as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

My cell phone vibrates with a text.

Carla: Bitch! Call me back.

Axe pushes the cart, grabbing what looks like the most random junk off the shelves while I text.

Adeline: Can’t really talk right now. I’m in a Target. Shopping for a thing.

Carla: What thing?

Adeline: Something for the club. I don’t know the details.

Carla: Look at you doing wifey shit. Can I come to this thing? When is it?

Adeline: Not sure. I’ll ask when I see my husband.

I smile at the thought of my broody man.

Carla: Well, let me know. Capone is a dickhead. BTW.

Adeline: You knew that before you climbed on his motorcycle. What did he do?

Carla: I don’t want to talk about it through text. We should have a girl’s night like we used to. Junk food and cheesy romance flicks. Face masks and painting our toes.

Adeline: I’ll text you once I’m back at the apartment. I don’t know if I have plans yet.

Carla: Ugh. FINNEEEEE. But I want it noted that we haven’t had a night like that in forever.

Adeline: You’re so dramatic. We hung out before you went on your trip.

Carla: Yeah, but now all your time is wrapped up in your bikerhole hubby.

Adeline: We double dated a few days ago.

Carla: Honey, that was last week.

I blink. Her response catches me off guard. Was it a week ago? The days have been blurring together. Lorenzo has been keeping me busy and sleep deprived. Most nights he gets in after I’m asleep, but he likes to wake me up with either his tongue, fingers, or cock inside me and I’m not complaining.

I glance at Axe and notice him staring at me.

“What?”

“Figured you’d know which to get.”

I look to the shelf he motions toward.

Pregnancy tests.

My stomach plummets to my feet.

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