Page 10 of Filthy Secret

“No shit?”

King leans forward, placing his hand on the center of my chest. “No fuckin’ shit. A boy. Fucking unbelievable.”

Smiling, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and pull him forward slightly until our foreheads touch.

“It’s wonderful, brother. I’m happy as fuck for you.”

“A boy,” he rasps. “Fuck.”

Chuckling, I release my grasp on him and shift my attention down to Shawn, who is watching us with big eyes and a wide smile. “Happy as fuck for you, too, babe.”

She nods her head, then throws her arms around me. I can feel said baby bump against my stomach, and I don’t know why, but it makes me feel some kind of way. I’m not sure how, so I brush it off, pushing it back down to the pit of my stomach as she releases me.

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited and nervous at the same time,” she says as she wipes the wetness from her eyes.

“It’s all good,” I murmur.

They leave a few moments later and make their rounds to tell everyone the news. It’s great fuckin’ news, too. I am happy for them. We haven’t had any babies around the clubhouse since we were babies ourselves.

“You okay over here all by yourself?” Vixen purrs.

Reaching out for her, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. “I’m better now that you’re here. Let’s get fucking wasted,” I murmur.

And that’s what the fuck I do.

I get wasted with Vixen, and then we fuck. It’s sexy as fuck. It’s hot and dirty. It’s sweaty and real. I’ve been with her dozens of times. I like her because she’s low drama and a great time, open to anything and everything.

Except when we’re finished, I feel guilt climb up my throat and threaten to choke me. Rolling onto my side, I reach for my sleeping aids and take a few with half a highball of whiskey next to me.

Vixen is passed the fuck out, her bare tits on display, her arm slung over her eyes, and her legs open, showing me every fucking inch of her body. Even though I came less than an hour ago, the sight should make my cock twitch, but it doesn’t.

I can’t stop feeling disgusted with myself and sick to my stomach. Everything in my life is going perfectly, it’s goddamn fantastic, and yet I hate myself. I’ve let Ryan walk away again. I didn’t even try to stop her. I told her that I wanted her to do something that I knew she wouldn’t, just to be a dick.

The sleeping pills start to take over, and my eyelids flutter closed. I hear a faint buzzing in the background, but I have no clue what it is, and even if I want to try and find it, my eyes are closing without my control, and I slip into sleep.

RYAN

There is a loud moaning sound in the background. I don’t know what it is, but it’s annoying as hell. As I try to open my eyes, the sound grows louder, and I realize it’s me who’s making the offending noise. My eyes don’t open, no matter how hard I try.

Letting out a breath, I listen intently for noises around me. I hear beeping, and when I relax my body, I can feel something cold sliding through my veins. I’m lying down, but past that, I don’t know much.

I must be in a hospital. I don’t know why I’m here, so instead of trying to open my eyes, I keep them closed as I replay the events that I do remember from last night in my head. I tucked Adam into bed, then I decided I was going to call Atomic and beg.

My breathing starts to come out in heavy pants as I remember my front door being kicked open and Golden Joker standing right there in front of me. I hear a woman’s voice in the background, but it sounds like an echo that is far away.

There is some commotion in the distance, but I can’t hear any details over the heavy panting coming from my mouth and the roaring in my ears. Then, as if a flip has been switched, I feel like I’m floating.

A few moments later, I finally hear someone’s voice. I don’t recognize it at all, but it’s soothing. “There, there. It’s all going to be okay, hon. Just breathe and get some sleep.” There is a moment of silence before that same voice speaks again. “She’s going to be okay. She’s just scared because she can’t open her eyes. It’s unsettling not to be able to see.”

Then there is nothingness because I drift off into sleep. Aided sleep, but sleep.

I’m not sure how long I’m out, but when my body jumps, I’m able to crack my eyes open. It’s bright in the room, so I close them again, and before I can call out to whoever could possibly be in the room, I hear a deep voice.

A roaring, deep voice.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” It roars. My heart starts racing again, and I’m given whatever it was that I had earlier.

Everything goes dark.

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