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The only thing that pulls my eyes away from Dart is Trap, who violently stands up from the chair and crosses his arms, bracing himself for whatever Dart might say. His eyes are on fire.

“I’m really sorry, Meredith,” Dart says, “but it’s about your father.”

“Did something happen to him…?” I ask. Something tells me I should know better than that, but it seems like the appropriate thing to say. The reality is that men like my father don’t ever seem to come up on the losing side. They stick around forever, long enough to cause enough issues for everyone around them.

“Something could happen to him soon enough, but he’s not who I’m concerned about right now. He’s racked up thousands…millions…in debts. He’ll never pay them back. Not anytime soon…and the Bratva aren’t playing around this time. They want to hit him right in the jugular.”

“So, they’re gonna come after me? Again?”

“Except the stakes have never been higher,” Grizzly chimes in. “They can’t afford to not make a statement and send a real message to your father. Even if they never get all their money, they’ll get every penny they can. And they’ll use you as collateral every step of the way.”

“It’s not enough for one person to stay here tonight,” Dart says. “We’ll need round-the-clock surveillance. Maybe someone can stay outside the hospital doors. Keep an eye on who might be coming and going, monitoring for anything suspicious. Someone outside the door. Someone in here.”

“I’ll stay in here,” Trap says. “I won’t be sleeping anyway.”

“Okay, that puts Dart at the door. I’ll do surveillance outside the hospital.”

“And me?” Harlow asks. “I can’t just walk out of this hospital now feeling safe.”

“No,” Grizzly says, “You’re right. I think you should be picked up. Everyone in the club should be warned about what’s going on and keep a close watch over your property. We’ll need to secure a safe house. And Dart, you’ll need to help me get more men together.”

“We probably should have had a whole army in place before,” Trap says. Nothing seems to be snapping him out of this attitude of his. “I mean, look at her. We’re only doing something about all of this now?”

“I get you’re upset, Trap,” Grizzly responds. “We all are. But you bring up a good point. We’re going to need more than men to help make sure things are okay. I think you should talk to the hospital staff about arranging a nurse to be in charge of taking care of her after we arrive at the safe house.”

“The doctor said he’ll take another look at her tomorrow. We can’t assume she isn’t going to be alright. She’s going to be alright.”

“Eventually, yes,” Dart adds in, backing Grizzly up. “But Grizzly is right. We can’t be too careful or too proactive. We should cover all of our bases.”

“Fine,” Trap grumbles, uncrossing his arms and sticking his hands in his pocket. “I’ll see what they can do for us.”

Trap breezes by everyone in the room and disappears through the door to go talk to the staff.

“Harlow,” I say, and she looks at me with overwhelm. I recognize the look of a woman worried for the welfare of her children and the welfare of her partners. “I need you to make the call to the obstetrician.”

“Why me?”

“No matter what happens with all of us, I know you care about this baby. It’s completely innocent in all of this. I don’t want to miss appointments just because of this whole mess we’re in. All this stress can’t be good for the baby. And I could use a friend.”

“Yeah, I’ll make the call after I call home and let them know what’s happening.”

“Thank you,” I say, and I hold my hand to my heart.

“It’s for the baby,” she clarifies, looking over at me. I see a glimpse of warmth in her eyes, and I think that despite the terror of what could happen with the Bratva, things will turn out okay.

44

TRAP

Iwalk into Mer’s hospital room to see her sitting up in her bed. Her legs are crossed, and she looks relaxed, apart from the bandage that still graces her beautiful forehead. My heart lurches in my chest, thinking about the bastard who did this to her.

Now to know she might be carrying my child…and that she in fact is carrying a child that belongs to one of us, or somehow all of us…it sends my blood boiling.

It pisses me off that she didn’t think she could tell us about it, but truth be told, Grizz, Dart, and I are some hard-nosed sons of bitches, and we probably made it too hard for her.

I stop in the doorway and just look at her. My cock twitches at the sight and I have to remind myself that she’s not in any shape for that sort of thing…not yet. Soon though, and I can’t wait for the moment we all three can fuck her again.

Her eyes rise and meet mine as she realizes I’m standing here for the first time. She’s been crying, which pisses me off even more. I know why those tears rain down—it’s the memory of what those asses did to her, of everything she’s been through.

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