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My pussy clenches as my nipples tighten. Fuck, I want that. I want that so bad.

“Oh,” I gasp, eyes widening as I feel something fluttering in my belly.

“What?” Link leans forward with a wild look. “Is everything okay? Is Baby Bird okay?”

A smile so damn wide fills my face when I feel it again. I feel nothing but pure joy in this moment. “Give me your hand.”

He holds his hand out without hesitation, and I place it on my belly. “Raven, you're scaring me,” Hunter says.

“Shhh. Just wait.” I laugh, concentrating.

This next one is stronger, and I gasp excitedly. “What is that?” Link asks, concern written on his face.

"It's Baby Bird." I laugh. "Their first kicks."

“Holy shit,” Link whispers in awe. And the smile that takes over his face, holy shit, it’s beautiful. “That's it, little one. Get nice and strong,” he says, rubbing my belly.

“Don’t hog her,” Hunter grumbles. “Move.” He reaches over and shoves Link’s hand away. “Oh shit!” Hunter chuckles. “That's a hard kick.”

“Right?” I grin.

Quinton slides his hand over my belly and waits. I look up to see him smile just as Baby Bird kicks again. He looks down at me with nothing but love in his eyes. “You truly are amazing, you know that, right?”

“I know.” I wink, making him chuckle.

“Alright, move over.” Travis gets up and comes over. He scoops me up and brings me over to the coffee table and sits me down. He gets down on one side and Taylor gets down on the other. Both of them lean forward. “Hey, Baby Bird,” Travis says to my belly. “Looks like you’re growing up real fast. And we want that so bad. But remember, this is our woman, you know. So no hurting her.”

I smile, tossing my head back with a laugh.

“Yeah. If we treat your mama like a queen, so do you,” Taylor adds.

They both put their hands on my belly. “So, kick if you agree,” Travis says.

A second later, Baby Bird kicks.

“That’s my boy,” Taylor laughs.

“Could be a girl,” I counter.

“And god help her if she is.” Travis grins. “No man has any chance.”

“She could like girls,” I point out.

“Same goes with the ladies,” Taylor adds.

“You all are nuts.” I laugh.

“But, you wouldn’t have it any other way,” Hunter says.

“No, no I wouldn’t.”

Chapter 6

Lincoln

“He’s not talking,” Hunter sighs, flexing out his bloody hand.

“None of them fucking do,” I snarl in frustration. This is the tenth guy we’ve tortured for information, and not a single one has given us anything useful.

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