Page 71 of Taming the Demon

“No,” Fitz said.

Mara swallowed hard.

“No fucking way. You’re… pregnant…” Fitz laughed. “So that’s what did it. You’re pregnant and Cyrus took a vote or just allowed it to happen. Always a soft spot for babies and continuing the outlaw bloodline. Holy fuck. Darrow got you pregnant? How long were you two fucking then?”

Fitz’s face dropped. He looked at the floor.

“Please don’t shoot me,” Mara said. “Fitz, you fucked up with the club. You should just go. Run. Take off. I’ll lie to them for you. Just one time though.”

“No, you won’t. It’s too deep. Especially after what happened with Macy.” Fitz looked at Mara again and he smiled. “She was a fun one. Damn. You should have seen her squirming and screaming. I needed that so badly. You can’t imagine the nasty drug sluts I’ve been letting suck my cock lately just to get by.”

“You’re fucking scum,” Mara said. “What you did to her. What you did to your club. You’re going to die a death worse than… death…”

“Yeah, okay,” Fitz said, waving a hand. “But, seriously, you’re pregnant. You forgot to have Darrow wrap his cock up, huh? That’s hilarious. But it also pisses me off. Oh, Mara, plans are changing. Sometimes you have to be fluid.”

Fitz put his gun away. Mara sighed slowly, feeling a small sense of relief. Fitz reached down and pulled up the right leg of his jeans. When he stood up, he had a large knife in his hand. That sense of relief for Mara was gone.

“Time to make a statement that will live on forever, Mara,” Fitz said.

“Fitz… please…”

“Beg all you want,” Fitz said. “Hell, scream all you want too. It won’t matter.”

Fitz took a step closer toward the couch. Mara made her move, jumped up and tried to jump over the couch. Fitz grabbed her hair and pulled her right back to him. He put his right hand around her throat and squeezed.

“Fight me all you want, you whore… I’m cutting that baby out of you…”

Slade felt he had no choice but to run Darrow off the side of the road. They needed to talk about a plan.Something.Slade cut to his right and Darrow screamed at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Darrow bellowed, his voice louder than the two roaring motorcycle engines.

Ignoring Darrow, Slade got closer and closer. He ended up so close to Darrow, he kicked his right foot at him. Darrow cut to the right and for a second he thought he was going to lose his balance and eat the side of the road. Slade’s plan worked. Darrow moved to the side of the road. He then killed the engine on his ride, then jumped off and went after Slade.

Ah, fuck,Slade thought to himself as Darrow took a swing. Slade inched back, Darrow’s middle knuckled clipping Slade’s bottom lip. Slade tasted blood. That was okay. When Darrow tried to swing again, Slade grabbed him by his leather cut and stepped him back.

“We need to talk about where we’re going,” Slade growled in Darrow’s face. “You’re walking from one trap to another, brother. You’re going to end up dead.”

“She could be dead right now,” Darrow spit at Slade. “And my baby…”

“I get it, brother. I get it. But we need to know—”

“She wasn’t pregnant at first,” Darrow blurted out. “It was a lie. We lied to the club. She didn’t want to be killed and I refused to let anything bad happen to her.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Slade asked.

He stepped away from Darrow.

“I have to get it off my chest,” Darrow said. “I’ve loved her for years, Slade. I swear to you, brother, the second she found out Fitz was the rat, she came to me for protection. Then we went to the clubhouse to talk about what was going on. She panicked and blurted out about being pregnant.”

“Darrow…”

“She got a positive test from someone she knew. I hacked into some medical records and changed the name and that shit. Just to keep things calm. Then she got pregnant for real.”

“Is the baby yours?” Slade asked.

“Yes. One hundred percent. Fitz is shooting blanks. That’s how Mara ended up pregnant. She’s not on birth control. And I wasn’t wearing a condom. And we were…”

“Okay, I get the picture,” Slade said. “And you’re fucking telling me this now? Jesus Christ, Darrow. You fucking lied to the club. We can take a vote…”

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