Page 60 of Whiskey's Redemption

Carli

Are you fucking kidding me! Come on universe, toss me a frickin’ bone already!

I’m sitting in the doctor’s office after hearing the results, completely floored by the answer. It’s true. I’m fucking pregnant.

Like I needed this shit! This is so unfair.

Once the doctor tells me what vitamins I’ll need, offers tips for the nausea and gives me follow up appointments for the next few months, I’m free to leave. They don’t kid around here. This shit is figured out, given a schedule, and even confirmed what I already knew, that the timing of conception was from the illustrious Mr. Jamieson Fucking Crown and his amazing sexual antics. Which means no real guessing game on date of arrival. Nine months from the day I left LA or close to.

After lunch yesterday, I sent my sisters off with their handlers and told them both there was no way I was pregnant, and if they ever spoke it again I’d be leaving dead bird heads on their pillows. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again. They know to live in fear.

And now that I know that Miori has a direct link to Kato, you know I’m using that shit to my advantage, too. Old bastard. I’ll win at this game whether he knows it or not. And IknowI’m carrying a crass, overpowering, overbearing, cynical man’s offspring, so you can bet your ass I’ll play the hormones card too.

When this revelation came to light, I was needing food relief. I think I ate a full gallon of mint chip ice cream, and at least a half a box of Oreos. I told Kato I was moody after seeing my sisters, and that I just needed my friend here. Relenting after some growling noises, Kato decided that he’d personally bring me to gather my friend.

With Circe due to land any minute, I’m nervous to see her. “The flight is just taxiing to the hangar. She shouldn’t be long now, Obayun.” Fucker. Grinding my teeth, I smile sugar sweet.

“Thanks, Jiji.” And a big fuck you to you, too.

Smiling in the mirror, I pop the door, only to be hit by the humidity. Yeah, Japan is totally like LA for the heat, but the humidity is a new one to me. It’s sticky, my clothes always feel damp, and my hair ends up feeling filmy fast. Walking into our private receiving area, watching the plane taxi up, I see the moment the doors open. Feeling a sense of relief as Circe steps out, I’m excited after months of not having my best friend around.

Seeing me through the glass, she’s smiling, but it’s not in a good way.

Turning around on the stairs, instead of just walking down, Circe pauses. Shit, I have a bad feeling that her racer joined her. Watching him pop his head out the door with his arm in a sling, he gingerly steps down. As I push the door open to step out and greet them, I’m kind of surprised. Following behind is China—not one of my favorite Crowns—and her would be jailor, Risen, a guy I met a few times. I found him totally sweet, and I’m kind of wondering why he’s here too.

Stopping dead in my tracks, I watch with fear as the man with the gritted teeth, sexy beard, steely eyes, and straining looks steps out. His eyes are trained on me, exploring and asking a thousand questions. Oh, I could have done without him. This is going to end badly for someone, and I’m glad I have the people behind me to bury my mistakes if necessary.

Okay, so nottruly. But as I walk toward the inevitability of the conversation with Jamieson that I dread, there’s an excitement at seeing him once more.

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