Page 110 of Traitor

It hadn’t been enough.

It was now between me and my piece.

I reached for my Glock just as gunfire erupted over my shoulder. I’d assumed that one of them had snuck past me and was about to blow my head off.

I glanced back in surprise to see Lauren; a complete look of concentration on her face as she began picking the men off as they came up the stairs. Not a drop of sweat on her.

Who the fuck was this woman?

I’d known about her little hobby at the gun range, but I never imagined she was this good. Every time she depressed the trigger, it was a kill shot.

When a bullet embedded in the wall next to her head, I snapped out of my stupor long enough to lose my shit and empty my Glock like a fucking madman, still crouched down, as she stood over me like a fucking goddess.

And unlike me, Lauren remained cool, calm, and collected; never once taking her eyes off of her targets.

My girl, coming through in the clutch.

Within seconds, we both realized that they were no longer returning fire and paused. The house was deathly silent, my ears ringing like a motherfucker.

“Jesus Christ, Darlin’,” I hissed. “I told you to stay in the fucking closet!”

She looked over at me and matter of factly yelled, “I’ve got your six. How many did you get? I think I hit more.”

I sat there, openmouthed. “Where in the fuck did you learn how to shoot like that?”

Her hands began to tremble as she lowered her gun. “Um, from Jimmy.” Then, she stumbled back into the wall before dropping down to her knees with a sob.

I sat up and grabbed her. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” I groped along her body. “Are you hit? Where does it hurt?”

Jesus.

She’d been shot and she was so calm because she was going into shock from blood loss. The problem was, I couldn’t find any blood.

Lauren shook her head and began crying harder. “I’m—I’m pregnant.”

My hands stilled. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I all but roared the words in her face.

She sniffled and nodded.

I lowered my voice, trying to stay cool, while gripping her tightly. “So, you’re carrying my baby and just decided to put yourself in the middle of a fucking gunfight?”

Oh my god.The realization that I could’ve lost not only her, but our child as well hit me hard.

“Ssss…”

“What the fuck does ssss mean?”

She wiped the tears from her face and gave me a small smile before burying her face in my chest. “Babies. I’m carrying your babies.”

This time I began shaking. “There’s more than one in there?”

Lauren nodded. “I didn’t want to say anything for a few more weeks, but I found out a couple of days ago that we’re having twins. I’m going to have to have a long talk withAbuelitaabout her fertility rituals.” She laughed softly to herself before dissolving into tears again as I rocked her in my arms.

I had no idea what Gloria had to do with us having twins, but maybe once the shitload of adrenaline left my system, it would make more sense.

I was going to have to call this one in officially. There was no way around it—not with as many bodies on the stairs as we had.

My cell phone rang. Once I saw Grey’s name pop up, I immediately answered. “Yeah, I’m not gonna make the reception. Just had a fucking wild west shootout with the Sons inside my fucking house.”

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