Page 110 of Savage Reign

I was sure it was common for someone to join ranks with the mob if they had family members who were already in the life.

Both had bright forest-green eyes and short blond hair shaved near the scalp. Liam was only a few shades lighter than Conor, but that was where the dissimilarities ended.

And they both took their jobs very seriously, which I supposed wasn’t a bad thing, considering fucking Sebastian was still gunning for me.

We stepped into a very high-end place that sold baby stuff. Briefly, it crossed my mind that the brothers might want to come with me to buy baby things, but I was sure we had plenty of time before the baby arrived.

Right now, I wanted tofeelpregnant.

Like I was actually an expecting mother, excited to be embarking on this next journey in my life and not like this. Not so normal. So apathetic.

And I didn’t want the brothers to be around. They were so goddamn inquisitive sometimes. I was afraid they might take one look at me and realize I wasn’t as excited as I should be about this pregnancy.

“Where should we start?” I asked, trying hard not to show how overwhelmed I was feeling.

I must not have done a good job of it because Rachel took one look at me, offered a sympathetic smile, and said, “It’s always smart to start with some gender-neutral clothes for the baby.”

I quickly agreed, letting out a small sigh of relief.

Liam helped push the cart around for us while Conor remained vigilant, looking around for any possible threat. It was almost comical to see this big, rough-looking man taking in all the pregnant women around as if they could pose a threat to me.

We looked through the clothes. Rachel had several picked out already, and I was trying hard not to focus too much on the fact that the clothes were much smaller than I imagined them to be. Fuck, but why were they so small? How small was this babygoing to be? And how could I hold the baby and not fear I might hurt him or her in some way?

“I know this can be a little much for first-time mothers,” Rachel said when she noticed me holding up a pale blue shirt with a picture of a smiling elephant on it.

I let out a nervous chuckle and added the shirt to the to-buy pile. “Is it obvious?”

“Only if you look close enough. You’re actually doing really well hiding it.”

“Are you… are you a mom?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t too personal. She talked as if she had experience with these kinds of things.

Her face softened. “Yes. I have a son. Robbie.” Laughing, she said, “My, he’s probably older than you by a couple of years. Doesn’t that just remind me of how old I am?”

I frowned. “You don’t look very old.”

“Oh, you flatter me. I’ll be fifty-five in December.”

Fifty-five wasn’t old, but it was older than what I thought Rachel was. “Really?”

She laughed again. “I can see why my boys are so taken with you. You are quite charming, aren’t you?”

I looked away, blushing a little. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me charming before.”

“Well, that’s hard to believe.”

I shrugged. She’d be surprised. Most people found me to be cold. Though, I knew that was just a product of my environment.

“What does he do?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

Rachel held up a yellow one-piece with red stripes. “He’s a lawyer. For the brothers.”

She shot me a look.

So her son worked for the brothers. I was sure with what they did, they would need a trusted man as their legal counsel.

“So he lives in Chicago, then?”

“Yes, not far from where I live actually. I do hope you get the chance to meet him someday.”

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