Page 89 of Liberate Us

“He’s the Enforcer. I don’t know what it all consists of, but Ido know that he’s lethal as fuck. Ronny’s seen him fighting at The Ring.” Sheshook her head. “Just be careful.”

“I will.” I wanted to ask more about The Ring and what Sammy didthere. He fought? I had no idea. But before I could ask any more on it, Icouldn’t help but notice how a few members of Hell’s Harlem strolled into theclub.

“Speak of the devil,” Candace murmured, slipping off the stool.She grabbed her beer and started walking backwards. “Remember what I said.”

How could I not? She warned me about the guy I was in love with.The guy who had gotten me pregnant, not with just one baby but two.

While a few of the Hell’s Harlem crew rolled in and sat at theirtypical booth, the man I had been thinking about, started stalking toward me.

Our eyes locked, a slow grin spreading on his face as he neared.

My body heated, watching him walk around the bar. “You shouldn’tbe back here.”

“Don’t care.” Sammy closed the distance between us, cupped theside of my neck, and placed a hard peck on my mouth while running his otherhand over my lower stomach. “How’s my family?”

My heart stuttered. “Good.” I covered his hand on my belly andlooked down. I was almost five months along, but you would think I was more. Icouldn’t hide the fact that I was pregnant anymore and I knew that Sammy likedthat idea. If I could walk around naked all the time, just so he could see mystomach, he would be happy.

“How areyoudoing?” I asked him.

He gave me a final kiss and went around to the other side of thebar before sitting on a stool across from me. “Good.” His eyes roamed down thelength of me, landing on my stomach and staying there.

“You saw me this morning, Sam.” I laughed. “By the way you’relooking at me, you’d think you’d never seen a pregnant woman before.”

“Not one who’s carrying my babies, pet,” he said as Cyrus andJaron came up the bar.

“Amber,” Cyrus greeted. “I haven’t had a chance to wish you acongratulations. I’m also glad you finally kicked my brother’s ass into gear,”he teased, punching Sammy in the shoulder.

Jaron chuckled. “I agree.” He leaned across the bar. “We haven’tofficially met. Jaron.”

“Amber.” I returned the handshake. “I guess you guys will beseeing more of me.” I cupped my stomach. “Literally.”

They laughed.

“So, twins,” Cyrus pointed out. “Our mom would have lost hermind over that fact. You’d already have a nursery set up and everything.”

Sammy grunted. “Dad would probably have started a trust fundalready too and bought a few dozen shotguns. Especially if they end up beinggirls.”

My heart swelled, my stomach doing a little flip over the factthat Sammy was sitting there with his brother and Jaron. His family. And now Iwas part of it.

“You’re good, Red?” Jaron asked, something else hidden behindhis question.

Sammy’s head whipped around. “Leave it alone, J.”

“I need to know she’s safe,” Jaron told him.

“Forgive him,” Cyrus mumbled. “We’ve become a little paranoid.”

“Oh…well…” I distracted myself by pouring them each a beer. “Ihaven’t heard from Will if that’s what you mean.”

“Good.”

“Thank fuck.”

“I’m going to kill him.” That was Sammy and I knew that if Igave the go-ahead, he would. But a part of me wondered if he would continuelistening to me or if he would take the matter into his own hands and kill himlike he threatened on more than one occasion.

“I don’t like him either but you…” I sighed. “He’s not part of Hell’sHarlem anymore but he still knows people. He made a name for himself, and Ican’t…I can’t have anything happening to you.” I placed a pint of beer in frontof each of them. “I can’t.”

“Nothing will happen, pet,” Sammy said, taking a long sip of hisbeer.

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