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My eyes flicker to her stomach, the puffy dress covering the small bump, and I swallow hard.
Was she going to keep me away?
Gently shutting the door, I turn around to see eyes on me, and I look towards the church. There is still no movement just yet.
The need to go inside and kill that fucker is taking over but knowing I can’t touch him with Ivy in the vicinity and knowing I need to expel this anger, I walk over to the bench and slam my foot in it, once twice three times. I hear Luna gasp and Venom mutter, “What the fuck,” but I ignore them and continue my assault on bench before I turn around and crouch, grabbing my hair and I shout, “Fuck!” And breathe heavily, my emotions drowning me.
“What the fuck happened in there?” Blade snaps and Luna chokes, “Ivy’s pregnant and she basically admitted Psycho is the father.”
“Then why in the fuck would she go through with a marriage?” Fury snaps.
I take a deep breath and stand before looking at my brothers with the emotions I’m suffocating in and rasp, “Her mother’s life was most likely threatened. Clara handed in her cut and changed her last name. As far as the Hyenas are concerned, she’s fair game.” I look at the truck, then the church, before locking eyes with Blade. I state, “Venom, look into Clara’s records when we get back to the club, but first we need to get Ivy out of here, and I’ll need a prospect at every exit point at my home.”
He nods once, his eyes assessing me, but I keep my cold mask in place. He says, “Okay, Cain has already taken Clara to the club. She’ll be locked in Glock’s room for now.” He hesitates, “Are you okay?”
I snort and state sarcastically, “Sure, not only did my girl who knows me inside and out, my best friend, believe I’d fuck a clubwhore after finally having her and declaring my love that I’ve held in for years, but she was willingly marrying a thug while pregnant with my child, a child she had no intention of telling me about.”
Blade winces while Venom looks away, his eyes looking at my truck with disappointment in his sister.
She could have come to us, to me, but instead, she showed she doesn’t trust me.
She knew we’d sort it but because of some misguided loyalty to her Mama after Glock fucked a clubwhore, the hate for the brothers and their treatment with women, she decided to sort things herself, not giving a shit that it would destroy me to watch another man, a fucking wanna be thug at that raise my child because I would have figured it out in the end that the baby was mine.
“Let’s go before they realize the bride is not showing up,” I mutter and walk over to the truck. I climb in while Fury gets in the passenger seat, and Venom and Blade climb in the truck bed while Luna climbs in the back seat with Ivy. I quickly pull away, my eyes going to the rearview mirror, and I set it up to keep an eye on Ivy.
I look over her form, my eyes going to her stomach before I focus on the road, and Fury clamps his hand on my shoulder.
“Two hours, then you can confront her,” he mutters, and I nod, squeezing the steering wheel.
Two hours, I can last two hours.
Right?
Chapter 12
Ivy
Nausea hits, and I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to breathe through it before sudden dizziness takes over, my memory a little foggy.
What on earth? I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds in the ring.
My mouth waters and I shoot up but groan as I quickly put my hand on my head as the room spins before I quickly climb off what I’m now realizing is Psycho’s bed and stumble over to the bathroom, the dark oak door already open and promptly I fall to my knees as I lift the toilet lid before I vomit, the two pancakes I could manage this morning coming out as everything comes back to me.
The wedding.
Mama.
Psycho.
And despite throwing up, everything in me relaxes.
He got to me in time, stopped the mess I had gotten myself into, and saved me from hell.
I heave until the bile stops, my stomach tightening, hurting with each heave before I grip the toilet seat and breathe heavily, suddenly happy that Psycho keeps the place clean.
I take deep breaths before slowly standing, dizziness still taking hold and I go to the sink, grab my toothbrush that I left here, quickly brush my teeth, and spit the foam in the sink before looking in the mirror.
I wince.
