Page 39 of Torching Vixen
“I love you, Torch! I know that this baby isn’t yours, and you may not be able to accept him. But I just needed you to know that I love you,” I ramble like a lunatic.
“Woman, shut your fucking mouth. I love you and this baby with every breath I take. You and him mean more to me than you could ever know. Now, shut your mouth and kiss me,” Torch instructs, cutting me off and slamming his lips to mine.
We stand in the middle of chaos, ignoring everyone and everything around us. If I’m completely honest, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that they would come for me. We hadn’t spent much time together and what we had was in bed. Knowing that Torch and his men would come after me means more than they will ever know. We pull apart when the heat from the house starts to become too much.
“I love you, Vixen, so fucking much! This baby is mine for now and forever,” Torch says, never looking away so that I can see the truth in his eye.
“Torch, we gotta move now,” I hear Moose say. I glare at him for interrupting my moment.
“What about this asshole?” Razor asks.
“Bring him with us,” Torch says with such a dark glare, the Devil himself would hide.
“Wait, what? I haven’t done anything. I wasn’t involved with any of this. It was all Fire. I can tell you everything,” Ice says, trying to talk his way out of this.
He didn’t do anything. He wasn’t involved in anything. Are you fucking kidding me?I wiggle until Torch puts me on my feet, turning to Ice.
“You were very much involved. We both know that you arranged, set up, and scheduled. Fuck, it was your idea the first time Lo got punished. So, no, they are not going to let you go. You dumb motherfucker,” I shout, getting nose to nose with Ice.
Torch wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back. “Shhhh, love, breathe. Don’t work up the baby.”
“Guys, we really need to get this show on the road. The fire department will be here shortly, and none of us want to have to deal with that,” Moose says, looking antsy.
“He’s not wrong. We need to go,” Prez advises coming from around the house and making me squeak in surprise. I leave Torch’s arms and walking toward Prez, wrapping my arms around him.
“Welcome home, girly,” Prez says into the top of my head.
“Thank you!” I say, pulling away to look back at Torch talking to his brothers as they clean up and get ready to move out.
Torch looks back at me like he can feel my eyes on him, then gives me a small smile, melting my heart.
Prez is not wrong. I have finally found my way home.
* * *
It’s been about a week since we’ve been home. We’re all trying to find our normal. I stand looking at the outfit I chose for Duck’s homecoming. I could not be more excited for this party because it’s also when Torch will officially claim me as his. The knock on my door stops my thoughts.
“Yo?” I shout.
Edge slowly pushes the door open with her hand over her eyes. “We good? Everyone presentable?”
“Don’t be dramatic, you hag,” I say, picking up a pillow and throwing it at her head.
“Hey, heifer, just because you have a baby in your belly doesn’t keep me from beating your ass,” Edge says with a small laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. So, be honest, does this make me look fat?” I ask, turning side to side in the short T-shirt dress I cut and sliced to fit my edgy style.
“Seriously, you’re going to ask me, ‘does this make me look fat?’ You're not fat, never have been. Being pregnant has just made your tits bigger,” she retorts, holding her hands out in front of her in an obscene manner that has me giggling.
“Yeah, and Torch loves that!” I say, cupping my new enlarged tits and pushing them up and together, causing her to join me in my laughter.
“You are ridiculous,” Edge says, sitting on the edge of my bed.
She stares down at her hands as she rubs them together nervously. My stomach drops, I know that she and Razor are having serious problems, but I’d hoped that they’d be able to work them out.
“You want to tell me what has the cool and collected Edge on the edge, or am I going to have to beat it out of you?”
Her eyes meet mine, and I can tell she’s trying to hold back the tears that want to fall. “I can’t stay here, Sandy.”
