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I feel Jaylen nod while Psycho tilts his head at me and confirms, “You don’t want him riding again, do you?”
My tears fall, and I gently shake my head. His eyes soften and instead of snapping at me, accusing me of being selfish like I feel he returns, “Riding is in our blood sweetheart and I know you’re scared of losing him, of going through this again but you need to understand. What happened, it wasn’t a freak accident, he was targeted and we’ll ensure it never happens again, he’ll be safe.”
Jaylen adds, “Besides, there is nothing I want more, after our daughter is born, is to get you on the back of my bike where you belong.”
I choke on a chuckle but nod before he asks, “Where’s the bitch who hit me?”
“You remember?” Fury confirms, and I feel him nod. I look at Jaylen, his stubble on his cheek scratching across my skin, comforting me as he admits, “I saw her sly smirk as she purposely rammed her car into the front of my bike, then after a massive amount of pain, everything went black.”
I swallow hard and quickly place my face in the crook of his neck, causing him to let go of my stomach and run his fingers through my hair, then grip it, keeping me tightly against him.
“She’s in the basement,” Blade admits, and Psycho adds, “Yeah, she’s fucking psychotic, which is saying a lot coming from me. She’s claiming you were hers, that she worked years to gain your attention, and her hitting you was punishment for ignoring her. She has no idea Lake even exists.”
“What the fuck?” Jaylen curses, “I never had even spoken to her, let alone touched her, except that one time, and even then, I didn’t fuck her, I shoved away from her and fucking vomited!”
“Maybe you were just really good at licking pussy,” Fury jokes, and I look at him sharply, glaring while also scrunching my nose up, and he laughs, “What?” before he tilts his head and says, “Well, to be fair, Lake, you would know…”
I can feel my face heat up as the men smirk at me while Jaylen tries to control his laughter.
Am I picturing him eating me out like he used to? Yes, yes, I am, and no, I will not admit that to them. Instead, I grumble, “Fine, his skills, from what I remember, are worth going crazy over, alright!”
The men laugh, and I shake my head before placing it back into the crook of Jaylen’s neck.
They laugh harder, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jaylen’s chest moving, his voice rumbling, sending tingles throughout my body.
I made a mistake six months ago, one I will forever regret, but I know one thing, I’m not letting this man go again. Even if he’s still pissed at me for letting the fact that he was a brother, to push him away, to help break us.
I’m going to marry this man and not in a few years or months...
Chapter 28
Lake – Four days Later
I gently rub my stomach, our daughter kicking my hand, which makes me smile a little. Guilt does fill me that I wanted to put her up for adoption, but I push it away, along with the itch that is spreading through my wrists.
She’s one active little one, and I’m beginning to see how life will be once she’s here, always keeping me on my toes, and I’m going to cherish every moment.
Sighing, I lean back in the hospital chair and watch as Jaylen goes over the books for the strip club after his dad had taken over for him.
We’re still in the hospital, more for precaution, according to Ted, who also ran out of here like his ass was on fire when he confirmed Jaylen can no longer fight.
After a head trauma, it isn’t recommended, but a brain bleed at that, he’s at too high of a risk. He can train, but fighting is out of the question, which, of course, he wasn’t happy about. He was even more pissed because he can’t go and do what he needs to with Kitty, who is still pleading for her life, apparently.
Should I feel guilty that he’s going to kill her?
I twitch my nose, nah, I shouldn’t, she nearly killed him, and I haven’t taken my oath just yet.
“I can feel you staring, shorty,” Jaylen says without looking up, and I half-smile and murmur, “Not sorry,” making him chuckle as he finally looks up, and we lock eyes.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, and I shake my head and retort, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re the one who nearly died.”
I swallow hard, the thought of nearly losing him consumes me again.
“Stop deflecting and answer me,” he demands softly, his eyes taking me in, wearing his shirt and my leggings.
I’m a mess. My hair is up in a scruffy ponytail, and I have no makeup on. I’m rarely wearing anything that isn’t his.
I’ll be surprised if he’s even still attracted to me. Heck, we haven’t even kissed again since he woke up.
