Page 6 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

Chapter Three

Braxton

The days pass, and I find myself getting more and more suspicious of Helen. Helen has no sign of morning sickness, but I had looked it up and read that not all women get morning sickness when they are pregnant.

She has to be feeling something though, right? Maybe tired or moody.

I’m not sure what I am looking for, but something in my gut tells me that there is something not right here.

Dylan had told me that Holly made a visit, and that Helen pretty much insinuated that we were all fucking her. There is no way I would ever fuck that woman again.

Heck, I haven’t even touched my men since she has been here. Helen is the ultimate cock block because we don’t want her to get any ideas about joining us.

Holly is supposed to have already arrived for her shift. I need a minute to talk to her before Easton comes in with Helen, who will likely be tagging along.

I nod my head to the bartender. “Where’s Holly? She was supposed to be here by now.”

“She quit. She sent me a text saying to not expect her in here again. That you would know why,” he says.

I drop my head at his words. Fuck. Just what we need.

I know Kyla, her best friend, will know where she is. Do I really want to intrude on her life? She obviously left because it was too hard for her to see us with Helen.

I need to let her go do her own thing.

With a sigh, I head to the office and check her payroll. I add on a little bit to hopefully get her through until she finds another job.

It’s the least I can do, right?

Easton comes into the office alone and I send him a questioning glance.

“Helen’s with Dylan. She thought to switch it up today. Fuck, I feel like we are on a real short leash here. One I need to break before I go insane,” he growls out.

I stand up and take him into my arms. I feel his arms wrap around me.

“We need to get rid of her,” he chokes out. “I can’t stand it. I feel distant from my men, and I know that it’s because of her.”

“I don’t believe that she’s really pregnant. She’s certainly not acting pregnant. She just spends most of her time trying to get us into bed,” I admit.

Easton pulls away and looks at me. “Yeah, I have been feeling the same way. We need to be sure though because, if we are wrong, I don’t want her to abort Dylan’s child.”

“How do we begin to figure it out?” I ask aloud, but mostly to myself.

“We should set up a doctor’s appointment with our own doctor, and get our own ultrasound done,” Easton says, pulling out his phone.

“We don’t tell her just yet. We just tell her we are taking her some place special. That way, she can’t make an excuse,” I say, snapping my fingers and pointing at him.

“Good thinking,” he says, and talks to someone on the other end of the line.

We plan for this evening. The office is staying open for us, and we are going to take her there when Dylan finishes work. We messaged him saying that we have somewhere we want to take him and her, but gave no more details, in case she reads his texts.

With a plan in place, we get to work.

I forget that Holly is gone, or to tell Easton that she quit, until it’s time to leave for the appointment; but there’s nothing that I can really do about it now. We have this evil bitch to deal with.

Dylan

I have an idea what my men have planned when they pick Helen and me up. They don’t say a word as we head to a building. When we walk through the door, there is a doctor and nurse already there to greet us.

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