Page 62 of Black Mark's Heart

Darius, now that I paid attention, looked just as angry as me. "There was a meeting called with the brothers last night. I thought for sure they were going to bust my balls for getting you pregnant again. Turned out, it was Jeremy on the firing line for screwing you this time."

"I'm not screwing Jeremy," I huffed back into the uncomfortable waiting chair. "If I was, I wouldn't be anywhere near as sexually frustrated as I am."

Darius pressed his lips together. "Yes, Jeremy was very specific in what he'd been doing while you fuck Cassandra. They still tried to drag him over the coals for having an ongoing relationship with a black mark."

"He's my boss, and I don't think you should be telling me this stuff," I grumbled. "I'm not interested in the Fehu or its outdated rules."

Darius grabbed my arm. "You should be interested, because Lennon Brooks suggested the brotherhood encamp you."

"What?" I asked, not even understanding what that meant.

Darius's jaw tightened. "It's where your father would be forced to bring you in, blindfold you, and chain you to the floor before Marshall, Jeremy, and I watched all the other brothers fuck one or all of your orifices."

"That would be rape," I hissed.

"Which is why Marshall managed to talk the brothers out of it," Darius hissed back just as angrily. "They haven't done that to a woman for a hundred years and times have changed since then, but Brooks is pushing for it."

"He just wants to screw me and is looking for the opportunity to do so," I snarled.

"Yes, that was obvious to everyone," Darius simmered. "So stop giving him a reason by fucking around the brotherhood."

I gave Darius the filthy look he deserved. "I don't report to your brotherhood, so I will do whoever the hell I want. They try to do anything along the lines of what you just told me, I'll expose the lot of them for the pigs they are." I got up and stormed over to the counter. "I'm not feeling well. Can I reschedule this scan please?"

"Oh, um, okay?" The receptionist frowned, looking at her booking sheet before suggesting a date and time later in the week. I took it.

I went back to Darius, took Jacob from him, and walked out without another word.

I went straight home, intending to set Jacob in his play area before I played my cello until my fingers bled, except there was someone waiting for me to get home. Dr. Lennon Brooks was waiting by my apartment door when I arrived at the top of the stairs. The anger already consuming me burbled over.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped.

Brooks smirked, "Ah, so you heard. No more threesomes with the Greens for you, Mrs. Rafal." Brooks took too much delight in using that title. He moved closer to me, standing over me. "That's right, Mora, I know your little secret. You've given me all the ammunition to destroy Darius Rafal and ruin him." I felt his hand rubbing my swollen tummy. "I bet this one is his too, isn't it?"

I knocked his hand away. "What do you want?"

His hand caressed my jaw. "You, as my mistress. Secretly, of course. I know you are very good at keeping your secrets, Mora." His eyes looked to Jacob. "The look on Darius's face when I knew who the father was and he didn't." Brooks tsked at me.

"I'm pregnant. You can't expect to sleep with me now." I pulled my chin from his hand.

Brooks chuckled. "Why not? According to the Greens, you are quite randy while pregnant. Plus, there is no chance of me getting you pregnant right now."

I grimaced at just the idea. "You are old enough to be my father," I sneered.

"I'm not that old," Brooks dismissed. He looked at Jacob again. "Obviously now isn't a good time. I hear Darius has the child on Sundays. That works for me."

"It doesn't work for me," I hissed.

Brooks just laughed at me. "Unless you want everything you and Darius have been through to be for nothing, Mora, you will make Sundays work for you." He forced a kiss to my lips and sauntered down the stairs.

I thought I was going to be sick. I went inside, set Jacob to play, and then remembered that my cello was unstrung. Much like me. I collapsed on the floor crying. I cried my heart out until I curled into a ball and wished I'd never come to England.

It took an hour for me to stop feeling sorry for myself and decide to do something to fix the problem. Rolling over on the floor, I fished out my phone.

"Mora, to what do I owe the pleasure so early in the week?" Alex asked.

"Dad said you bought me out of my share of the business. What sort of money do I have access to?" I asked.

Alex stopped whatever he was doing. "What's happened?"

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