Page 76 of Delirium
It’s beenfifteen days since I last spoke with Kieran. Fifteen miserable days, and every single time my phone rang, my heart got stuck in my throat, thinking it would be someone with bad news.
Fifteen days of constant waiting, constant worry, stress, overeating and sweating bullets, but there wasn’t a peep. Even Storm’s contacts in Mexico couldn’t trace them, and to make matters worse, I had no fucking idea which part of Mexico they were in.
There are at least one hundred cities in Mexico, and I wasn’t even counting the smaller towns where Kieran and Maya could be. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack—practically impossible.
Storm practically had to order me to go to sleep the other night, but every time I closed my eyes, I could hear Maya’s screams. I could see the day Nikolai dragged her from the house, selling her to the highest bidder. So I couldn’t sleep—again, and this time, it had nothing to do with Storm or the mess of our relationship.
He still slept in that uncomfortable sofa chair, and no matter how much I urged him to come to the bed, he refused, standing his ground. He was there for me, I couldn’t say he wasn’t, but this entire plan to keep my distance and to give us time was working against me. It was obvious that he wasn’t as bad as I made him out to be, and he’d been trying.
But was it enough?
It had to be, because I had no idea how long I would be able to stay away from him. To make matters worse, my hormones were working against me, and every single thing made me cry.
I saw a commercial with little ducklings the other day and started bawling like an insane person because they were following their mom everywhere, quacking and doing whatever the fuck ducklings were doing. Even Kaiser looked at me funnily.
My stomach was getting rounder, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it would be quite obvious that I was pregnant. The majority of the guys inside the Clubhouse knew about it, but I didn’t want people from the outside to know as well.
I had no idea who Belladonna worked with. It was obvious that it bugged Storm more than he led on, if him following me around like a lost puppy was any indication. Between Belladonna and Kieran and Maya, I was going to go insane.
“Sunshine.” Storm’s voice piped through my train of thoughts, and as I turned toward him, moving my entire body in the big sofa chair they placed in the backyard, I could see the same worry etched on his face. “There’s someone here to see you,” he murmured, stepping aside, as the man I hadn’t seen in almost a month, stepped forward, beaming as his eyes landed on me.
“Dad!” I yelled out, jumping up off of the chair and running straight toward him.
My arms wrapped around his middle, clinging to him like a monkey, forgetting momentarily about everything bad that was going on.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking up at him.
He wrapped his arms around me, stopping me from moving away, and that smile, that genuine fucking smile, only pushed my own smile to spread wider. He was in the middle of enemy territory, coming here to see me, and I had a feeling Storm had something to do with this.
“Did you call him?” I asked Storm, looking at him over Lazar’s shoulder.
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Maybe not.”
“You have a good man there, Katya,” Lazar murmured, only for me to hear. “But don’t tell him I said that. I like it that he’s still slightly afraid of me.” He chuckled.
“He’s not afraid,” I said, looking between a fidgeting Storm and my father. “I think he wants to earn your respect, and you’re not making it any easier.”
“Well, he practically broke your heart. I have no idea what’s going on now, he didn’t tell me all the details, but I don’t like seeing you sad.Chto proizoshlo?”
Taking a step back, I put my hands into the front pockets of my hoodie, staring at the floor.
“I’m worried about Kieran and Maya,” I murmured. “I spoke to him two weeks ago, and he found her, Papa.” I smiled softly. “He found Maya, but they’re in trouble. Or at least they were. Storm is trying to find out where they are, but so far, we have no information, and Kieran’s phone is still switched off.”
“I can look into it,” Lazar said. “Give me just a second.”
He turned around and walked inside the house, leaving me alone with Storm.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I said first, coming closer to him. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not,” he countered. “You’re far from okay, and I hate seeing you sad when there’s nothing I can do to fix it. So, I thought that maybe he could help.”
“Stormy,” I murmured, slowly tracing a path with my hand from his throat to his stomach. “Thank you.” I slid my arms over his chest, wrapping them around his middle and pressing my head to his chest. “You didn’t have to do it.”
“I did. I told you already,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my hair. “I will do anything to make you happy, even if it means bringing your father here, even though he scares me a bit.”
“Okay,” Lazar’s voice boomed around us as he stepped through the sliding door, coming outside. “I know your guys are on this,” he told Storm. “But the more the merrier, right? I’ve contacted some of my guys in Mexico and they’re going to help locate Maya and Kieran. There’s a possibility that they’ve already crossed the border, but you know, better safe than sorry.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, still wrapped around Storm. “But how do you know that they’re in Mexico?”
