Page 140 of Knot Without My Permission
“Watch the goddamned turns,” Lore adds, sitting beside me. “Marie is pregnant.”
Cerenity’s eyes grow wide, and she squats beside me as Augustine pulls away from the curb.
“Would you like to run that by me again?” she asks.
“I’m pregnant,” I sigh. “I haven’t told many people. I’m not even sure why.”
“The important people know,” Lore says. “I’m sorry, but they do. Tommy doesn’t come around unless he’s blowing smoke out of his ears. Marie doesn’t need that shit.”
“She doesn’t. That’s why I have Tommy tied up at my club,” she says with a serene smile that doesn’t match her words. “I’m hosting an intervention.”
“I had plans today,” I groan. “I may end up celebrating Wilder’s birthday your way, Lore.”
“I promise he won’t mind,” he grins. “If our pack checks my phone tracker and I’m not where we’re supposed to be, they’ll come with guns blazing.”
“Well, maybe you should tell them where you’ll be,” Cerenity shrugs as we arrive at her club.
“Ugh. I’m missing lunch for this,” I say, letting Lore help me out of the van.
“You’re a grumpy pregnant lady,” she says, following me.
“I’ll order in,” Augustine says, hopping out of the car. “What would you like?”
“Antonia’s fettuccine with chicken and lemon cream sauce,” I say immediately, eyes widening. “Wow. That actually really sounds delicious though.”
“I’ll make it happen,” Augustine promises, unlocking the front door.
“Blue!” Tommy roars, making me roll my eyes.
“Have fun, Marie,” Cerenity says, holding her hands up as she backs away toward her office. “I want to see you more. I hate that no one else knows how you are. Are you still working? I have no fucking idea.”
“I only work a few days out of the month,” I reply, pulling my stun gun baton out of the thigh holster underneath my dress.
“You upgraded,” she says, surprised.
“One of the guys at the club decided I needed some new weapons,” I explain. “Tommy and I are complicated.”
“So fix it,” she says. “Go scream at him. I’ll be in my office. Just try not to shoot too many holes in him, yeah?”
“Ugh. This is such a bad idea,” Augustine breathes, following her.
“Marie?” Tommy asks, completely strapped up a chair. “Why are you so dressed up?”
“Felt like it,” I say.
“You look really nice,” he says, making me sigh.
“I’m pregnant,” I say, waiting for his response.
“Wha— Uh, congratulations,” he says, changing his mind mid word.
“I’m wearing four different weapons and I have a full back tattoo,” I say, my feet moving me closer to him.
Tommy takes a deep breath, though the tips of his ears turn red, telling me he’s holding onto his patience by the skin of his teeth. He never takes his eyes off of me, completely ignoring everything else.
“It’s your life,” he manages to grit out.
“I killed two people a few months ago,” I add, making him flinch.
