“You two want to add to that?” Cat asks, baiting his road captain and his sergeant-at-arms, trying to break down their respect amongst the other club members. This could get bad. It could get really, really bad. I can’t have the Daybreakers turning on their officers or disrespecting them.
“We have an arrangement,” Sin offers up, shrugging his shoulders as he drops his hand from mine. “The four of us and Gidget.”
“Couldn’t resist a hot piece of ass like that,” Grainger adds, moving up on my other side. “I mean, look at her.” He glances down at me with a dismissive expression that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But that’s okay. I’m the only one in here that’ll be able to read into that. “If Beast wants to share his wife, I’m game. Best fuck I’ve ever had.”
He moves past me and then grabs the sofa against the far wall, flipping it over by himself and probably putting unnecessary strain on his still-healing body. He takes a knife out and cuts the protective covering on the bottom of the couch, even as Crown’s eye twitches. I’m discovering that my asshole lover is actually quite particular about his things.
“Nothing here,” Grainger announces, shoving the couch back into place and putting the cushions back. “It’s that easy to clean up after yourselves. Hurry up. We have other buildings to sweep.” He snaps into sergeant-at-arms mode, moving out of the room while the other men hesitate just briefly, waiting to see if Cat will defy his officer’s order. When he doesn’t, they resume their sweep but in a much more respectful sort of way.
The rest of the men exit the room to continue their perusal of the property while I wait with Beast, Sin, Crown, and Cat.
My father’s eyes bore into me, shimmering with violence.
“You little cunt,” he hisses out, but he can’t make a move on me without making a move on his officers in front of the other men. Crown was right when he said that maintaining secrecy was a brilliant political move. There are men in the club who will defer to the officers in the event of a coup. Cat can’t risk that. He also can’t risk losing his best strategists and his best fighters all in one go.
Even though he won’t admit it, he doesn’t want to lose me either.
Killing these men will alienate me forever.
“Whatever you think of me,” I say, wishing we were alone, wishing he’d let me talk to him without grabbing me by the fucking throat or throwing me into a swimming pool, “just know that I’m on your side in this.”
Cat moves up next to me and leans down, making Beast tense up.
“One wrong step from any of you, and I’ll have your fucking heads.” He tries to move away, but I grab his arm, and he moves like he might just punch me, my lovers be damned.
“She’s pregnant,” Sin says, grabbing his president’s arm before he can sucker-punch me.
I wondered if Nellie hadn’t already told him … but based on Cat’s expression, I’m guessing not. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and he stares at me like he’s never seen me before. I stare right back, but I wish that he would reconsider beating the fuck out of me for me, and not because of this.
“You’re going to be a grandfather,” I tell him, looking him dead in the face and trying to get some sort of emotional response from the man. He just looks at me and then laughs. It’s an ugly laugh. A hideous one.
“Is it the mafia boy’s?” he asks, surprising me, and I blink back at him. “You and your fucking idiot sister,” he murmurs, and I wonder if that’s what he thinks is going on.
“Queenie loved Kian,” I say, challenging him. “You knew that. I know that. But I’ll tell you this: I’m not carrying Grey’s baby.” I keep my voice low, just as he does. There’s no way to survive this if news of my connection to Grey spreads through the rest of the Daybreakers. “This is a club baby.”
I make myself stand still and straight as Cat studies me.
“You don’t even know who the father is, do you?” he asks, turning a look on the other men. “Fuckin’ Christ, Gidge.”
I don’t correct him—even though I really want to. It’s Gidget, goddamn it.
My mouth twitches.
“We kill people and bury them out back of Gram’s house. What does it matter if I fuck four guys?” I wait there, hands curled into fists at my sides, but Cat just scoffs at me and moves away, leaving me to stand there trembling with a mix of rage and frustration.
I turn to watch him go. He heads out the front door, slamming it shut behind him. A few seconds later, I hear him start his bike and take off.
