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“But, Rosita…” She protests.
“Viper will understand. So will Rosita.”
“What about my sister? I’m supposed to drive her to the airport in an hour.”
“I’ll have a prospect take her. There’s some shit I have to do tonight, I need you home, Vanna. Safe.”
“Alright.” she reluctantly agrees, looking harder at the cut on the side of my head. “Please, be careful.”
“I’m just going to check on something. Don’t worry.” I turn to look over at the prospects by Giuliana. Rusty catches my glare before the others do, and shifts his full attention to me as he approaches. “I need a transport.”
“I’m ready. Just tell me where and when.” He eagerly replies.
“Now. I want Vanna home.” I reach into her pocket and remove her car keys, tossing them to him. He catches them against his chest. “And her sister needs a ride to the airport. Work it out with another prospect about getting your bike from the parking lot after you drop off her cage at our house.”
“Sure thing, Prez.” Rusty nods, his eyes shifting to Vanna. “Are you ready to go, ma’am?”
“Ugh… ma’am. I’m not even thirty yet.” She sighs.
His gaze shifts back to me, as if he’s unsure of what to say now.
“This is precious cargo.” I hard eye him, my hand drifting casually across her hip, moving forward to stroke the front of her stomach with the back of my fingers, for a very brief moment. I don’t want the suspiciously watchful Giuliana, picking up on anything, prematurely. But I want to drive my point solidly home to Rusty.
“Yes, sir. Absolutely. I’ll drive like I’ve got the entire police force up my ass.” He says emphatically.
“I’m not quite sure I like that analogy.” I glare at him harder.
“Oh, hell no! Not like a police chase!” he shakes his head, waving his hands back and forth as if I’ve got it all wrong. “I just mean that I’ll drive super careful, like I’ve got a revoked license and it’s cop city out there.”
Vanna’s giggling breaks my resolve, and I can’t help but let a slight grin slip. The tension in his body visibly dissipates a bit, and I wave him off to go inform Giuliana that they’re leaving now. Shifting my attention back to Vanna, she’s got that bottom lip pinned in her teeth again.
“You’re such a bully, Sir Lancelot.” She teases me. “I’m surprised you don’t have me bubble wrapped. Or dare I further tempt you… Chained to the bed?”
“It’s crossed my mind.” I tease her back. “And I’m a lot nicer than Viking is to them.”
“I believe you.” She smiles. “On both accounts.”
“I’ll see you at home, doll. Don’t wait up.” I tell her, placing another kiss upon her lips before she heads off with her sister. I watch as she blows me one more kiss through the closing elevator doors, then I head for the Chapel.
“Give mom and dad my love when you see them.” I hug Giuliana once more before she heads into the airport. I watch her get inside the lobby, before I turn back to my car where Rusty is waiting at the curb. He opens the passenger side door for me, and I slide back in, buckling up while he gets in the driver’s seat.
Now that my sister is no longer here for Rusty to chat up, the ride home is rather quiet. I rarely get the opportunity to talk with any of the prospects. They’re kept busy for the most part, whenever I am around the Twisted Throttle Roadhouse. Before I can ask him anything, he asks me a question, first.
“Do you and Dean have a due date?”
“It’s looking like somewhere towards the middle of November.” I reply, resting my hand over the slight bump of my lower belly.
“So that puts you around four months now?” he asks.
“Right around there. Give or take a week or two.”
“Do you know what you’re having?”
“Not officially, no.” I say, bringing my other hand up to cover my yawn. I’m exhausted. Now that Giuliana is on her way back to New York, today’s escapades are catching up to me. I can’t wait to be in bed. I hope Dean won’t be too late.
“Heard about what happened at your shop.” He says.
“Gina’s husband?”
