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“What would you have me do?” Legion deliberately ignores my question, though seems to ask his own with reluctance.
“I don’t know what you’re up to. But leave Dean alone. Leave the whole Saviors MC, alone. They’re nice men. Good people.”
“Are they?” he scoffs, his eyes narrowing at me again, though this time, it isn’t with suspicion or distaste.
“Legion, leave them alone. They haven’t done anything to you or anyone else.”
He points at me with the two fingers holding his cigarette. “You over step, woman.”
When I smile back at his scowling expression, it seems to confuse him slightly. I guess he was expecting a different reaction to his misogynistic response.
“So, you’re one of those.” I teasingly smirk at him, a feeble, flirtatious attempt at getting him to lower his guard. “Viking is always reminding me that women have no place sticking our noses into MC business.”
“Should have heeded his words.” Legion replies. “Now look where you are.” He leans back on his desk, his eyes roaming over me again as he brings that cigarette back to his mouth. He pulls another slow drag, studying me. “An innocent Angel… among the Demons.” His words drift from his lips on a cloud of smoke.
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” I remind him.
“I don’t intend to.”
“Then you’ll let me leave if I want to. I see I shouldn’t have come.”
He doesn’t make a move when I turn to the door and twist the knob, pulling it open. Before I can step out of the room, the two Demons waiting outside block my way from exiting. I turn back to Legion, finding him staring at me, still.
“If you’re going to keep me here against my will, at least crack a window… I can’t be around your smoking.”
A grin etches across Legion’s face, his head slightly tilting to the side. “Does it offend your delicate senses?” he asks, almost mockingly now.
“My delicate condition, actually.” My hand drops to my lower abdomen, as do his eyes as they follow my motion, before they shoot back up to meet mine again with surprise. After a brief pause, Legion lowers his hand to that crystal ashtray on his desk, and extinguishes the cigarette.
“Motherfucker...” He growls under his smokey breath. The corners of his mouth turn down into a grimace, as if he’s disgusted by the news. “You’re not even showing.”
“I just found out.”
His brow quirks up slightly. “Yesterday? The clinic?”
“I just got the confirmation. Will you back off whatever this is between you and The Saviors?” I ask again.
“Keegan’s bastard isn’t going to stop what he has coming to him… But… congratulations...” he says the word slowly and begrudgingly, as if he doesn’t mean it at all.
What he has coming to him?
I force myself to keep the smile on my face. “That didn’t sound sincere in the slightest.” I try to sound humorous about it, attempting once more, to bring that slightly softer side out of him. I’ve only merely caught glimpses of his kinder side, during our brief encounters, in his less guarded moments. I know it’s in there, even if he keeps it buried deep.
“He can’t possibly know you’re here.” Legion takes a step closer to me, but I stand my ground, keeping my chin up and holding eye contact with him as we stand nearly toe to toe now. My only other option would be to back up closer to his two henchmen blocking the door, and I like that option even less. “Not with you carrying his child… Unless… it isn’t his?” The almost hopeful tone in his voice throws me off for a moment.
“It’s his.”
Legion’s expression darkens once again. “Then he doesn’t know you’re here.”
“Maybe not yet… But someone does.” I warn him. “Someone other than Daniel.”
Legion glowers at me a moment longer, before he speaks again. “You look parched, darling.” His long, cold fingers grip my arm, firmly, but without causing discomfort. He pulls me towards the door and his two Demons part quickly to let us by. “Allow me to escort you to the bar. I’m sure we can find you something while we await the arrival of your Warden and Savior.”
