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Whatever the fuck that is anymore.

I stared at Lauren from across the room, our eyes meeting and she smiled widely. I stopped myself from walking over to her, from wrapping my arms around her and claiming what was mine. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, slamming my foot on the brake every time I wanted more from her. It wouldn’t be fair to take more, not now, not with this threat looming in the air.

I battle with myself on a daily basis, thinking I’m doing the wrong thing by staying with Lauren, getting close to her and actually learning what it is to be a dad. I argue that she and the baby need me that I can save them from the unknown but when I’m alone I know the truth. I look at Blackie struggle with his wife’s death. I look at Jack, constantly worried something is going to happen to Reina or Lacey and know every minute I’m with Lauren is a risk, a gamble I’m taking with her life.

But still, there’s a shred of hope inside of me that overpowers the truth, and I tell myself it’s okay. I can protect her. I can protect Pea.

I love my life.

Or I did.

I thought being a part of the Satan’s Knights was my calling, my destiny, a goddamn saving grace.

I guess that was before I had something to lose—before
them
.

“Twenty bucks says it’s a girl,” Jack said beside me, as everyone shouted pink or blue and little Luca pulled the tape from the box.

Anthony crouched down beside his son, helping him as he opened the box and a bunch of pink balloons escaped. He pulled Luca into his arms and reached for Adrianna.

He did it.

He got the girl and the kid, even managed to keep them.

“Fork over your money, Richie Rich,” Jack teased, holding out his palm as he polished off the rest of his beer.

“The rich kid jokes are getting old man,” I complained.

“Hey,” Lauren said as she laced her arm through mine. “Mind if I steal him away for a minute?” She asked Jack.

“He’s all yours, girl. Good luck with that,” he winked, chuckling to himself as he walked away from us.

“Congrats,” I said, taking Lauren’s hand in mine. “A niece.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, staring at me thoughtfully before she shook her head and blinked.

“Thanks,” she muttered, as she glanced around the room and led me away from the crowd.

“Where are we going?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” she hissed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked curiously, as we walked through the kitchen, turning into a hallway. Lauren glanced around, a mischievous smile on her face as she opened the door that led to the garage and pushed me through before closing it behind her.

“Kitten,” I started, unable to help the smile that formed on my mouth as I stared at her.

“No time for small talk, Tiger,” she whispered, taking my hand and leading me toward the car parked in the center of the room.

Did I mention pregnancy was the best thing ever? Lauren was insatiable, wanting my dick morning, noon and night. How could I ever deny her?

She hopped onto the hood of the car, spreading her legs and crooked her finger.

“Whose car is this?” I asked, as I walked toward her.

“Victor’s, the man has no use for it where he is and I always wanted to take it for a ride,” she whispered, grinning as she gripped the ends of my cut in her hands and pulled me between her legs. “So, I’ve got this fantasy…one that involves this car, you and me.”

She leaned in, peppering my lips with kisses as her hands traveled down my chest.

“Kitten, you’re going to be the death of me,” I whispered huskily, as I gripped her hips and pulled her further onto the edge of the car. She locked her legs around my waist and I groaned.

“Would that be so bad? I mean there’s worse ways to go, right?” She cupped my face and those crystal blue eyes stared into mine.

Shit.

I was lost.

In the abyss known as Lauren Bianci.

I wish I had seen her coming.

Maybe if I had had a warning, I would’ve stood a chance.

“No I guess not,” I replied.

“Ask me about my fantasy, Riggs,” she ordered, her hands still holding my face.

“What’s your fantasy, Kitten?” I urged, my voice sounding gruff.

She leaned her forehead against mine.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a dream,” she whispered.

“Starting to wonder if you are,” I admitted, pushing back the threats, the bad vibes, all the things that could turn this thing we had into a nightmare. I pushed back the truth because the lie was the dream.

“You know what dreams are don’t you, Riggs?” She questioned, as she unbuttoned my jeans and drew down the zipper. Liking where this was going, I reached behind me and retrieved my gun from the waistband and laid it gently against the roof of the car. “They’re the things you’re too afraid to go out and grab. A dream is a subconscious plea, it’s a taunting voice telling you to grab your balls and take what you want,” she explained, lifting her eyes back to mine. “Do you ever dream?”

Christ, shut up. Please.

I was two seconds from getting down on my knees and not to get a taste of the thing I craved most but to beg her to stop talking.

Every word she said I fell deeper into the abyss.

I’d never be able to get out.

She palmed my cock and whispered against my ear.

“Dream with me,” she said softly.

I lifted my hand to her cheek, turned her slightly and took her lips, silencing that mouth before it ruined me. My fingers threaded her hair as my lips worked hers, slowly, achingly, before the brutal assault of my tongue and teeth. She met my demands, played right into my hands or maybe I played into hers, this was her fantasy after all, either way she parted her lips and invite me inside.

Her tongue greeted me, welcoming me home, just like she did every fucking night I walked in the door.

Home.

Dreams.

Everything I never wanted.

Everything I had wrapped around me.

She pushed me back, lifting her skirt, letting the stretchy material pool around her belly, and lifted her hips as she shimmied her panties down her legs. I watched as she bent her leg and pulled her panties from her ankle, twirling them around her finger with a smile on her face.

“Dream with me,” she repeated, only this time there was no soft whisper of the words and instead a bold demand. She spread my cut open, reaching inside and tucking her lace panties into the inside pocket. “I promise they’ll be good dreams…every single one,” she whispered, before pulling me back to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I knew every dream we shared would be beautiful in their own right. Every single one, starting from the one we were in the middle of sharing right now, to the one growing inside of her. I gave into her like I always did because I have no fucking idea how to say no.

And I didn’t want to.

As God as my witness, I never want to say no.

I’m going to Hell.

I grabbed her face and crushed my mouth against hers as she worked my boxer briefs down to release my cock. I blocked out her words, her goddamn quest for a dream and turned a heavy moment, a moment I’d go to my grave thinking of, and turned it into just sex.

Just sex.

Something I knew.

Something I wasn’t scared of.

Something I wasn’t afraid of losing.

I reached down, dragging my fingers along her wetness. Kitten was always drenched for me, always taking my cock like she was made for me and only me. I parted her lips, wrapping my hand around my shaft and brought my thick head, glistening with her dreams and her promises, to her pussy.

I cupped the back of her neck with one hand as my other hand fell to her hip and I pushed inside of her. Keeping my eyes on hers as I succumbed to the abyss, inch by inch, each beat of my heart, each beat of hers.

“Riggs…” she moaned, as I filled her.

I was balls deep in Kitten, surrounded by everything I wouldn’t allow myself to dream of and my hand moved subconsciously, like a dream, to her stomach.

She ran her index finger down my cheek, lifting my chin so my eyes found hers.

“Tiger,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” I growled, snapping out of it. I leaned into her, splaying my palms on the hood of the car as I rotated my hips, making her feel me and how deep I was inside of her. She grabbed onto my shoulders, lifting her ass off the car and pressing herself into me.

“Doesn’t get any deeper than this baby,” I hissed, bending my head to graze her neck.

“No, you’re right it doesn’t,” she whispered. I lifted my head and my eyes bore into hers and I began moving, in and out, slow and fast until the fire inside me built to an uncontrollable need. It was then I gave into the temptation and recklessly fulfilled the dream.

Her pussy tightened around my cock, her body went from writhing wildly to being completely still as she came. Her back fell against the hood of the car and she arched one final time before I started coming deep inside of her, giving her everything, everything I didn’t even know I had in me to give someone.

I dropped my body over hers, taking her arms and pinning them over her head before pressing my mouth to hers.

“You’re ruining me, Kitten,” I said against her mouth.

“How so?” She panted.

“Just trust me, you have fucking sunk your claws so deep inside me I’ll never recover,” I declared, slowly lifting myself off of her and pulling out.

She sat up, her eyes watching intently as I tucked myself back into my jeans and carefully zipped them back up. She hopped off the hood, tugging her skirt down her thighs before pressing her hand over my chest.

“Keep the panties,” she smirked. “My gift to you. A reminder that dreams come true.” She patted my cut where her panties were safely tucked away and turned toward the door. I grabbed my gun from the hood of the car, pushing it into the waistband of my jeans and watched as she walked away. Her hips had widened a bit, her ass slightly rounder, all the makings of a pretty fucking spectacular view.

I felt the grin spread across my face until she froze.

“Oh, my God,” she said.

“What? What’s the matter?” I asked, as I strode to her side. Her hands falling to her stomach, as she looked at her belly. “Lauren, what’s the matter?” I asked, something in the pit of my stomach dropped as I stared at her.

Her eyes widened and then a smile spread across that perfect mouth of hers.

“She kicked!” She turned, grabbing my hand and pressing the palm against her stomach. “Oh, my God, Riggs, Pea kicked,” she exclaimed, moving my hand all around her belly.

I diverted my eyes to her stomach, holding my breath as I waited to feel our kid.

“There, did you feel it?” She lifted her eyes to mine.

“I don’t feel anything,” I whispered, drawing out a deep breath as my eyes met hers.

“The book says the mom usually only feels it at first,” she said with a frown, laying her hand over mine. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” I replied, lacing our fingers together and moving to open the door. “Just something to look forward to,” I said, realizing I meant the words as they left my mouth.

I wanted to feel Pea.

This dad shit was one surprise after another.

We walked out of the garage as my phone rang. I glanced down at the screen, drawing my eyebrows together when I saw it was Jack. He was just fucking here…somewhere. I lifted the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Put your dick in your pants and meet me outside,” he snapped, disconnecting the call.

“Everything okay?” Kitten asked as we walked into the kitchen. I turned around and looked at her, watching as she sipped a bottle of water. Her cheeks flushed, her hand still on her belly hoping to get another feel of Pea.

“I’ve got to go,” I said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

She pulled the water bottle from her lips and looked at me.

“Oh, okay,” she placed the water on the counter and turned to me.

“Give me a kiss,” I ordered, hating the disappointment reflected in her eyes.

She reached up on her tip toes, wrapping one arm around my neck and placed her hand against my cheek as her lips glided over mine.

“Be careful,” she said against my mouth.

“I’ll see you later,” I replied, giving her ass a soft smack before winking at her and slipping out the back door, avoiding the bunch of crazy Italians that were probably fighting over godparent rights.

I walked around to the front of the house and saw Jack straddling his bike.

“What’s the big emergency?” I asked, walking up to him.

He lifted his head, his facial expression grim as he stared back at me.

“Wu sent a message,” he clipped.

Four simple words.

Words that turned any short-lived dream into a nightmare

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

 

 

“Shit,” Jack growled, as we killed the engines of our bikes and assessed the damage at Pop’s shooting range. I stared at the front of the building, riddled with bullets, as Jack pulled off his fingerless gloves, taking casual strides toward the dozens of cops swarming the joint.

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