HIS BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by April Lust

  He didn’t. He pushed harder.

  It only took five pounds of direct pressure to break a bone. There was a little bone in the throat that broke when a person got choked, it was supposed to be more detrimental to survival than the actual choking.

  “Kellan,” she whispered.

  The water rushed up around the two of them, lifting them inside the cabin. It helped with some of the pressure. He pushed her downwards, the water puddled around her ears. She took the deepest breath his hands would allow.

  “He’s not here.”

  Somewhere, glass broke. Gabriel’s head jerked to the side, his mouth went slack. Those hawk eyes rolled backwards and his grip on her neck relaxed. When his body slumped to the side she saw a bullet wound just behind his eye.

  She didn’t take time to be grateful that she could breathe. With the water rushing in she wouldn’t be able to do that for very long. She kicked out at the door again and again but it wouldn’t but it wouldn’t budge. The car had sunk too deep. There was too much pressure on the outside. God, how deep was this pool? She shifted her attention to the window. Had it been a roll down window she would have been fine, but it was the automatic kind and the engine was no longer a help. She kicked, and kicked, and kicked again. It slipped down inside the slot a half an inch. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. Emma wrapped her bruised fingers over the fake glass and shoved it down, it gave, little by little, but it wasn’t fast enough.

  She took a breath deep enough to make her lungs burn. She pushed, down and down. The window gave and she slithered through it. The water wasn’t cold, it was hot, and a thick substance was leaking out of the car. She swam away from it. Her body carried her up until she breached the surface, not half so pretty as the mermaid had been, but very much alive.

  A very pale hand reached out to her. She smiled and took it.

  “Hello, Phantom.”

  “Emma.” He nodded. “Is he dead?”

  “Yes.” Her heart sank. “Did you? Were you the one who shot him?”

  Phantom shook his head and pointed. Emma couldn’t see Kellan, not exactly. But there, perched in a tree, was a small glimmer of light, and the outline of a man against a trunk.

  She didn’t think she ran for that spot. Her aching and wounded legs felt nothing as she charged across wet concrete and the burning remains of a dead drug dealer’s gate. Modern materials gave way to pine needles and branches. She clamored up the hill, even as the shape jumped down from the tree.

  “Kellan, oh god, Kellan!”

  He came out of the forest like a dark-haired specter. Obsidian curls swam around his angular face. His jeans hung low on his hips, as if they were too big, but she saw they were only torn. His vest hung around his chest.

  “Come here.” His strong arms wrapped around her, and he hefted her off the ground. She felt like she was flying when he swung her in a circle. Somehow his mouth found hers. He kissed her like he would eat her from her lips down. Right this moment, she would have been perfectly okay with that. He kissed her until neither of them could breathe. “Let me see you. Dammit, let me look at you.”

  His hands kept her face and she winced. “Careful, please. I’m a little burnt”

  “Emma, what happened? Was it Gabriel?” If his voice had been a knife, it would have cut her. “He’s dead. I killed him.”

  She shook her head, not sure if he was telling her he had shot Gabriel or reminding himself. “I know you did, thank you. But not all of this was him, no.”

  Her answer did nothing to alleviate his blooming wrath. Anger, hot and visceral, flickered through his eyes. “Where is Michael?”

  “Dead,” she whispered, barely willing to bring herself to say it. “I killed him. Oh god.”

  Saying it somehow made it more real. She had seen it, watched his body fall to the ground in that dead-man’s slump. Still, now that the truth of it had come out of her lips she couldn’t stop herself from remembering it over and over again. It was real. It had happened. Her legs wouldn’t hold her up.

  His arms tightened around her, dragging her to the comforting line of his chest. She took in the scent of him, drowned herself in it. She had no tears, but she sobbed anyway. Deep, guttural sounds ripped through her until she couldn’t breathe. “I thought you were dead!” she managed when the tightness in her chest eased. “I saw a video of the clubhouse. They said there were no survivors.”

  “Some of them did die.”

  “Who?” she demanded, stepping back from the comfort that he offered. “Who died?”

  He hesitated before telling her. “Vinny, Joe, a few others. And Leon.”

  “Leon?” she whispered softly. “He’s really dead?”

  “Yeah, he is. I’m sorry, Emma. I really am.”

  She couldn’t take much more tonight, but she had to ask. “Rudy?”

  “He’s fine, and Phantom. The three of us are all that’s left right now.”

  She nodded slowly. It was something. It wasn’t much but right now she would take anything. Phantom, the boy who had saved her, was alive. He had pulled her out of the pool. She hadn’t seen Rudy, but she was willing to take Kellan’s promise that he was somewhere.

  “Okay.” She managed to clear her throat. “Okay, I’m here. You’re here. We aren’t dead.”

  “That’s right. We can rebuild everything else. I’ve got you, Emma. I’m right here,” he whispered against the wet mat of her hair. “Tell me what happened.”

  “It is a very, very long story, but I need to go to the doctor. I got hit in the head. I got hit in the head a lot. Samantha even hit me.”

  He blinked down at her. “Samantha?”

  He didn’t know, she realized. Even now he didn’t know everything that had happened. She managed to tell him, pausing every now and then to explain what she had seen and what Samantha had told her. “I don’t know where she is now.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” he promised, “all that matters is you are safe. We need to get going. A lot of cops might not come up this way, but an explosion is going to bring bodies.”

  “All right, but I still need to go to an ER.”

  “Anything you want, Emma. God, anything.” He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing one set of knuckles and then the other. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t want to say it before, I love you.”

  She took one of her hands from his and put it against his cheek. “I love you, too.”

  Chapter 18

  Emma didn’t relax until she heard the familiar sounds of a medical center. Sure, hospitals didn’t have as much howling or squawking, but there was enough that she could let herself linger in the curve of Kellan’s arm. He answered all of the police officer’s questions. Some of what he said was lies, some was real, all of it was easy to forget when the doctor waved Kellan aside and started the impersonal process of making sure she wasn’t going to die.

  “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

  Kellan seemed to grow two sizes, taking up more space than his body was actually capable of. “Why?”

  The doctor looked completely unimpressed. “Because you are bleeding on my floor. Go get yourself seen to.”

  Kellan had the good sense to look sheepish. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

  The doctor blinked at him owlishly until he left the room. The whisper of an air conditioning unit pumping into the room made Emma lay back against the crinkle of medical paper that protected the bed and made for easy clean up. It felt so good to lie down.

  “I have to ask,” the doctor said once the door was closed, “did your husband do this to you?”

  Emma blinked twice before she understood exactly what the doctor was asking. “Oh, no. No. I mean, Kellan and I might yell at once another, but not this.”

  “I’m going to assume that the cock-n-bull story he just gave to the nice police officer in the emergency room was fake.”

  “Doctor-patient confidentiality?” Emma asked.

  “As far as
it will stretch.”

  Emma sat up again, her muscles screamed in protest. She settled into a position and held as still as possible. She looked into the doctor’s dark eyes, took a deep breath, and told her everything from the night that she was attacked in her dorm room until the moment that she stepped into the emergency room. She knew doctor-patient privilege would only cover some of the crimes, but she needed to talk.

  “Well,” she said after the story ended. “That’s what happened.”

  “I don’t know if I should believe you or toss you in a nut house.”

  Emma shrugged a shoulder. “At the end of the day, doc, it’s entirely up to you. You could go out there and get that cop. Federal crimes aren’t covered by privilege.”

  “Do you plan on making a habit of killing a would-be rapist?”

  “I really, really hope not. All I want to do is go to college, open a practice, and have a simple life.”

  The doctor motioned towards the door Kellan had left through. “You think you are going to get that when you are walking around with that?”

  Emma didn’t just answer. She thought about it. There was a chance that being with Kellan another night like this might happen. Actually, odds were definitely on it. Even so, Emma couldn’t bring herself to walk away, not after he rescued her, not after he admitted to loving her.

  “Doc, I have loved that boy since I was sixteen years old. I can’t help that. I can, however, make the best life with him that I can.”

  The doctor eyed her again and then sighed. “All right, if the officer asks, I will just tell him you stuck to your husband’s story. That aside, how are you feeling?”

  “I have a concussion. It started off mild but the accident exacerbated the problem.”

  Her cool dark fingers investigated the bump. “Exacerbated, huh? You said you were going to open a practice? Are you a doctor?”

  “Vet, or I will be when I finish school.”

  “How long do you have?” the woman asked. She looked more concerned than interested.

  “Just a semester. I might take this one off. My dad just died, and I just got married, and then all of this.”

  “Mm-hmm. Might be a good idea. You never know how much stress can affect your studies.” She picked up a clipboard and settled it professionally against her arm. “All right, let’s go over the basics. Open and say ah.”

  Emma did all of it. She got her heart listened to, got her ears checked, her eyes looked over. It felt good to just be able to do what she was told, to sit back and let someone else act. She had done too much action tonight.

  “What was the date of your last menstrual cycle?”

  Emma told her, then added, “But the pregnancy test came back negative.”

  “If you don’t mind, I’m going to confirm that. You are going to need some medication for all your bumps and bruises. I don’t want to give you anything that could potentially hurt you.”

  Emma found herself frowning. “I hate to say this, but with everything that happened to me tonight there is no chance that a baby would stick around.”

  The doctor shrugged and patted her shoulder. “Better safe than not.”

  It was, Emma decided, a good thing that the doctor had taken that test. At the end of the day all she could prescribe was a few tablets of Tylenol.

  “What?” Kellan asked, having returned to the room after his hip had been stitched up. “What do you mean Tylenol?”

  The doctor took a deep breath and shared a look with Emma. Without another word she stepped out. Emma reached for Kellan’s hand. There were a million ways she might have been able to tell him what was going on. Poetic statements and flowery phrases that might have worked with a different kind of man, but none of them were for Kellan.

  “I’m pregnant,” she said softly. “I’m going to have a baby. If you want to, we are going to have a baby.”

  He stared at her with open-mouthed disbelief. “What? How?”

  She raised her brow at him. “I was pretty sure you understood the mechanics of the whole thing.”

  He took his hand out of hers and walked in a little circle. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. Emma, I love you, I meant it when I said it and I mean it now, but I would be a terrible father.”

  “Why?” she asked as gently as she could. “What makes you so sure?”

  “My father—”

  She cut him off because she didn’t want to hear it again. “Your father was his own person. He was a terrible person but he wasn’t you. My father was a biker, a high school dropout, a criminal, a killer, and a thief. Of all of those things, I’m only one of them.”

  He opened and closed his mouth several times. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “Get over yourself,” she said flatly. On a different day she might have held her arms out to him and let him cry, but it had been too long a night with too many emotions for her to hold his hand through this particular one. “Because you are going to be a dad.”

  He flopped down into a seat and held his head in his hands. He was shaking and she could see it. She made a small sound. Apparently she would have to do some handholding anyway. She held her fingers out to him and motioned him over.

  “Kellan, I love you. I love you so very much. You are stubborn, and difficult, and arrogant, and you manage people the way other people manage money. But you think very little of yourself where it matters most. You rushed in to rescue me, to do the thing that needed to be done even though you didn’t know what might happen to you. If that’s not fatherhood material, I don’t know what is.”

  “What if I mess up?”

  She gave his fingers a squeeze. “Then I’ll be there to set it all right.”

  “I don’t know if I am ready.”

  She pulled him towards her, and placed her lips gently against his. “You’ll be ready.”

  For the first time since she told him the news a flicker of hope and happiness moved across his face. His lips teased up in a tiny grin. “You know, if we weren’t already married, I’d ask you to marry me.”

  “Well,” she said, her lips splitting into a truly amused grin, “it’s a good thing we already got that covered.”

  Chapter 19

  The smell of burgers and hot dogs wafted through the deep summer heat nearly a year later. Rocco, whose fur had almost recovered from the cast he had hobbled around in for too many months, circled the grill with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His tail thumped against the dirt in hope.

  “What do you want?” Kellan asked, flopping down in a nearby chair and resting the heel of one foot on the toe of the other. “You know burgers are bad for you. Emma says so all the time.”

  “What?” a low country drawl said as the meat flipped on top of the grill. “A li’l bit’a meat never killed none of my hounds I tell ya. Gave them just a little bit with their dinner. Besides, what is in all that fancy meat at the grocery store? Tofu? Naw.”

  “Whatever you say, Wayne.”

  The man turned around, the Prospect patch clear on his chest. His shot hair was half hidden beneath an honest to god cowboy hat. He tipped it in Kellan’s direction and gave a big grin. “I mean, what would happen if I just happened to drop a piece on the ground?”

  Rocco circled around, his tail flopping back and forth, back and forth. He gave a yip of demand before a fat piece of meat rolled of the grill and landed at his feet. Rocco was just about to demolish it when a golden blur beat him to it.

  Kellan laughed. “Look at that, old dog, the pup beat you two it.”

  The younger dog, who had the look of a golden retriever and something far hairier rolled, onto his back, and onto the discarded burger.

  “Samantha!”

  The pup, hearing her name called with a very stern voice, sprang to its feet and rolled over. A large hunk of food clung to her fur. She gave a shrill and youthful bark before charging across the yard towards the open backdoor and the woman who stood there. His heart did a slow twitch in his chest that made
him feel breathless.

  The real Samantha was locked up in the women's state prison. Apparently she had been helping the brothers sell of plenty of young pretty girls to the highest bidder. Kellan hadn't understood why Emma had wanted to name a good dog after such a horrible person, and when he had ask she had just fixed him with a smile and shrugged. “Because she's a bitch.”

  His woman had the strangest sense of humor.

  Emma had tossed her hair into a messy tail at the top of her head, decked out in medical scrubs. A simple golden band sat on her finger, matching the one that sat on his. Her work outfit was pink, and made her face look flushed and happy. Though that might have also been because of the baby positioned on her hip.