by Cilla Lee
“What the....” he says as I run in the room for Doc.
“DOC WIDOW COLLAPSED!” he runs out the door as Sniper carries her in and he checks her pulse.
“Bring her inside,” he says, I take her from Sniper and carry her into the room with Asphalt and Doc starts to check her “Leave,” he tells me, and I walk out as he shines a light in her eyes
*
I pace the floor when a Doc comes out we all stand “How is she?” I ask him, and he looks at Sniper
“She's fine her iron levels were low which is why she had a dizzy spell.”
“And the baby,” I ask.
“The baby seems healthy, but she’ll need a proper scan done” I let the breath go that I was holdin’ in “How many weeks is she,” I ask and Doc and Sniper share a look. “Well,” I ask
“The babies yours Scythe, if that’s what you want to know.”
“Yeah, I do want to fuckin’ know! Why wasn’t I told?”
“You think you deserved to know,” Sniper asks
“You sure she's ok,” Sniper asks Doc, and he nods
“I need someone to go and get her prenatal prescription filled.”
“I’ll do it,” Blaze says” and Doc hands him a script, Cookie slaps me on the back
“You’re gonna be a father,” I smile looking at Sniper
“She should have told me.”
“She would have”
“Who else knew?”
“We all did,” he says
“Who all.”
“Our club” my anger spikes remembering Widow comin’ in yesterday covered in blood, I jump up and punch him in the face, everyone pullin' me back.
“YOU ALL FUCKIN’ NEW SHE WAS PREGNANT BUT SEND HER ON A JOB, WHAT THE FUCK SNIPER!” I yell at him, and he holds his face
“YOU DON'T THINK IT MAKES ME FEEL SICK, KNOWIN’ I COULD HAVE LOST HER AND MY GRANDBABY HUH! I LOST MY SHIT WHEN I FOUND OUT YESTERDAY. PREACHER'S SPORTIN’ A FUCKIN’ NASTY BLACK EYE A FAT LIP SCYTHE, SHE'S MY DAUGHTER. SO, DON'T FUCKIN’ GET ON YOUR MORAL HIGH FUCKIN’ HORSE, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CALLED HER A FUCKIN’ WHORE” I step back at his words takin’ a deep breath, Widow comes walkin’ out, and we all turn and look at her “Baby girl!” Sniper says pullin' her to him.
“What the fuck is going on?” she asks lookin’ around at the Brothers and their woman, Niya moves forward to give her a hug.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’d feel better if I got something to eat,” she looks around at us all.
“You sure you’re ok,” Niya asks and Widow nods.
“Good, then let’s get you something to eat then” Niya takes her arm, but I grab her upper arm, and she looks up at me
“Come on we need to talk,” I tell her as Niya pats her on the arm, Widow walks with me outside gettin' on the back of my bike. I hand her my helmet, and she puts it on, I ride for about twenty minutes when I pull off onto a small dirt road and stop just at the tree line of the beach; Widow gets off walkin' towards the ocean the sound of the waves the only sound, and I stand behind her waitin’
“I've been here before,” she says as she stares out into the ocean.
“With who?”
“Niya”
“Niya brought you here,” she nods her head.
“Yeah, during the fights, she brought me here so I could let go of some stress.”
“And how did you do that, ” she turns to me smilin' my dick instantly getting hard.
“Like this,” she says screamin' so loud the wind drowning out her voice, and I watch as she screams and screams until she stops sittin' down on the sand.
“Feel better,” I ask her, and she looks up at me, the tips of my boots at her ass and she leans back using my legs to keep her up.
“Sit forward,” I say, sittin' behind her and pullin' her to me, her smell filling my nose and my dick is screamin’ to play.
“Why didn't you tell me?” I whisper in her ear holdin’ her tight
“I wasn't sure what I was doing, and then it got too late to terminate, so I just kept ignoring it.”
“You were going to get an abortion?” she nods.
“I was there in the office on the day, but I left, I just couldn't do it.”
“I'm fuckin’ sorry, baby,” I tell her and she turns to look at me.
“I've never slept with Magic not once,” she says, and I lean forward kissin' her, a tear falling down her face, and I kiss it away.
“I love you Widow” more tears fall.
“I love you too,” she says, turning towards me and I kiss her the way I love to kiss her all-consuming, her taste filling my mouth.
“Marry me,” she looks at me a little shocked.
“I’m not going to marry you just because I’m pregnant Scythe.”
“I don’t want you to marry me cause you're carryin’ my kid, I want you to marry me cause I fuckin’ miss and love you baby.”
“I’m not giving up my Cut” I nibble her neck holdin’ her tight
“Baby I don’t want you to.”
“Good cause I never will!”
“So! You gonna marry me or what?”
“Really romantic Scythe.”
“Baby if I was romantic you’d think I was a pussy” she laughs.
“Yeah, I would”
“So!”
“Yes, I’ll marry you” I turn her to face me, and I look into her gorgeous eyes.
“I really do love you baby” she leans forward, and our lips connect my dick gettin’ hard as her taste floods my senses. We sit there for ages just makin’ out like two horny teenagers when her tummy rumbles.
“You, hungry baby.”
“Yeah,” I stand up and pull her up with me and kiss her again.
“We're havin’ a baby,” I say, and she smiles.
“We are.”
“I fuckin’ love you so much Widow” she laughs.
“Well, if you don't want you, son or daughter, to starve to death take me somewhere and feed us.”
“Daughter, no way,” I say
“You don't want a daughter.”
“Baby I don't care if it's a boy or girl as long as it's healthy, but boys are easier,” she kisses me again, and for the first time in months, I feel like I can breathe again. With Widow in my life the whole four years I spent inside disappear, replaced with thoughts of what's to come with my soon to be wife and mother of my child.
Chapter Forty-Five
Widow Maker
The moment he asked me to marry him my heart beat jumped, I’ve wanted this man from the first moment I saw him ‘Marry me’ those two simple words were what I wanted to hear. The months that we’ve been apart have been torture for me. Driving back with Asphalt’s life in my hands was an eye opener, I thought of my baby and the life I wanted for him or her, and that was having Scythe in the babies’ life. As we head into town, we pass the tattoo shop, and Saint and Socket were standing out the front and Scythe pulls over “What the fuck are you two doin’?” he asked them both.
“Came to get a new tat,” Saint says
“Oh yeah! Of what?”
“Just a back tat” I look at him.
“What of?” I ask, and he looks at me
“A gladiator standin’ over a body” I nod my head because it reminds me of my avenging angel on my back.
“Nice, when’s your next fight,” I ask him.
“Two weeks.”
“You’ve been up in Oregon fighting a lot lately,” I say an idea forming in my head.
“Yeah,” he says, and Scythe looks at me.
“You like it up there,” I ask him
“It’s ok! Fighting’s good money, Why?”
“Might have a proposition for you?” I say, and he looks at me curiously
“Oh yeah!” I look at Scythe.
“How about a trade,” he frowns at me
“A trade,” he says, and I nod.
“Yep, I take your place you take mine,” he doesn’t say anything for a
bit but nods his head.
“You want to move down here?” I nod.
“I do, I can’t fight for a while, and you’re still fighting, what the club made on my fights they can make up with yours.”
“Why you wanna leave so much?” he asks and Scythe smiles.
“Cause she’s havin’ my baby,” he says, and they both looked surprised
“You’re pregnant,” Socket asks, and I nod my head.
“Yep”
“Damn the clubhouse is a fuckin’ nursery with all the Old Ladies getting’ knocked up,” Saint says
“Well add one more Brothers,” Scythe says smiling more.
“I’ll have to talk to the boss man, but I think I might take you up on your offer,” Saint says, and Socket looks at him.
“You’d leave your brother?”
“He doesn’t need me with mom Rowen and Tink; he has all the help he needs.”
“But still” Saint rolls his eyes.
“Brother it’s four hours away” Saint looks at me.
“Talk to Preacher if he says yes, I’ll go” I smile wanting to jump off and kiss him, but I know that would be a bad move.
“Thanks, man,” I say, and Scythe starts his bike up.
“Later Brothers,” he says as we head back to the clubhouse.
*
After a long talk with both President's Preacher agrees to take Saint and Razor agrees for me to stay.
**
It’s just after Christmas when Scythe and I finally move into our own house, it’s just down the road from Niya and Colt’s so it’s a nice farmhouse style house, mom helping me to decorate and Scythe and I getting the baby's room ready. As mom and I were sitting on the front porch, we could hear yelling and banging “What the hell?” we both get up and walk into the nursery were Scythe and Cookie were smashing the baby’s crib to smithereens.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I yell at both of them, and they turn to us “Scythe!” I ask looking at all of the mess
“Baby,” he says, looking pissed off.
“Well?” I ask him
“The fuckin’ directions are shit I can’t understand a fuckin’ thing,” he says, shaking the instruction paper at me, I roll my eyes at him. So far, I’ve had to buy two high chairs a second carry cot and a buggy.
“Scythe!” he holds up his hands.
“No! Don’t fuckin’ say it” mom smiles, and I look at her trying to hold in my laugh.
“Scythe!”
“ARGH!... fine!” he says, walking out to grab his phone
“Sniper man,” he says as mom, and I laugh, I walk over to the man of my dreams the father to our unborn son and my fiancé and kiss him on the lips ‘I love you’ I mouth as he tells my dad he needs his help again. He hangs up his phone pulling me to him.
“I love you to Ava Moon Lancaster” I look at him.
“Who tol…...” he looks at me smiling “Fuckin’ Fly!”… I say, and he laughs his ass off making me smile…
NEXT IN THE SERIES
The Devils Beauty
Zoey has been away at College and can’t wait to get home; she can’t wait to get back to the club and start her job at Devils Repairs. Even though she’s worked there since she came to live with her sister Niya and her husband Colt, she’s loved the nitty-gritty of getting down and dirty with an engine. The only downside to going home this time is Saint doesn’t live there anymore, she’s only seen him twice in the past four years and still dreams of him. He’s the one guy she’s dreamt of saving herself for him, but she knows being a member of The Devils Soldiers women flock to them. She knows Saint isn’t waiting for her he barely even tolerates looking at her, but in her heart, he’s always been the one, but she knows it will never happen.
Saint has lived in Oregon for the past five years, he loves his life and being a member of the Devils Soldiers. And to earn his keep, he fights for the club making a shit tone of money. The party’s pussy and booze; this life is his own heaven. The only problem is, he still thinks about the one thing that was his hell, Zoey. She was underage, gorgeous as fuck and totally off limits. And one rule in the club was you never touched the untouchable, and Zoey was the most untouchable thing he craved.
FOLLOWING THE SERIES
The Devils Beauty
The Devils Sister
