HANDS OFF MY WIFE_Black Cossacks MC

by Claire St. Rose

  As soon as Angeline sat up in his arms, her head was back on the floor. Her will was growing weaker as the baby held court. It was coming like a freight train, and she was suddenly afraid of the perfectly set room, far from sterile. Where were the gowned men and women with gloved hands? Where was Kane?

  She shrieked again, and Brent held her tight. With fluttering eyes, she looked over her shoulder. A small light that wasn’t the moon peeked through the window.

  “Kane?”

  There was a soft knock on the door. Kane wouldn’t knock. He didn’t have to. So who was here? Was it a stranger? Was it Noel? Ready to swoop in and steal the child that would never be his? Angeline wanted whoever it was to just go. She would figure out the next step when—

  Her cries reached the rafters, and she shuddered in Brent’s embrace as she heard the door open. A voice moved up the stairs, and Angeline’s heart lightened when she recognized the sound.

  “Hello?” it called out again.

  “Jeremy!”

  Kane’s brother suddenly appeared in the doorway. It seemed to take him all of a second to survey the scene and any bad blood dried up when she gazed at him with pleading eyes.

  “Jeremy?”

  “Angeline?”

  Falling to Brent’s side, he touched her hair lightly.

  “The baby?” he asked.

  “What the hell do you think?” Brent bellowed.

  Brushing her father off, Jeremy whipped out his phone. When she heard him explain the location of the house and her current condition, she sagged slightly in her father’s arms. Angeline had no idea why he was here or what he wanted, but she was grateful for his hand in hers as he nodded.

  “Hang on, Angeline,” Jeremy said.

  However, she couldn’t. She felt the baby slipping out from her. As she gritted her teeth and tried to press her legs together, Angeline knew that she was losing the battle. Jeremy turned his head to Brent, but her father could offer nothing but a terrified shrug as his little girl quaked in his arms.

  “Where is my brother?” Jeremy asked in a thick voice.

  Pointing towards her phone, Jeremy scrambled across the floor and tried to succeed where Angeline had failed. With each call to voicemail, Jeremy’s face tightened. He was about to fling the phone away, when Angeline grabbed his wrist and spoke from her heart.

  “Kane… please…”

  Watching Jeremy through fluttering lashes, she saw Jeremy roll his eyes, but as his fingers moved across the screen, she felt certain that he was texting her wish to her lover’s eyes. He would see it. He would come.

  “Help me!” she screamed. “Someone please…”

  But would it be in time?

  Tossing the phone aside, Jeremy removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Angeline was stunned to attention at the feel of his hands against her thighs and tried to move closer to her father. Jeremy was here; he had called for help; but, he was not her friend. He hated her for Kane’s incarceration and hated the baby coming fast when Ellen’s womb was barren. Would he suddenly prove more vicious than Noel and rob her of the baby in some twisted form of revenge? Would he give her child to Ellen?

  Angeline tried to fight him off, and Brent tried to lift her away from Jeremy’s hold.

  “What do you think you’re—”

  Brent barely had her off the ground when his legs gave out again, and Angeline reached for her father as Jeremy turned her face to his.

  “The baby’s coming,” Jeremy said. When she stayed silent, his fingers ground into her cheeks, and his stare was harsh as he repeated his statement.

  “Yes!” Angeline said. “I don’t… please don’t… I’m sorry!”

  Jeremy didn’t speak as eased her back to the floor. Stroking her face for all of a second, his hands returned to her thighs, and even as his voice seemed a million miles away, Angeline leaned into it.

  “Push, Angeline.”

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this—not with his brother. She would wait for Kane to see the text message and hope for the sound of his bike, the sight of him in the doorway. Looking for him now, Angeline thought that she saw him, but as her lips lifted into a grateful smile, Kane vanished. She tried to will him back, but then the rush of the baby desperate to see the room was all that she could think of.

  “Come on,” Jeremy urged. “You can do this.”

  Instead, Angeline only thought, “Not without Kane. I need him here.”

  “Angeline!”

  Angeline trembled under his touch, still uncertain of his intentions. Jeremy’s cold glare morphed into something resembling concern, and as Angeline felt her father’s hand in hers, she peered into Jeremy’s eyes.

  “I don’t want… I don’t want anything bad to happen.”

  Jeremy’s touch was kind, his voice soothing, as he leaned closer to her face. “Then, work with me, Angeline. Let this be a nice surprise when he comes home.”

  And he would come back to her. She knew that.

  Believing in Jeremy for the first time, she gripped her father’s hand until she thought the bones of his fingers might break and strained to bring the baby into the room. It would be okay. The ambulance had to show at any second, and they would make their way to the hospital. Kane would be more than a mirage, and…

  “No…”

  Her pain stopped, but the room went silent. There should be crying; Jeremy should be announcing what it was; Brent should be calling for a blanket. However, she heard nothing but the sound of flesh smacking flesh as ragged breaths tunneled into an unseen abyss.

  “My baby…”

  “Angie, don’t.”

  She fought past her father’s arms and stretched forward. Jeremy was trying to breathe life into the body of her limp baby. Touching her suddenly bare belly, Angeline’s eyes went wild. This was supposed to be a safe place for their child, a perfect place.

  Not a tomb.

  “No!” she screamed. “Please, Jeremy! Please.”

  There was still no sound as Kane’s brother worked on his hands and his lips on the limp little body in his trembling arms.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  Kane went home. He burst through the door and found the house abandoned. Looking for Angeline in the nursery, he found the room awash in blood, and the rocking chair was turned over.

  Where was she? Had Noel beaten him to the punch and hurt her to keep him in line? It was impossible, but then where was she?

  “Angel!”

  He moved like a madman to their bedroom and still she was nowhere to be seen. Calling out for Brent, Kane’s cries went unanswered. As he ran back to his bike, he was stopped by a neighbor walking some mutt. “Hey!” the girl cried, as she waved her slender hand in the air.

  Kane ignored her and kept moving. He had to find Angeline. He decided he would go back to Noel, as he muttered, “I swear to God… if he touched her again.”

  “Mister! I think it’s the baby. They’re at the hospital.”

  As the neighbor’s words sunk in, Kane was drowned in self-loathing. He never should have left her alone—not when she needed him, when they needed him. He did not wait for clarification, as he hurried into the night.

  As the streets whizzed by, Kane saw his Angel crying out in anguish. She had wanted him. Only him. She had tried to call him, but he had been focused on Noel and revenge. When she needed him most, when Kane could have been at her side, he was trapped in the past. Sure, Noel had forced her. It was unforgivable, but it was done. He should have stayed with Angeline, and now, something had gone wrong. During the ride to the hospital, he repeated, “Please be alright. Angel, please let it be alright.”

  Kicking his bike aside, Kane plowed into the ER. He saw harmless accidents and possible heart attacks all around him. He didn’t care. Pounding his fist into the reception desk, he asked for Angeline Wilkins. His plea was barely answered by a bored nurse with tired eyes.

  “Take a seat, sir,” she said. “I’ll look into it.”

  Look into it? Loo
k into it? Angeline was not something to be pushed to the bottom of a list until this blonde with wild nails that made no sense for a nurse got around to acknowledging his presence. If Angeline was here, if the baby was in trouble, he had to have all of the facts—now.

  “Listen to me!” Kane seized her collar and sputtered a barrage of crude obscenities, as he demanded to know where she was and how she was. The nurse’s brown eyes rolled in her head, as she signaled for a security guard who seemed far too happy for some action on the midnight shift. The man wrenched Kane away from the desk. As he threatened him with his baton or worse if Kane didn’t just calm the fuck down, Kane remembered his near assault in the prison showers. He had been spared the gang rape by a stroke of luck, but if the other cons’ cocks had forced their way into his ass, Kane would have found his fists and smashed their skulls into the slick walls. No one messed with him. Not those dicks or Noel or…

  “Let him go.”

  He turned to the sound of his brother’s voice. Jeremy’s face was slick, his shirt sleeves were dotted with blood. Kane immediately wondered whether it was Angel’s.

  “Your boy’s making problems,” the guard said.

  “He’ll stop,” Jeremy said.

  What did Jem know? Kane would tear this hospital apart to get his answers. His little brother had no real power, and—

  “I promise,” Jeremy said, as he slipped a fifty into the guard’s pocket. The guy raised his eyebrows at the sight of the amount, and he released Kane. Falling into Jeremy, Kane was grateful for the use of his arms.

  Before he could stop, Kane brought his hands to Jeremy’s throat. “Did you do something to her?” he asked. “If she’s hurt, I swear to God—”

  Kane was stilled by the force of Jeremy’s surprise punch. As he fell to the ground, Kane looked at his little brother becoming a man. Jeremy seemed to grow a foot, and his eyes were cold as Kane lingered under his feet. Jeremy knew. He knew more than he was telling. Brother or not, he was ready to slam Jeremy into the wall when his brother’s hands came to rest around his arms. His hold was tight as he spoke.

  “You gonna hit me? Or do you want to see your kid?”

  Kane’s hands loosened at the sound of Jeremy’s words. His kid? He was supposed to be there when it happened; he had sworn that he would hold her through the birth. So how… why was Jeremy…?

  “I came around to talk things out,” Jeremy said. “You weren’t there.”

  Jeremy seemed nearly back to hating him for running away, and Kane started to explain that he didn’t have a choice, that their father would have killed him if he hadn’t taken off. Kane tried to wrap Jeremy into a bear hug when his brother held him back, and his face burst into a soft smile.

  “Come on, Kane,” Jeremy said. “She wants you. Only you.”

  They entered a white room. As soon as Kane saw Angeline’s eyes, his heart stopped pounding in his chest, and when she smiled up at him, her eyes bright and sure, Kane fell to her side.

  “Angel?”

  She kissed him lightly, then turned her attention to the cries caught in her arms.

  “It’s a boy,” she whispered.

  Kane looked at the little guy squirming and reaching for Angeline’s nose. He had sworn to protect them, but now it was real. The empty room that had sent pangs of terror all around his heart morphed back into a space where they might be happy.

  “A boy?” Kane asked.

  Angeline nodded, and her father slowly left her side. Kane barely saw him leave, and he tentatively touched the newborn’s cheek. The baby sighed under his finger, and Kane fell in love. Maybe he had missed the first moment, and it was something that he would always regret, but he’d be there for the long haul. This boy would never want to run. He would be a father—a real father. And he would hold him… he would hold them close—forever.

  “Oh, Angel.”

  Folding her into his arms, Kane kissed her weary face and patted the baby’s soft head. He thanked whatever god there was for Jeremy’s change of heart, and he nodded at his brother. Jeremy held Brent’s arms to keep him steady and returned the smile.

  So did Brent.

  He brushed the damp curls from her cheeks and smiled into her eyes. Turning his gaze back to the little boy—about to have everything—Kane shifted her deeper into his arms and whispered into her ear, “I’m here. For good. I—”

  Angeline stilled his words with a quick kiss, and when their lips melded together, Kane cradled her face with one hand as his free fingers caressed the baby. The newborn looked like Angeline; there was no sign of Noel. He even saw some of himself in the small face.

  “Do you want to hold your son?” she asked.

  Following Angeline’s lead, Kane took the baby into his arms. He wondered how the horrible scene from the house could have led to this prefect moment.

  Angeline filled in the blanks.

  “He wasn’t breathing,” Angeline said.

  Kane held the baby closer to his chest, and he looked back to his brother. Jeremy shuffled his feet and pressed his hands into his pockets. He bowed his head, and when Kane started to ask him how he managed to save his son’s life, Jeremy responded, “CPR. I took a course. Ellen said that we should be ready for anything.”

  However, he didn’t have a son of his own. He deserved better, and so did Ellen.

  “I… Jesus, Jem,” Kane sputtered. “I don’t know what to say.”

  Unable to face his brother, Kane turned his attention back to the little guy in his hands. The baby’s eyes were closed, but he was sighing in his sleep. No signs of any distress. As Angeline rested her fingers on his thigh, Kane stared at her hard. It was strange. Her face, her entire body seemed to sag with exhaustion, but her eyes told a different story. She looked hopeful, at peace.

  It was as if she was more alive than he had ever seen her. For a second, without wanting to, Kane’s mind flashed to Noel. Thinking of how she must have looked when he held her down with a lie, he pictured Angeline’s eyes soulless. Dead. But they weren’t now. Never again.

  “Don’t mention it,” Jeremy muttered as he awkwardly slapped his brother’s back. “Just happy to help is all.”

  But what if he hadn’t been there? What if help hadn’t come in time? Thinking on that sent Kane’s pounding heart into his throat, but Jeremy just eased him to the bed, to Angeline’s side, and he smiled.

  “Jem, I—”

  “Just enjoy it, Kane,” Jeremy prompted. “You’ll never get this moment back.”

  Obeying his little brother, Kane cradled the baby and felt Angeline’s feathery arm drape around his shoulders. They did not look at each other. Only the baby. His tiny face twisted, and the small lips expanded to release a soft yawn. As his eyelids fluttered open, Kane was struck by how bright and blue they were.

  “That’s something,” Kane said. “Thought they’d be green. Like yours.”

  Angeline laughed lightly and laid her head on his shoulder.

  “They might change,” she murmured. “A lot of babies have blue eyes.”

  Gazing into her green pools, he returned her smile.

  “That a fact?” he asked.

  Nodding, Angeline traced the baby’s face with a single finger and kissed his neck. Blue. Green. Hell red. It didn’t matter. The kid was perfect.

  “I still should have been there,” he admitted sadly, but Angeline swiftly shook her head and ran her fingers through his hair.

  “You’re here now,” she said. “That’s all that matters.”

  Kane leaned close to kiss her, but as their lips were only a breath apart, the sound of a familiar voice wafting from the reception desk caused his blood to run cold. One glance at Angeline, and he knew that she felt it, too.

  Noel.

  “Hold up,” Kane ordered.

  He ordered Brent and Jeremy to stay with her. Brent didn’t need to be told twice, and he held his daughter close and his cane closer.

  However, Jeremy didn’t listen.

  “Jem—”
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br />   “I got your back,” Jeremy insisted. “I’m coming with you.”

  Leaving the room, they saw Noel arguing with an orderly. He had no back up—at least none that Kane could see. What the hell did he want now? Clenching his fists, Kane moved forward and gritted his teeth. There was no way he was going to get his hands on that innocent life. If Kane had to kill him right here, right now, he would do harder time in the joint than he had already known; but, that thought slipped to the back of his mind. To keep them safe, Kane would risk never seeing the light of day again.