“I know. You’ve been great, taking care of her at the house. I’m glad she put Tate out of his misery and officially moved in. You ready to go?” She’s looking a little pale and sweaty. I hope she’s not coming down with anything with the weather change. I keep getting onto her about wearing a jacket but I bet she hasn’t listened, as usual. It’s gotten chillier and chillier as winter comes to Tennessee.
“Yes, I need to go to the bathroom first, my stomach is really upset.” She stands up and looks miserable. I nod and look at her with sympathy.
“Okay, dumplin’, hurry and go.” As soon as she is in the bathroom my phone pings.
Hans – Shipment in
Me – K be there after I drop my girl off
Hans – K
London comes walking back to the table and she looks worse than when she first left. My poor, poor little dumplin’. I tug on her hand so we can leave and she can hold onto me for some support. She looks like she may pass out and it really worries me.
“You okay? You look really pale.” She looks up at me when I speak to her and she blinks her eyes a few times before responding.
“Yeah, I feel a little better now, but my tummy is still upset,” she says and grips my hand tightly. I switch hands with her so I can wrap my arm around her too. I almost feel as if I should carry her to the car so she can save her energy.
“You puked?” I ask and she closes her eyes briefly.
“Yes, all of my yummy lunch is gone.” She gives me a pouty face after she says it and we make our way to the car. She watches me when I get in and buckle my seat belt.
“Where are we going?” she asks me curiously.
“I have a few things I have to take care of, so I’m dropping you at the house,” I say shortly, hoping she won’t ask any more questions about it. She frowns and looks bummed.
“Aww, that sucks, I thought you were trying to get me out of the house?” she asks, so quietly I almost don’t hear her. I stare straight ahead and concentrate on the road while I answer her.
“Yeah, I was but I see now that you just need to take it easy and relax.” And I have a shipment to take care of that you don’t need to know anything about. We make it home. I drop her off and tuck her into bed. Then I head straight to the club. I walk in and Hans greets me at the door as usual. I hear music playing low, that’s not normal for when I’m here to do shipments. I look at Hans curiously and ask him about it.
“What’s going on?” He looks ahead and glances toward the private rooms before looking back at me.
“Gizya is here, he wants to talk business with you before you check over the shipment.” He walks down the dark hallway toward the private show rooms. The club has five private rooms that are big enough for a party of about twenty and each has a small stage for dancers. They are rented for special events and meetings. I follow him and we stop at room one. The door’s wide open and there’s a low beat playing. I don’t know what it is because I’ve never heard the song before. I glance to the stage and see a blonde-haired little thing naked with big breasts, grinding on the pole. Ah, Konstantin loves his blondes. The man in question is sitting right in front of the stage sipping on his chilled vodka. He always has a young blonde hanging on him when he pays a visit to his clubs. I wonder if his crazy, mean wife knows about his fetish with young blondes. Konstantin spots me and beams a wide smile my direction.
“Cameron! Come sit and enjoy, I wish to discuss some things.” I make my way to him and sit to his side. I can see the chick dancing but also give Konstantin my attention.
“Hello, sir, I hope you are doing well,” I say and shake his hand. He nods.
“Yes, yes and you have been doing well here, I am pleased. I normally wouldn’t request your service or include you in Mafiya business but I have a special request.” Finally, I have been slowly working my way into the Mafiya scene. I think my business skills would be much more useful here rather than in the hotel business and tax fraud.
“Oh? What can I do for you?” I ask him eagerly.
“I have a motorcycle club coming to visit and check out my weapons. I would like my special guests to also try my other products. They don’t deal in it usually from what I hear but I feel we may reach an agreement. I would like you to get me our best cocaine and pill products. I would like enough for five people to thoroughly be able to enjoy our products. I have heard a few have a taste for cocaine and everyone can always use a pill to relieve something.” He smiles and it looks as if he has a deal cooked up already for his narcotics. He finds out everything about everybody, it’s kind of scary. I wonder what all he knows about me.
“Bikers? No heroin samples? I can definitely get our best blow packaged up for five to enjoy. Would you also like a variety of pills to go to each one, or just a certain kind for them to sample?”
“No, I believe if I offer heroin it may offend them. I have been told they have cleaned up a lot of the heroin deals off the streets around them. It is best if we act like we have no interest in the heroin also, just don’t bring it up. The pills – do a small variety of the favorites.”
“Okay, I will package them each two eight-balls of the White Angel blow and do twenty each of Percocet, X, and Ritalin. Total of sixty pills for each sampler, it will give them time to do with them as they wish and then be asked for more product. Does that sound sufficient to you, sir?” This is going to cost Konstantin some money, that blow is pure, almost completely uncut and costs a lot of money.
“Да, perfect! I will expect it by tomorrow when they should arrive. Thank you, Cameron.” He turns and starts watching the girl again. I’m obviously being dismissed.
“No problem, have a good evening.” I walk out quickly. I’m pretty sure he was getting ready to fuck her and it’s pretty uncomfortable watching your best friend’s dad fuck a chick half his age. I make my way to the storage room to do my weekly check and separate everything. Hans is sitting beside the door, working on a laptop.
“Hey, Hans, you ready?” I ask him and he stands up.
“Yep, let’s do this.” I nod and we get to work.
We get everything squared away and I pack up the samples for the bikers. I bet those idiots will get hooked on this shit easily and Konstantin will have them eating out of his palm. I’ve heard of Tate’s Uncle Victor doing this in his business deals. I guess I know where he got the idea from. The Big Boss himself, Gizya. People are crazy to underestimate Gizya and think he’s some nice, easy-going man.
It’s been three days since London got sick at lunch. She’s been sick and looking a little green off and on. I told her to hurry up and go to the doctor. Thank God I haven’t gotten sick too. Now maybe she will finally listen to me and dress appropriately. At this rate she’s never going to meet my parents if she doesn’t learn how to cover up. I think she’s hot but my mother would flip if she saw all of her tattoos and her normal clothes. London’s been bringing it up again about us having dinner with my parents but I really don’t want to hear it. She needs to just let things happen at their own pace instead of always rushing it. I get off the couch and head to my room to finish my homework that’s due tomorrow.
I hear Muffin barking loudly and look at the clock. Three p.m. I bet that’s London coming home from her appointment. Yep, I hear her talking, sounds like to the dog. I guess Tate and Emily must still not be home. My bedroom door opens and she walks in. I look up and see she still looks like shit and her eyes are red, like she’s upset.
“Awww, dumplin’, you look like crap! Come lay down and I’ll get you some water while you get relaxed,” I say and jump up from my desk chair.
“Okay, thank you.” She nods and tries to give me a small smile. I lightly kiss her forehead and head to the kitchen. Poor girl, she looks so miserable. That damn doctor better have given her some medicine so she starts to feel better. If not, I’m going to have her go see my private doctor. I get back and she’s got a few tissues and is crying. Geez, I can barely handle her being sick, but crying too? My poor gi
rl, I wonder what I can do to help her feel better. Maybe a hot shower will help a little. I sit on the bed next to her where she lays and hand her the water. I rub her forehead softly while she drinks then I tuck the blanket around her and set the glass on the stand.
“Want to try to take a hot shower or a warm bath?” She blinks up at me when I ask and she blows her nose.
“Not yet, that’s a good idea maybe in a little while,” she sniffles out and it breaks my heart. I move to lay behind her on top of the blankets and pull her into my chest. Hopefully it’ll soothe her some and she can take a nap or something. I’m going to have the housekeeper change out the sheets again tomorrow too so we keep the sick germs low on them. I rub her hair down her back in soft, slow motions so she will relax. I’m used to seeing her so vibrant and having fun.
“You need to try and take a nap so you get some of your energy back. It’ll help make you feel better, okay? She nods against my chest. I close my eyes and start to drift off. Tate kicked my butt at the gym this morning and I didn’t realize how tired I was until now.
“I, umm, I need to talk to you about what the doctor said at my appointment,” London says softly and her voice has a slight tremble to it. I almost didn’t hear it. I rub my forehead and eyes with my hands.
“'K, shoot,” I mumble. I don’t pay attention really well at first because I figure she’s going to tell me about some tests and virus crap. I drift off a little in between sleep and awake.
“And so I have to make an appointment to see the dates.” Huh? What did I just miss? I open my eyes and look down at the back of her head.
“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear all of it, what was the beginning part?” I ask and actually pay attention to every word that comes out of her mouth.
“I said, the doctor ran some tests. What I’m having is morning sickness but during different times. I’m pregnant. I have to make an appointment to go in for an ultrasound and see how far along I am,” she says, trying to sound strong. I can hear the fear in her voice though. I am instantly alert. I jump up out of the bed and start to pace my floor. I blink rapidly, trying to pull my thoughts together. She said she was on birth control.
“I thought you were on the pill or whatever? How could this happen?” My mind is going a million miles a minute. This can’t be happening. She’s on birth control to prevent her getting pregnant. Could she be trying to trap me? Is this about meeting my family again? I look over at her angrily.
“I was on the pill, and it did happen. Nothing I can do now.” She sits up in bed and shrugs. She just shrugs her shoulders and for the first time in my life I want to hurt a female.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You act like this isn’t a big deal. News flash, London, this is a huge deal!” I say loudly. Fuck, my dad’s going to be pissed. Another stupid lecture about how I’m an idiot and I need to grow up to be responsible.
“I know it’s a fucking huge deal! I’m the one who’s fucking pregnant!” she yells back and stands up off the bed. Her hair is wild and she has a storm in her eyes as she glares back at me.
“I can’t fucking deal with this shit right now.” I run my hands through my hair and pull at the ends. Now I understand why Tate’s always doing it. If he’s dealing with stressful shit like this, I can see the appeal of pulling your hair out.
“Oh, you can’t fucking deal? No big surprise there, Cameron! Anytime we talk about anything remotely serious you take off so you don’t have to deal with it. You don’t have to run this time, I’m fucking going to the apartment. I’m sick of you being such a fucking pussy when it comes to serious shit.” I just stand in the middle of the room and watch her throw her stuff in her bag quickly and don’t move to stop her. She pulls her bag toward the door but stops and looks back at me. I stay quiet and blink at her.
“Fuck you, Cameron Wentworth,” she says seriously then walks out the door. Fuck me indeed.
Fuck, what am I going to do? I can’t believe she’s freaking pregnant. At least she left so I have time to think about this and what the best approach is. I know once I tell my parents they will expect me to marry her. I’m not getting married yet, I’m too young. I want to have some fun before I have to settle down. I’m not ready to be a father. I’m going to call Brittany for a late night booty call. If I’m going to deal with this shit soon, then I’m going to have some fun until I call London to come back.
London
Chapter 6
I’m still stewing inside from when I told Cameron I’m pregnant. I can’t believe that asshole acted like that. I know it’s soon but still. It’s not like I can help it, I won’t even give abortion a thought. I need to find a job, especially now since I won’t be living at Cam’s house. I knew from the beginning not to count on a stupid guy but he kept spewing that bullshit about him taking care of me. He didn’t take care of me, he just liked being bossy. Cain is the only man that took care of me and he’s just as wild as I am. Ugh, Cameron is infuriating. I tried to be on my best behavior for him all the time. Back to Plan A, living in the apartment. That’s fine, I like my space anyhow. I would go back to my mom’s when Emily marries Tate, but Cameron is here and I refuse to be one of those baby mommas that take off with the kid. My kid will have a chance to know their daddy. I wonder how Cain would have acted if he had been the father instead of Cameron? God, I fucking miss him – every single day. At least I don’t have to put up with Cam’s ass telling me to cover up all the time anymore. I’m gonna dress so cute. I’m gonna rock the shit out of this pregnant look. First step is finding a job to work as much as possible right now. Then I need to look at all the child care places that have any programs to help students. I need to file to see if I can get a scholarship to let me live in family housing on campus. Maybe see if there are any special grants for students with kids. I can go during the summer and that will get me one step closer to graduating. Once I graduate, I can find a good job and take care of my baby. I know Cameron will at least give me some money to help out with the kid so that makes me feel a little hopeful. Okay, I need to get dressed then I’m going to fill out applications everywhere in town.
Oh my God, I‘m freaking exhausted! I just drove all over the place submitting my information and talking to whatever managers were available. One of the downfalls of being in a college town is there are no openings, it seems everyone and their brother is looking for a job. Thank God for Tate, I called Emily and talked to him. Looks like I’m a new employee of his club, Tainted. I know Cameron will probably flip when he finds out I’m working in the club. I think it’s going to be pretty funny. I’ll have to look for a different job once I start to show, but now I have time to search around. I’m sure Cameron will keep this a secret as long as possible, like his meetings he’s always jetting off to. He thought I was so oblivious but I know he’s up to something. He probably has another chick or something. Oh well, his loss. I’m so glad I’m not madly in love with him or anything; it makes things so much easier. It sure is going to suck being tied to his ass until my kid turns eighteen though.
I make myself some dinner. I sit in front of the TV and eat a big bowl of Cocoa Pebbles cereal. Shit. I’m going to have to start cooking with a kid. It can’t eat cereal all the time like I do. I turn on that new movie, Gone Girl, which was made from a book. Epic! That chick was crazy and super smart. I wish I could come up with a small way to drive Cameron crazy with the way he acted when I told him I was pregnant. I’m excited inside; I get to find out how far I am and have an ultrasound next week. I would invite Emily to come with me, but she’s too busy right now. It sucks Emily and I have grown apart some but she’s had so much going on in her life. I don’t want to bother her more with my stuff too.
I wake up to the TV playing some random movie. I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night after Gone Girl. Wow! Good movie, definitely need to watch that again. Emily calls and asks if I want to have lunch but I lie and say I’m busy. I’m not ready to tell her yet. I’ll probably wait until after the sonogra
m to let everyone know. My phone rings again and I see it’s my asshole brother calling. He’s not really an asshole; I’ve just always enjoyed calling him one. Geez, guess I must be popular today, since everyone is suddenly remembering me. I answer the phone loudly to piss him off. It’s my job as the little sister to drive him crazy.
“What’s up, asshole?”
“What the hell, London, don’t yell in the phone, dammit!”
“I’ll yell if I want to, you called me, remember? Why are you calling me anyhow?”
“Ugh, you’re such a pain in the ass. I’m doing my brotherly duties and checking on you.”
“I’m fine, geez, you’d think I just got off Mom’s tit with the way y’all act!”
“Oh! Gross! God, what is wrong with you? Who says shit like that? Gross, now I can’t stop thinking of Mom’s boobs. Thanks, ass face.”
“You’re welcome, what are little sisters for?”
“Well now, you’re supposed to be good for hooking me up with your friends but your hot one is about to marry some Mafia guy, so looks like you fail. Please tell me you’re staying away from the Mafia goons over there? I think Mom would stroke out if she heard you were seeing one.”
“Nope, we quit seeing each other so Mom can relax and not stroke out. Have you hit your head lately?”
“No, why do you ask?”
“I was hoping for some new piece of entertainment.”
“You’re a freaking weirdo. I’m kind of starting to miss your big head.”
“Yeah, and I miss your fish face.”
“Next time don’t be a bitch and call me to let me know you’re alive.”
“Alright, I will, sorry you were worried. Love you, brother.”
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