“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Blaine said. “If you think Trev protects you, imagine what he’d do for his kid. Plus, if he took your sweet * bare, he knew what he wanted.”
“That makes me feel old,” Jenn said. “I’ll be a gran… yeah, one of those.”
The voices faded away as Eden stood there.
She tried to figure out how many times she and Trev had sex unprotected. How long ago was their first time. The last time she had her period.
When Eden blinked and refocused on her reflection, she just knew.
Test or no test…
Trev, you have to come home alive… I’m pregnant…
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twenty-six.
Trev sent a text message to Miller and then rolled to his side and caught some sleep.
Ripper had to deal with a puking stripper who had an empty bottle of pills next to her. It was going to be an ordeal with calling in favors to the police and paramedics. Trev needed the shut eye anyway, to try and recharge his batteries. To get ready to keep this thing going. Because the way Ripper reacted already proved to Trev that this was going to be fast and bloody.
Somewhere lost in a dream, Trev heard water running. He was in the apartment, walking to the bedroom to get to the bathroom. He stepped into the bathroom and Eden’s smell filled the air. The sweetness of her body and the sweetness of her shampoo and soap collided together.
She was humming.
The outline of her body could be seen through the shower curtain. The perfect curve of her hips. The curves of her tits, even her nipples poking forward.
Trev walked to the shower curtain and tore it open.
Eden suddenly changed.
She was naked. She was beautiful. But she was heavily pregnant. Her belly was large and round. Her tits were twice their normal size, her nipples huge and tender. She looked at him and smiled.
“She’s kicking… want to feel?”
She?
Trev reached his hand forward.
Eden then lifted her left hand and slammed it against his mouth. Then in her other hand she had a knife. She put the knife to Trev’s throat.
“Don’t fucking scream,” Eden said, but in a man’s voice.
Trev jumped and woke up.
He was in the back of the bar in Daurian. There was a hand over his mouth. A knife to his throat. He saw Jasper hanging over him.
“I’m going to let you sit up and talk,” Jasper said. “Got it?”
Trev nodded.
Slowly, Jasper pulled away.
Trev sat up and rubbed his face. “Holy fuck, man. How long…”
“Two hours. They’re cleaning up the mess. Almost done. Ripper is answering questions.”
“Questions?”
“She’s dead.”
“Jesus.”
“Fuck her. She owed us money. She couldn’t get off drugs. I put the bottle in the right place at the right time. So we could have this chance to talk. Make it worth it.”
“Holy fucking hell. You killed…”
“No. She killed herself. This isn’t about some junkie stripper. What the fuck are you doing here?”
Trev swallowed hard. He knew it was a crucial moment. To trust Jasper or not.
“Griffin was close to me,” Trev said. “Like Giovanni to you. Griffin and Jenn had a long affair. Had a daughter. Gave her up. That’s what started Ripper going really crazy. I need to know the truth of what’s going on up here. That’s why I’m here.”
“You really outlaw?”
“I don’t have a cut,” Trev said. “That’s all you need to know about that.”
“What do you plan on doing here?”
“I just said it. I want the truth.”
Jasper looked around. “Nobody knows what that is anymore. Ripper has pushed on us that you guys are ruining the MC. He’s got ideas on how to wipe you out. He’s offered me side stuff and I never went for it. Giovanni did. He wanted the money. I argued with him, knowing it was dangerous. The prick wouldn’t listen to me.”
“He was ambushed.”
“Yeah, right.”
“What do you think happened?” Trev asked.
“I think Ripper took him out. I got to Giovanni finally. He went to tell Ripper he was out of whatever the side shit was. They argued. They even tangled up and Giovanni punched Ripper right in the mouth. A day later? They were on a ride and Giovanni never came back.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“Who is Ripper meeting?”
“Nobody good. I’ve tried to keep the table calm about it all. This is bad. You up here… he’s going to rat you right out.”
“Not when I have Jenn and Eden in my hand.”
“Jenn…”
“Yeah. She showed up beaten up.”
“Motherfucker,” Jasper said. “I swore to her I’d kill him if he ever touched her again.”
Trev saw the look in Jasper’s eyes. “No way. Tell me you were…”
Jasper nodded. “It was a few times. Okay? We both have been living with Ripper’s regime for years.”
“Christ,” Trev said. “You’re fucking the President’s old lady?”
Jasper grinned. “She loves young, thick cock.”
“What’s her * made out of?” Trev asked. “Whiskey?”
“No, but it’s damn good.”