“Excuse me?” Eden asked.
“While we’re here,” Miller said. “Come on. Don’t let us down.”
Eden looked around. There was no arguing them. They were bigger, tougher, and they were the ones protecting her. Plus, if her pregnancy could bring some kind of good vibes to everyone, then it was worth it. It wasn’t like she had to piss in front of everyone.
“Okay,” Eden said.
She grabbed the plastic bag and walked away.
Once in the bathroom, she dropped her pants and sat on the toilet. She opened the pregnancy test and couldn’t believe this was happening. Then again, what did she think would happen? From the second she let Trev inside her body without protection, this was a possibility. She did, however, think that Trev would be here for it. To share the excitement. To share the nervousness. Instead, Eden stuck the stick down between her legs and she wondered what kind of life she was going to live as a single mother. Yeah, she’d have the MC behind her, but what would that do? Her life had been flipped around so many times since meeting Trev it was hard to figure which way was right side up.
When she finished she put the test on the sink and stood up.
Now her fate was down to just a few minutes.
Eden exited the bathroom and everyone was right there, right in the bedroom.
Blaine sniffed. “Still smells like sex.”
“Stop it,” Gaige said.
“What’s the test say?” Miller asked.
“Takes a few minutes,” Eden said.
“Don’t be nervous. He’ll be back. You’ll get a nice, round belly. Life is going to be great.”
“And your tits are going to get big and full,” Blaine said with hungry eyes.
“Fuck, bro,” Gaige said. “Give her a break. You have your own woman to deal with.”
“Right,” Blaine said. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Hey,” Miller said. “Why don’t we tell Eden the story of how Trev got drunk, lost a game of poker to a stripper, and then had to ride his motorcycle naked through the lot.”
Gaige and Blaine started to laugh.
Eden smiled.
It was good to have a funny story to tell. A story worth smiling for.
Eden just hoped whatever was happening with Trev at that second was worth trying to smile for…
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twenty-eight.
Trev watched as Jasper jumped back, smashing his head against the mirror. He then moved out of sight. Trev ran forward and into the bathroom just in time to see Jasper standing there, blood all over his arms.
“Sorry, brother,” Trev said. “Make a mess.”
Jasper gritted his teeth. He crossed his arms and dug into the bullet wounds. He screamed as he did so, throwing hands out, spraying blood all over the bathroom, including all over Trev’s shirt.
“Save us,” Jasper said.
He then grabbed the shower curtain and twisted himself up. He smeared blood all over the walls and collapsed into the tub, hiding his face.
He looked good and dead. But only for a few seconds. Trev needed to get Ripper in and out.
He stepped back and turned to see the door to Jasper’s room open.
Xavier, Kye, and Cash were there.
Trev pointed the gun at them. “You want to be next?”
Ripper pushed through and instantly smiled when he saw the blood on Trev.
“Done?” Ripper asked.
“Done,” Trev said. “Two to the chest. Blood everywhere.”
“What the hell is this?” Cash asked.
“This is what happens when you turn your back on the MC,” Ripper said. “I want all you motherfuckers to go back out there think about this. Then you can all come in and see your dead VP. Next person to talk about me, question my authority, or fuck my old lady will get the same treatment from Trev.”
“Fucking right,” Trev said.
Ripper shut the door when everyone was out. “Let me see him.”
Trev side stepped and nodded.
As Ripper walked by, Trev realized this was his chance to end it all. Put a bullet in the back of Ripper’s head.
Trev turned and lifted the gun as Ripper went into the bathroom.
His finger touched the trigger.
I have the proof. I have the confession. I don’t need approval.
Trev started to apply pressure to the trigger.
Ripper then grabbed his own gun and pointed it right at Jasper.
Trev had to lower his weapon and he grabbed for Ripper’s arm. “What are you doing?”
“I want to put a bullet in him myself,” Ripper said. “For what he did.”
“No,” Trev said. “Look. His foot just twitched. He might still be bleeding out. Let him suffer. He’ll suffocate or bleed. It’s torture.”
“He fucked my old lady.”
“I know, Ripper,” Trev said. “Come on, this is done. We need to finish up Frelen. I have a plan.”
Ripper turned. “What’s that?”
“I know where they meet. Their secret meetings. It’s Miller, Gaige, a couple others. We take them out first.”