Page 60 of Parrish

“I’m not going to let him take the fall for any of this,” I tell her. “Come Hell or high water, I’ll get Blackie out of this shit.”

“How?” she whispers.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But I’ll make it happen. I’ll make sure he’s home for that baby’s birth.”

Wiping her eyes, she shakes her head.

“You really think you’re fucking God,” she murmurs.

“I don’t think I’m God,” I reply. “But I know what I’m capable of and what I’m willing to do for mine. Now, I’m going to go into that house and get your brother. Then, I’m going to take you both back to my house. You’re going to fucking rest because your pregnant and fuck if I know what else you're supposed to do,” I growl, running my fingers through my hair. “I can’t do shit until Reina pulls out of this but, I swear to you, I’ll make it right.”

“And if you can’t?” She questions, placing her hand on her stomach. “What do I tell this baby when she asks what happened to her daddy?”

“Can’t ain’t in my dictionary and stop listening to that shit in your head,” I growl. “Neither one of us can afford a fucking mental breakdown right now,” I say, ignoring the fact that I’m first in line if there’s ever a remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

“Pull yourself together,” I order. “For your man and your child.”

Her eyes widen at the demand and before she can tell me to fuck off, I get out of the car. When my little girl grew a backbone, I’m not so sure. Probably somewhere between sneaking around with my vice president and making a baby with him.

Climbing Wolf’s stoop, I make it half way before I hear the fucking sound of his Harley. When I left the hospital and didn’t spot anyone from the club, I thought I dodged a bullet, that they all fled the scene once they got wind of Blackie getting arrested. No such luck.

“Parrish!”

“Not in the mood, Wolf,” I call over my shoulder as I reach his front door and rap my knuckles against it.

“I really don’t give a flying fuck,” he shouts, making his way towards me. “You going to tell me what the fuck happened back there?”

“The D.A. took a different route,” I mutter.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he orders. “I know you and Blackie are up to something.”

Spinning around, I pierce him with a cold, hard stare. My feet close the distance between us and I get in his face.

“Fuck you, Wolf.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re trying to do. Give me the fucking gavel and then expect me to take it up the ass without lube,” he grinds out, clenching his fists as he meets my glare with one of his own.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” I say. “I appreciate you having your wife look after my boy, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to take him home.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he cocks his head to the side as the door opens behind me.

“That how you going to play this?”

“You going to tell me you believe it was the cartel who ran Reina into that truck?” I counter.

“There’s no proof, Parrish,” he shouts. “I got Riggs looking into identifying the witness who claims she saw the Cadillac and Bas is leaving tonight to go down to Kentucky to grill that guy Mooney on the brothers’ involvement with Garcia and Javier. I’m trying man, but I won’t start a fucking war with a bunch of drug lords without solid proof. You told me to keep everyone breathing, and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Funny, my wife has a machine doing her breathing for her.”

“And that’s my fault?”

“Al,” Maria interrupts. “The two of you are making a scene, one I’m sure Danny could do without.”

“We’ll keep it down,” he says.

“Maria, you mind telling Danny I’m outside?” I rebut. “Lacey is in the car and I gotta get the two of them back to the house, so I can go sit with my wife.”

“Jack,” Wolf starts but I quickly fix him with a look, daring him to say another word. Sighing, he looks over my shoulder and tips his chin to his wife. “Get the kid,” he says.

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