Page 54 of Blackout-

“You’re pregnant,” he says hoarsely, lifting his gaze back to me. Ignoring his comment, I swallow roughly.

“He told you,” I murmur softly. The knowledge that Blackie told my father our news sparks a flicker of hope in me and my gaze drifts over his shoulder once more but instead of finding my husband, the same two people stare back at me. I look back at my dad and he lifts his gaze to mine. His expression is unreadable, and tears instantly fill my eyes.

“Where is he?” I stammer fearfully. “Did something happen to him?”

“Let’s go inside,” he says.

Those three words cripple my strength and my knees buckle. My father must sense I’m about to fall because his arm quickly wraps around my waist, catching me before I fall. With Reina’s help, he ushers me in the house and sits me down on the couch.

Taking a seat on the coffee table, he leans forward and places a hand on my knee. His eyes meet mine and he reveals Blackie’s been shot. He quickly follows up by telling me it’s not a fatal gunshot wound. The bullet clipped his shoulder and they’re working on removing it.

“What does that mean? Who isthey?”

Before he can answer, I shake my head and comb my fingers roughly through my hair. For the last twenty-four hours, I’ve feared my husband was lying in the street dead from an overdose. I never expected my father to show up on my doorstep and tell me Blackie’s been shot. As sick as it sounds, I’m sort of relieved. Who says that? Who would rather their husband take a bullet than suffer through another relapse?

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Where is he? You need to take me to him. I need to see him,” I demand.

Squeezing my knee, my father gives me a curt nod.

“That’s why I’m here. I need you to pack a bag for you and him,” he reveals, causing me to narrow my eyes in confusion.

“What does that mean?”

“It means there was an issue, Lace,” he grinds out, slicing his eyes to Reina. “I’m going to need you to stay here in case the cops show up looking for him,” he tells her before turning back to me and offering me an explanation. “Blackie needs to remain off the grid until I can figure something out and seeing as he’s injured and you’re pregnant, it’s best if I bring you up there to stay with him.”

“Wait a minute,” I interrupt, lifting my hands to my head as I process the news. “The cops are looking for him?”

“I don’t want you to worry,” my father clips, rising to his feet. “I’ve got everything under control.”

Peeling my eyes away from him, I look to Pipe and Riggs for reassurance. Neither of them meets my gaze and I start to wonder if they’ve lost their faith in my dad. Or maybe that’s not it at all, maybe there’s no way out of whatever jam Blackie’s got himself into this time.

“We need to get out of here, Lace, so grab whatever the fuck you and Blackie need to get by and let’s hit the road,” he orders, turning to Reina. “I’m going to need your car to drive her up to the safe house.”

She nods before looking at me.

“Come on, I’ll help you get your things together,” she offers.

Following me towards the stairs, we leave the three men in the living room. Once we’re inside my bedroom, Reina grabs a suitcase from the closet and I robotically open the drawers, grabbing whatever I see first. Five minutes later my father appears at the door as I’m drawing the zipper around the suitcase. He comes up beside me and takes the suitcase by the handle, lifting it off the bed.

“This everything?”

I don’t even know what’s in there and honestly, none of it matters. They’re all just things. The thing I need most is bleeding in the woods.

“What about your meds…they in here?

Squaring my shoulders, I meet his gaze.

“No,” I say, watching his face intently. “I’m not taking the Lithium anymore,” I reveal.

His face goes rigid and his knuckles whiten around the handle of the suitcase. Clenching his jaw, his gaze flits to Reina and back to me. Before he wastes any more time with questions, I tell him why. “It’s not good for the baby. Now, can we go? My husband needs me.”

Under normal circumstances, I’m sure my father would’ve blown his top, but he bit his tongue and followed me out of the bedroom without uttering a word. Downstairs, I watch him kiss Reina goodbye. Pipe hands her a burner phone and instructs her to call if the cops show while Riggs busies himself by loading my suitcase into the back of her car.

With my father behind the wheel, I slide into the passenger seat and Riggs and Pipe tail us on their bikes. The ride is quiet, and I chalk the silence up to the fact we both have too much on our minds. It isn’t until we’re halfway to our destination that the reality of the situation finally hits me. The last words I said to my husband play over in my head as I stare out the window and tears roll down my cheeks.

“It’s not bad,” my father says. “He’s been in worse situations.”

Tearing my gaze from the window, I wipe my cheeks and look at my father. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the shifter, he keeps his eyes on the road.

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