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“By boat,” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby. By fucking boat.”

Chapter 6 Ginny

For the past five weeks, I’ve been a prisoner. Okay, it wasn’t actually a jail cell. Hell, it wasn’t even a hardship. Brick spoiled me. Anything I wanted, he got it for me. Anything I needed, he supplied.

The catch? I had to stay at the safe house, which meant I lost my freedom, and Ihatedit.

“I’m not risking you, Ginny,” he explained for the tenth time. “Your safety is my priority.”

“For how long?”

“Until the threat is eliminated.”

Yeah, not a great answer. After that phone call with Judge, where I overheard him talk about the Crimson Skulls being in Crescent City, I knew it was too close for us to remain here for long. Crescent City was only about seven miles from the Redwood National and State Parks in Northern California. Since our vacation home was privately owned land close to the parks, the backyard spilling right into Redwood Creek, it meant Judge was right to be concerned. If the CSMC decided to take a boat on the river, they could end up finding our safe house.

Our location was a bit closer to Orick than Crescent City, and I was thankful it wasn’t the tourist season. It would be a few months before campers, hikers, and sightseers flooded Northern Cali and the Redwood Parks. That might help keep us concealed. The private land didn’t prevent anyone from kayaking the river, though. We still had to be careful.

But none of that was why I was irked.

It was Brick. Since the phone call with Judge, he’d been a bit moody. We ended up arguing over bagels and cream cheese five days ago, and I hadn’t spoken to Brick since. No talking. No sex.I ignored him, and the big, growly brute was growing agitated about it.

Good.

But that wasn’t what worried me. It was the questions I still had. The things I didn’t know about my father, his club, and their enemy, the Crimson Skulls. Those secrets got him killed, and they were the reason I had to live in hiding with a constant bodyguard.

I was sick of being kept out of the loop because I didn’t wear a leather vest and ride a motorcycle. My entire life had been about secrets since the day my father died. Even my mother sheltered me.

Last night, I slept restlessly, too occupied with all my thoughts to sleep. Well, it also didn’t help that Brick slept on the couch. He was giving me space, but it was the last thing I wanted. I slid from the bed, three steps toward the bathroom when my stomach roiled. The nausea came on fast.

I barely made it to the toilet before getting violently sick. It was the third time in recent days. Shit. This wasn’t the stomach flu. An upset stomach didn’t come and go for days, always happening around the same time each morning.

I’m pregnant.

It was the only logical conclusion.

I wiped my mouth and rinsed it, brushing my teeth as I saw the pregnancy test on the counter.

Brick. He must have suspected this like I did.

I ripped open the box, peed on the stick, and washed my hands. For ten minutes, I paced the bathroom, pausing to get sick a second time. When I finally had the courage to peek at the result, my assessment was correct.

I’m having Brick’s baby.

The best surprise at the worst time. How could we bring a child into the world with all this craziness? I didn’t know if Icould handle Brick’s life in the club once this child was born. Would our child become a target? Would something else always be next? Another threat? More danger? Did it ever stop?

My hand lowered to my stomach. I wanted this baby and Brick to be a part of his life. I just had a feeling this child would be a son. How did I share all the fears and doubts I had without causing more friction between us?

Everything had grown more complicated.

I suspected that I conceived the first night I spent with Brick. He made no effort to hide the fact that he wanted to breed me. Okay, another harsh observation. It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy the sex or agreed to him filling me with his cum. We didn’t use protection. It turned me on that he couldn’t resist trying to knock me up.

Iwantedthis baby. And yes, I still wanted Brick as much as I did that night and every night since. The part that bothered me was the thought of raising a child in this mess or my baby facing the possibility that we could lose Brick. It terrified me. I didn’t want to raise a child without a father or have the same fate repeated.

God. I should have figured this out sooner. I hadn’t had a period since the night we spent at Birdseye’s cabin. Six weeks.

I was having Brick’s child. That part was certain.

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