Page 175 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Okay, two lines means you are pregnant, and one means not pregnant,” Chester says, clutching the information sheet that came in one of the boxes.

Taking a deep breath in, I flip the first test and the next one and the next one until they’re all turned up facing us, and each one has two very bold lines.

“Fuck, I guess I’m pregnant.”

A loud crash vibrates through the house, startling me. Chester and Case turn and run from the room towards the sound, and I follow closely behind.

“Fuck you!” Jimmie yells.

I follow his voice to the foyer where his entire team stands handcuffed, and Laughn holds a gun to Betty’s head.

“You sold us out!” One of them seethes.

“She knew I befriended Jolie and couldn’t handle it. None of you have ever wanted me in your team. Yet, as soon as I get close to someone, you all have an issue with it.”

“Kill her,” Chester snaps. “We can do a DNA test when the baby is born. We don’t need her for shit.”

“Babies,” Betty corrects. “There are two.”

“Kill her,” I snap, agreeing with Chester. Fuck this bitch—I don’t care what she knows. Hold on, did she say two babies?

“Okay, baby,” Laughn says with a devious smile. “You know I love blood.”

“No, wait!” Betty screams. “I’m pregnant too. The baby is Jimmie’s.”

I whip my head to look at Jimmie, and the poor guy faints. Legit hits the floor like a sack of shit. I race to his side and make sure he didn’t hurt himself even more.

“Don’t kill her yet. Take the bitch up to my room and make her piss on one of the million tests that Kai bought and then bring her back here.”

“You heard her—start walking.” Laughn pushes the gun against the back of her head.

“If you hurt her, I will kill you all,” one of her guys says, making me snort. He can dream, but yeah, that’ll never happen.

“Let’s take these guys downstairs. I have some pent-up anger to take out on someone,” Chester grits out, looking at me for reassurance. I nod, and he returns my smile.

Last week, I found some holding cells in the basement accessed through a door in the morgue. I had wondered where they’d been keeping Martin before Creed killed him.

The security lights flash again, making me groan. What more could possibly happen today? Boston is still MIA, so I check my app again. Sinclair, Blayne, and Summer all exit Sinclair’s car. I don’t even make it to the door before Blayne bursts through it, waving a piece of paper around.

“What’s going on?” I ask, even though in the pit of my stomach, I know.

“We received a letter today when we went to Olympia.” Sinclair hands me a piece of paper, and I read it.

“You need to explain, Jolie. The letters say we’re pregnant, and we need to talk to you to find out what is going on,” Blayne seethes. “I can’t be fucking pregnant. I don’t fuck men.”

“What have you got us involved in, Jolie?” Summer says, eyes wide with panic. “I haven’t even told my guys about this. They already hate that we’re friends.”

“Honestly, I don’t really know yet, but I received a letter too. I’m pregnant. Except my letter says that Betty has the answers. She now also claims to be pregnant.”

Sinclair gasps. “What if he is creating another G.O.D.S team?”

“He needs six for a team, and there are only five of us,” Summer says.

“Betty claims I’m having twins. But that still makes no sense. Both of my teams are genetically linked in a way that makes them love me, and vice versa. My babies would be related.”

“I guess if Betty has the answers, we need to make sure the bitch talks,” Blayne cracks her knuckles.

“How about we all calm down. She will never talk if she thinks we’ll kill her,” Sinclair adds.

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