Page 29 of Jaded Red

Chapter Fourteen

Red

It’s been three and a half months since Nadia’s pregnancy scare and the same amount of time with no sign of Lattimer or Josiah. I’m growing frustrated with every passing day. These fuckers are dumb. I should be able to track them down.

Nadia and I are getting closer and closer every day while these sick fucks are getting further and further away. She even teased me one day about not knowing my last name, which of course, I told her.

I had to come in my tech room to see if I can dig up anything on these sick fucks while everyone is setting up for Torch and Daisy’s twins, Jaxon and Mara Jean or MJ for short, birthday party. Jax, Torch’s twin brother and his woman, who used to hide out here in the Club while a power struggle was happening in her family, Rose, are outside with everyone else. They came up for a surprise visit and to celebrate the twins’ birthday. It’s still creepy as fuck how much Torch and Jax look alike. I’m sure it still throws Rose off every time they are together. I mean, she did fuck both of them at one point, just not at the same time.

I lean back in my computer chair and stare at the 3-D ultrasound Doc Emma did a couple of months ago. Now I see a baby instead of an alien and my heart skips a beat. My baby boy,growing rapidly inside of my woman’s belly. I got to feel him kick a few nights after the 3-D ultrasound when I was balls deep inside Nadia and it freaked me out at first. She laughed and then threatened my manhood if I stopped. Now, either she’s on top of me, or on her hands and knees. No way am I doing that again.

I would give anything to be able to take her in my domain, but every time we got a chance to be alone, someone always came barging in and ruined the mood. The first time was Torch. Nadia was perched on my desk, legs spread wide, my fingers strumming her needy core when he unlocked the door and came bursting into the room. The fucker knew exactly what was going on and laughed before taking a seat in the available chair and demanding I pull up a video of his twins doing something.

The second one to interrupt us was Kensi. Nadia was sitting on my lap, facing me, grinding on top of me, showing me her dance moves while my lips were sucking her chest. She was about to sink down onto my throbbing erection when Kensi came bursting into the room looking for Nadia. Her face turned as red as mine while she slowly backed out, apologizing over and over again.

The third and final time we tried to mess around in here, Nina caught us. That one was my fault. I forgot to lock the door. Good thing the princess didn’t wait a few minutes later or I’d be eating out of a straw while nursing my balls. After that, we swore no more sex in the communications room.

I turn my head to a soft knock on the door. Nadia sticks her head inside before entering, “Do you want some company?”

I smile at my woman. “Of course, come in.” Nadia is wearing a blue sundress, which shows off her baby belly, with black sandals and her long blonde hair is pulled up in a messy bun. She has a plate of food in her hand and I pull out a chair for her to sit down in. I kiss her on the head and then kiss our baby on her growing belly. “Why do I have the pleasure of my woman’scompany today? I thought you were going to set up some baby stuff with Kensi and then help set up for the party?”

“Yeah,” Nadia scrunches her nose. “I kind of lost it a little bit when we were putting away baby clothes and it freaked Kensi out.”

Now she has my full attention. I know hormones can be a bitch to pregnant women, but Nadia has been really good about controlling them. “What happened?” I rest my palm on her exposed knee. The heat from her skin travels south and I want to ravish her body. But now is not the time.

“We were putting baby clothes away when we ran out of room in the dresser. I kind of freaked out about not having enough space for the three of us in your room and had a little temper about it.” Nadia scrunches her nose while holding her fingers half an inch apart. “Let’s just say Kensi will not sit near me if I have any sharp objects within reach for a while.” Nadia shrugs her shoulders like it’s no big deal.

“You didn’t stab her or anything, did you?” My eyes grow wide when Nadia gives me a sheepish look.

“Not exactly. But we will need to buy more baby clothes.”

“Do you have a solution for this problem we have?” I’ve helped Nadia come up with solutions to problems we come across instead of hiding in the shadows, hoping it goes away. If there is one thing I know from being a tech expert is finding a solution to issues when they arise. Except for finding these pieces of shit.

“I do, but I don’t know how you’ll handle it.”

“Hit me with it.”

“We use my apartment. It’s two bedrooms and in a safe neighborhood.”

“Is this what you want?” I ask. I’m taken aback that she still has her apartment, but I didn’t pressure her into giving it up either.

“I want to be wherever you are, but we do need more room. I don’t know how Torch and Daisy do it with their twins, but sooner or later, they will need a place of their own too.” She pops a grape into her kissable mouth and dirty things filter through my head. I’m insatiable when it comes to Nadia. It’s like she woke a beast up inside of me and all he wants to do is take her body every second of every day. “Same with all of the brothers who have an Ol’ Lady and kids. This Clubhouse won’t be big enough to hold everyone sooner or later.”

I kiss Nadia on the head when a plan forms in my mind. “I need to talk to Capone. Give me a few days to handle this before you destroy anything else with sharp objects or decide to move into your apartment.”

“Deal.” Her eyes move to the monitors and surprise appears on her face when she spots Lattimer on the screen. It’s not fear anymore, but hatred flashing in her whiskey-colored eyes. “You still haven’t found them?”

I shake my head. I know this is Club business but sometimes I need someone other than my brothers to bounce ideas off of. I study Nadia’s expression for a minute, something is churning inside her beautiful head. “What are you thinking?”

“It’s probably nothing.” She shakes her head.

“Pulchra, come on. What are you thinking?”

“Well, it’s weird how Lattimer disappeared without a trace. He needs women to move and the best way he did it was through his strip club. Why would he stop doing something that worked? What if he is still around but has another club under a different name and he’s hiding out until the heat dies down?”

“Interesting theory.” I acknowledge. She might be onto something here. “But how would we find out what name he’s using?”

“I’m not sure.” Nadia thinks for a moment while eating. “When we were held in that room, Lattimer got a phone callone day from a man with a Russian accent. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I do know it was Russian. What if a Russian is behind all of this and they’re hiding Lattimer while he still abducts women and teenagers for them?”

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