Page 76 of Wild Night

I’ve felt things for him that I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. And yet with Justin, it came naturally, easily, and now we are having a baby that I also didn’t think was possible. I never imagined children, that I would have them, especially as I inched closer to forty. Yet here I am, pregnant with his child.

And now what?

What kind of cruel world would show me just a taste of what life could be, only to rip it all away from me? Although that seems to be par for my course. Every time I think I’ve found a slice of happiness, it vanishes the next instant.

I thought this was different. I imagined that everything in my past was leading me to this moment, to this man. I don’t think I was wrong, either. Justin is my person. I feel it to the depths of my soul. I refuse to lose him.

I’m not sure how long I pace. It could be minutes, it could be hours, but when I hear a ruckus, when voices break through the blood pounding in my ears, only then do I pause. Turning away from the window, I don’t know why, but I halfway expect to see Justin standing in the middle of the room.

He’s not. It is Bullet and Dakota. I watch them, the men around them, and then I realize that there aren’t just men here anymore. I see a couple of the women, the ones who are calledclubwhores. I don’t know when they showed up. I’ve been too busy alternating between pacing and staring out the window.

I continue to stand to the side, watching everyone in the room rally around their president, then a few moments later, return to their assumed positions. I expect Bullet to do the same, but instead, his eyes find mine, and he jerks his chin before he makes his way toward me.

He’s wearing the same thing as the rest of the guys. Boots, blue jeans, a T-shirt, and a cut. The only difference is he’s got what appears to be soot and burn marks on his jeans.

“Posey,” Bullet murmurs as he approaches me.

I stare at him wordlessly. I don’t know what to say, what to think, or even what to feel. My heart races as he tilts his head to the side, his brows furrowing and his expression almost pained as he watches me.

“Just tell me,” I whisper.

Sucking in a breath, I hold it as he begins to tell me what the hell happened. Then, as he continues—his story too long for me to continue holding my breath or I’ll pass out—I let it out slowly.

“Someone blew up our bikes and the front of the building. We were in his office having a meeting. The blast threw us all backward, but he got the brunt of the injuries. It knocked him out. I know he’s in surgery for a few different things, but the doctors told me it’s going to be okay.”

“They don’t know that,” I whisper as tears well in my eyes again. “They can’t promise it, can they?”

“No,” he exhales. “They can’t.”

I wipe the tears from beneath my eyes and think for a moment. I try to gather my thoughts about the information I know. “Who was it?” I ask.

“Got no clue. We’d found a threatening note and were trying to overhaul his security system to see who could have broken inundetected. He had just called Monty to check on the status of Lucian before it happened.”

“It’s not Lucian,” I say.

Bullet chuckles. “No, it’s not Lucian.”

His eyes dance, and I have a feeling that Lucian will never be an issue again. That thought should bother me, but it doesn’t. All it does is allow me to breathe easier. What does bother me is the fact that there is someone out there trying to kill Justin.

“You have no idea?” I ask, even though he’s already answered that question.

Bullet lifts one of his hands, and his fingers gently but firmly wrap around my shoulder before he gives me a squeeze, his eyes searching mine. I watch as he dips his chin, his gaze never leaving my own. The connection is so strong that I can feel the calming waves radiate off him and pour into me.

He’s not worried. He’s not scared. Bullet is at peace and calm. “We don’t know who yet, Posey. But we will find out. Right now, all I want you to do is focus on that baby and Ivy. Nothing else. Leave the rest of the shit to me. As far as you’re concerned, it’s all good.”

It is indeed irrevocably not all good.

Not in the damn slightest. But also, he’s right. There is nothing I can do about it. “How do I focus on Justin when I’m not family?” I ask.

Bullet’s lips twitch into a smirk. He releases my shoulder and jerks his chin upward as if he’s holding on to some secret information, and it seems as though he is.

“You’re not in the city, babe, known the doctor working on him since high school. No worries. Plus, Ivy’s parents are on their way. They know about you, and you’ll be given information and access to him when he’s ready.”

Holy. Shit.

Justin’s. Parents.

IVY

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