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“Fuck you. I’ve made sure to fill every fucking hole just so you didn’t win,” I growl.

“I slid into her every chance I got. I’m telling you, this one is mine,” he says, and she rolls her eyes.

“Does it even fucking matter at this point?” she says and we both answer.

“Yes. There is money on the line here, babe,” Spade says, and we laugh as she growls.

“I’m going to kill both of you one day. When will I be able to get my body back? How many more fucking kids do we need? Can I get a break, like Jesus Christ?” She yells, and again, we both answer.

“No.”

She growls again as I place her on her feet. She slaps my chest as she walks away, slapping Spade upside the head. “Finish this prick. I’m fucking hungry,” she says, walking further away, but stops and turns to us at the last minute. “Oh, and it’s a boy. Dickheads,” she says, then exits the room and out the front door. Turning to Spade, I’m fucking speechless. He puts his fist out and I bump it as we both smile because, fuck yes, our girl is pregnant again, and that alone turns me the fuck on.

“Does he know anything?” I ask, and Spade shakes his head.

“He’s sticking to the story of Dario being the one that signed it, that the signature is authentic,” he says, and I place my hand on my chin.

“Then the date has to be wrong. He must have signed off on this the day he died while they were at the mill. I knew he was doing some paperwork for him, but I didn’t know it was that. That’s the only conclusion I can come up with,” I say, and he nods.

“Same, Brother. Let’s end this. He’s useless anyway,” Spade says, and I pick up Dario’s dagger and press it against the fat fuck's throat.

“For Dario,” I say, and Spade repeats the sentiment as I drag our brother’s dagger across the fat fuck's neck in one quick swipe. Blood sprays and pours all around us as he chokes. We exit the house, covered in blood, as I wipe the dagger clean against my suit pants. Getting into the truck, I hand it to Jade and she puts it in the center console.

“Alright, preggers. What does our wife want to eat?” I say, and she smiles.

“Pizza,” she says, and I roll my eyes. Fuck. If she’s craving pizza, that means my soldiers lost the race and Spade is the true winner. His cheering in the backseat tells me everything I need to know.

Putting the truck in gear, we head towards Jade’s favorite pizza shop. I can’t wait to get home to see my little munchkin.

Chapter 12

Sparring & Surprises

Spade

Finding out I’m going to be a dad again has me like a little kid in a candy store, with a stupid grin plastered across my face. All week my wife has been craving pizza, which only makes me think that baby boy in her belly is a thousand percent mine. Throwing it in Jay’s face any second I can has been fun too, but I know I’m taking it too far when I see the Carver peeking out of him every so often. Something is going on with him, but I can’t place my finger on what it is exactly. Some nights he goes off by himself and comes back covered in blood. I think he forgot that I have access to these cameras, and I see. I see how he’s trying to hide his kills, but I just leave him be. One of his biggest pet peeves is to be questioned, so I’m letting him be for now.

Pulling into the mill, I put the car in park and get out. Jade has an appointment today with Kai Wang. So I’m here to make sure his order is complete and accounted for before loading it up into the van. But before I go to help, I need to go see my wife. I haven’t kissed her all day, and I need those luscious lips against mine.

Opening the door to the mill, I walk in and hear skin slapping skin. I look at the ring, doing a double take.What the fuck?I climb in the ring, walk up to the kid sparring with my pregnant wife, rear back, and punch him in the temple. Unfortunately for him, he drops like a sack of potatoes. Staring at him laid out on the mat, I laugh, not seeing my Babygirl come at me fast as hell. I jump back as she swings at me, ducking and weaving as she continues to come at me. I circle around the ring, laughing as she yells at me.

“You motherfucker!” she spits, and I howl.

“What’s wrong, Babygirl?” I taunt as she comes at me again, but I spin around her, slapping her ass.

“You know damn well what’s wrong. Asshole!” she yells, tossing her headgear at me. I duck as it flies past my head and out of the ring.

“Maybe he should pay attention to his surroundings, or better yet, be grateful it was me who found you like this. Jay would've plunged a knife into his gut and your mats would've gotten splattered with red. I think I did you a favor,” I say, dancing on my feet, waiting for her next move.

“Get fucked, you idiot. I was just sparring. Ya know it’s healthy for me to exercise while pregnant, right? You fuckfaces want to keep knocking me up, and I’d like to stay fit, so fucking deal with it,” she spits and I raise a brow.

“You want a workout, Babygirl? I’ll give you one along with some hard dick.” I laugh, and she growls.

“I think your dick has done enough, don’t ya think?” she retorts and I shake my head.

“Hmm. I don’t think so, baby,” I say, looking at my wrist like I’m looking at the time. “It’s been all day since I’ve been inside that tight cunt. So no. It could do a lot more damage.” I grin and she chucks her gloves at me, hitting me in the chest.

“God, Spade. You’ve pissed me the fuck off. Now go do what you came here to do and leave me be,” she orders as she turns heading for the ropes, but I run for her, wrapping my arms around her waist hauling her away from the ropes.

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