Page 27 of Rockstar Untamed
A shame he would have to kill her now. He grinned behind the mask.Who are you kidding? You’ve dreamed of this moment…
He grasped the scalpel he’d stolen from the supply closet and drew it out of his pocket. He hesitated, not knowing where to stab her, to cut her throat or slash across her rounded belly. For once in his life, Stu did consider that he would be killing an unborn child…and it gave him pause.
Another nurse nudged her way into the room, and started to chat with him. Bay opened her eyes and Stu turned away and left the room as quickly as he could. Damn it.
But there was also a sense of relief. He didn’t want to kill the child. Bay, yes, he could kill her over and over again, with great enjoyment, but a baby?
No. He would wait until the kid was born. She would be here, unguarded for a couple of days at least after the birth.
Stu changed back into his clothes, keeping the scrubs in his backpack and went outside. As he lit a cigarette, he pulled out his phone and called the one number programmed into it.
Bartholomew Foy answered with a curt. “Is she dead?”
Stu felt stung. “No. I couldn’t do it with the kid inside her.”
“Sentimental fool. We agreed you would kill Ms. Tambe as both a warning to Sailor and Creed, and as a thank you for us springing you from your incarceration, Mr. Lawson.”
“And Iwillkill her, I swear. Just…the kid didn’t do anything to me.”
Bart sighed. “Did you not consider that by killing them both, the impact would be greater?”
“I don’t get how your Sailor girl will know it’s you, why she’s even connected to Bay.”
“My sources tell me they are now friends. Sailor is very sensitive…when Bay Tambe dies, it will draw her out into the open.”
Stu sighed. He couldn’t argue. He had no idea how Bart Foy knew about him, or why he was helping him. It seemed tenuous to him…but then maybe Foy just like killing women. He could understand that. “Fine. But after Bay gives birth. Do you want me to kill Sailor for you?”
“No. Sailor is mine,” Bart’s voice took on such a dark tone that even Stu shivered at it. He wouldn’t want to be Sailor King when Bart caught up with her. “For now, just make sure Bay Tambe is dead before the end of the week.” The phone went dead, and Stu sighed, glancing back up at the hospital, before trudging back to the car Bart had leased for him.
Buddy Tomas Meir was born at eleven-thirteen a.m. the nest morning. An hour later, when they were alone and holding their son in her arms, Bay looked up at Tom with tears on her beautiful face, grinning widely. “He looks just like you.”
Tom, close to tears himself, kissed her forehead then the baby’s. “Poor kid.”
Buddy squirmed a little then yawned. Bay laughed. “Yep, definitely you, that was your patented ‘after Thanksgiving dinner yawn.’”
Tom laughed and leaned his head against his wife’s. “You did it again,Baijayanthi Tambe Meir. You have given me the world. I love you.”
She smiled and pressed her lips to his. “Right back at you. Oh, hang on, I think he’s hungry.”
Buddy was nudging at her breast and when Bay offered him her nipple, he took it and began to suck gently, never taking his eyes from his mother’s. Tom stroked Bay’s hair and she leaned into his touch. “Did you talk to the girls?”
Tom nodded. “They’re so excited. I sent them a photo of Buddy and they already love him. Kym said she’ll bring them in once you get some rest. I think she’s told everybody in the world, I’ve already had so many messages. Sailor called from Italy and sent her love.”
“Sweet girl.” Bay winced a little as Buddy sucked hard on her nipple. “Forgot how weird this feels.”
Tom grinned at her, his expression mischievous, and she burst out laughing. “Dirty-minded boy. Believe me, you sucking on them is alotdifferent.”
“I know how sweet they taste.” He kissed her softly. “God, I love you.”
“And I love you, Tomas Meir. We really made it, huh?”
She didn’t see the wary look come into his eyes, and soon she was falling asleep herself, the baby satisfied and exhausted. With Tom’s hand stroking her hair, Bay drifted off, totally relaxed, overwhelmingly happy, with her beautiful son in her arms.
Tom waited until Bay was asleep then slipped from the room. He called Roman, asking if Kym was in the room with him. When Roman said no, Tom sighed. “Listen…I’m going to up Bay’s protection. We’ll be okay here at the hospital, I think, they have pretty good security, but when we take Buddy home…jeez, Roman, why did this have to happen now? Have you heard anything on Lawson’s whereabouts?”
“No, I’m sorry, Tom, my detectives haven’t found anything. It’s like he’s disappeared off the face of the Earth.” Roman sighed. “Have you told Bay?”
“No, and I don’t want her to be stressed at a time like this.”
