Page 9 of Patchover Fright Night
“Baby, are you crying?”
She buried her face in my neck. “I’m so proud of you, Micro. I’m so relieved that they got their heads out of their asses at last.”
“You know I can hear you, right?” Stitch asked, as he slapped my back and passed us, directing people to start pouring beer, and ‘get this party started’.
“I can’t believe it, babe. No more interim. No more fucking sniping at me for being just a figurehead.” I mean, that remained to be seen, since they would still be in charge of me, right? But at least I could call myself a fucking president now, without having to add that fucking word in front of it. I never wanted to hear that fucking word ever again.
Various hands slapped my back, as people moved around to get to the party, but I just stood there, holding my woman, my fucking reason for living.
“You want me to set up for the tats, Pres?” Rocket was standing beside us, and suddenly all I could think about was getting us both inked up asap.
“Yeah, brother, let’s do this.” I turned to Soph, and suddenly froze. “Or can’t you have a tattoo while you’re pregnant?”
“Pregnant? Hey, congrats!”
“Who’s pregnant?” Oh shit. Suddenly we were the centre of attention again for a reason that we weren’t planning to make known just yet.
Tesio / Grease
Iswear, I didn’tknow what the fuck was going on. One minute, I was distracted from checking cameras by Micro, who was asking dumbass questions about a booze delivery from Don Rossi, and the next, I was waking up on the floor of my office, and the door was jammed somehow, so even when I dragged my groggy ass up from the floor, I couldn’t get out. What the fuck had happened?
I tentatively pressed my fingers against the side of my head, gasping out in pain when they touched a swollen bump, and the tackiness of drying blood.
“The fuck?”
I staggered back to my screens, and they were all dark, and a quick sluggish check of them proved they were dead, like there was no power getting into my systems, and therefore the entire fucking compound’s cameras. My brain struggled to focus on the matter at hand, but I knew it was nothing good.
There was only one explanation for it. We were under fucking attack! I rummaged through the clutter on the desk, and grabbed my mobile phone, trying to dial, before I saw the ‘no signal’ warning at the edge of the screen. Fuck! How was there suddenly no signal? A jammer?
I stumbled back to the door, banging my fist on it repeatedly, trying to get someone to hear me. There was so much noise outside, but I couldn’t get my head to clear enough, to work out what I was actually hearing. Was it partying or fighting? Fun or terror? I felt my knees weaken, and I crashed down onto them, as the room spun again, and then darkness washed over me once more.
Cammy
Say what you wantabout bikers, but they know how to party, and they’re great in bed. I mean, at eight months pregnant, I literally felt like I was fit to burst, but hadn’t it been fun making a baby in the first place? I couldn’t wait to meet our little sweetheart, and I knew our little girl would be the most well protected little girl in the world, with the whole club looking out for her.
“They’re getting so rowdy,” Sophie complained, dropping onto the seat beside me. She eyed my stomach, and bit her lip, clearly wanting to say something. My hormones were so out of whack, that one wrong word from her could piss me off, but her conflicted expression got through to me.
“Is everything okay? Is this the ‘I need away from Micro’ request, because I’ve got you, we all have.”
She rolled her eyes at me, glaring as one of the guys yelled out and something was thrown. Great, these guys couldn’t party without someone getting pissy and throwing punches.
“Maybe we should move over there away from the fire,” I suggested, and we left the firepit seating area, and moved over to the benches by the small building they used for Church.
“So about Micro?”
Sophie groaned. “When are you all going to realise that he’s a good man? He’s my everything! I actually wanted to talk to you about pregnancy.”
Oh. My eyes lowered briefly to the hand resting over her stomach. If there was a baby in there, she wasn’t showing yet.
“You are?”
She nodded, and her face lit up, as she couldn’t fight the huge smile that wanted out. Honestly, I was the same when I found out too. Stitch and I didn’t think it’d be too easy for us, what with his little ‘disability’, but we definitely proved he had enough spunk in his junk, right?
“We only found out today,” Sophie said, gasping as something else crashed, and we both turned to stare at the bikers. Why were they making more noise than usual? I’d seen them partying before, but this was insane.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” I heard Ice yelling, and then he was dragging Lissa away from them, and to us, but she didn’t look right either. She was stumbling, and reaching in front of her, like there was something hovering right there that she could see, but the rest of us clearly couldn’t.
“What the hell?” Ice eased her down beside us, and caught her hands, crouching in front of her.
