Page 35 of Diablo
“Give me the test.”
“Right.”
I grab the paper bag and pull out the box. I open it and hand her the tube.
“Baby, it’s supposed to be easy. You pee on the stick, and we wait for three minutes. The words pregnant will show up if you are.”
“Wow, that is easy. Okay, let's pee on the stick.”
I watch Athena pee; she’s red as a tomato, making me laugh.
“Okay, done,” She says, pulling the stick out.
“Let me hold it.”
“Hell no. Gross. I’ll hold it and show you when the words appear,” Athena hums, looking at the stick.
We both look at the test and I watch the time. After three minutes, the tube confirms that she’s pregnant.
“Oh wow! I’m pregnant,” Athena hums, looking at me.
“Hell, yes! I knew it. I thought about it since the moment I left Vegas. I was so worried that I would never know. But now, we got this. I’m so happy, are you?”
“Uh, yes, you buffoon. I’m thrilled that I’m pregnant and that you want your baby.”
“Damn straight! I love you,” I say, kneeling in front of her and cupping her face.
“Are you sure? I mean, we’ve just met.”
“Yeah, I’m sure because of this connection we have, I feel it deep in my soul.”
“Oh my, you’re so damn sweet. I love you.”
A week later.
“Baby, we need your help. Could you call Mazza and set a meeting with him. Tell him that you need to talk to him,” I say, rubbing my neck.
“Why?”
“We want to kill the fucker. The plan is for you to call, he goes to the location, and we kill him. We need to get rid of him to live in peace. That bastard is pure evil. The Italian Don Sica wants Mazza dead after the Prez talked to him about his activities. The Don is pissed,” I say, looking at her.
“Oh, I understand, but do you have to kill him? I know the man is a jerk, but killing is extreme,” Athena hums, raising her brow.
“Baby, the Satan Warrior MC lifestyle is hard, intense, and dangerous. It’s kill or be killed. We don’t have friends; I can’t risk you getting hurt. That motherfucker is doing human trafficking, and that’s what he planned to do to you. So, yes, that son of bitch needs to die. I won’t be at peace until I know that he’s not a threat to you,” I say, grinding my molars.
“What the hell. Roberto was serious about selling me. He is a human trafficking monster! Oh my, okay. Kill him if you think it’s best; I don’t want to live my life in fear of the bastard. But I don’t know if he will want to meet me,” Athena says, clasping her hands.
“Mazza will. Prez talked to Benson and gave him a come-to-Jesus talk. Prez asked him about Mazza, and he stated that Mazza is looking for you.” I say, crossing my arms.
“Oh God. What do you mean, come to Jesus talk?”
“It means that we have Benson by the balls, so Benson is putty in our hands.
“Right. Okay, but I don’t have my cell. I don’t know the number.”
“Right. Prez asked Benson to have your stuff packed. The Prospect will pick the boxes up in an hour.”
“Ohh, that sounds good. Thanks,” Athena says, pushing off the bed.
