I move towards anything else that I can land my rage onto, gripping ahold of whatever is in my destruction and I yank on it, but I feel arms around me, pulling me back.
“Zane.” He shouts into my face, somewhat clearing the bit of red fog that’s filling my view. “What the fuck?” It’s a gasp as he looks at me.
It’s only with his expression that I realize I have tears streaming down my face.
“What the fuck?”
Pushing past him, I move out of the office and up the stairs, around the hallway, trying my best to avoid the looks from my other brothers in the process. Ripping open my door and slamming in behind me.
The dresser is the first thing to flip over as the door shuts, before the chair, and I’m making my way over to the opposite side of the room to find whatever I want. Who knows, throw something out of the fucking windows.
“Zane!” comes in a shout from the door. This time it’s Ella. “Zane, open the goddamn door.” She demands this time, as the knocking becomes more forceful. “I will come through this motherfucker if I have to. Just fucking try me.”
Ripping the door open, I just look at her, subconsciously begging for her to be the surrogate mother that I desperately need in this moment, that she’s been to me for the last 7 years, shit more like for my entire life.
“Oh, my god.” She whispers, pushing herself into the room, shutting the door, and pulls me into her. “Shhh.” She whispers just as I did to Tatum earlier today.
And she stands there as I finally lose control of all emotions, actually crying for the first fucking time since I watched the security footage.
“What’s going on?” She asks me, still letting me cry into her shoulder.
“She’s getting married.” I gasp out and I’m sure she nods her head.
“Axe told me.”
“And she’s fucking pregnant.” I whisper, forcing myself to say the words.
?
The knocking on the door wakes me up, surprising me a little since I didn’t even know I went to sleep. I’m still laying on the couch, I was sitting at with Ella, but she’s gone, and somehow my room is put back into order.
Opening the door, Axe looks at me, nodding his head. “You ready?”
“Aw, fuck, I forgot about the drop tonight.” I groan before I move over to the closet, opening the hidden compartment, wrapping myself in the bullet-proof vest, holster, and guns.
“Man, you can stay back and I can—”
“Fuck that. I need to get the fuck out of here.” Even though I can still smell her on me.
Opening the safe, I grab out the guns, placing them into their rightful places.
“Man, Ella told me.”
“I’m fine.” I look at him. “It was just a really fucking weird day. I just want to forget about it and do my fucking job.”
“Okay.” He steps out of the closet and we both move down the hallway.
A handful of us go down to the drop at the marina. Don’t want too many to come and spook them.
Axe and I stand with one another, not really talking as we hear a couple of our men at the lookouts talking with their comms in.
But I say nothing. All I can imagine is her as she was riding me, feeling the emotions radiating off of her.
I’m still zoned out when the men tell me they’re coming and it’s not until Axe smacks me and the revving of the engine’s sound that I’m paying attention again.
“Z, my man.” Lucas, the leader of one of the city’s gangs, nods to me. “What you got for us today?”
“What we talked about.” I snap out, trying to keep my attitude in check, and failing miserably.
