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“You brand women,” Colby stated, obviously still not convinced.
Javier scratched at his five o’clock shadow. “Yeah, but as far as I know, in this club, having certain sexual proclivities doesn’t mean you’re a fucking serial killer,” he hissed.
“He’s got a good point,” my mom muttered from beside me, looking at Swiss.
I would’ve been a mix between amused and grossed out if I wasn’t battling with my body and silently yelling at my daughter for trying to rush out so soon.
There was no way I could remain seated. I needed to walk around. And Elden was still staring at Javier, so he couldn’t stop me from moving. I not so subtly pushed myself off the sofa, waddling around it so I could pace.
Despite Elden’s concentration, his eyes rushed in my direction the second I started moving.
“Dude, I’m not a serial killer!” Javier exclaimed, looking at Colby who was still glaring at him.
There might’ve been more of an interrogation and definitely an alpha stare off if I hadn’t let out an involuntary groan of pain as I moved wrong, and my womb tried to kill me.
All eyes, unfortunately, went to me.
Javier looked relieved to have the attention off him. “I can’tbelieveyou thought I was a serial killer,” he muttered to no one in particular.
Elden, of course, had rushed to me and was now holding me up. Although I was mad at his overprotectiveness, I was thankful for him stopping me from falling to the ground.
“Violet?” he demanded, his voice full of concern.
“I’m fine,” I replied weakly, trying to smile.
Elden was not convinced by my smile.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I can’t take it anymore, and you are going to explode at this point,” Colby yelled, pacing. “She’s in labor,” he told Elden, pointing at me.
Elden’s eyes went wide.
“You’re in labor?” Elden asked so quickly, it sounded like one jumbled word.
“Barely,” I replied through a painful breath.
“What did Colby just say?” Swiss demanded, joining the huddle.
“Nothing,” I said at the same time Elden yelled, “she’s in fucking labor!”
“We have to get you to a hospital,” Swiss said, eyes tinted with panic.
“I am not going anywhere,” I declared firmly, standing my ground and glaring at both men.
“You fucking are if I have to drag you kicking and screaming,” Elden refuted, already trying to move me toward the door
I planted my feet and leveled my gaze on him. “I promise you, I will never forgive you for that,” I told him. “I’m not bringing our child into a world where her godmother is being held captive by a serial killer. You can keep arguing with me, or you can make sure that happens.”
“It’s not as simple as just squeezing your legs together, hon,” my mom said mollifyingly, joining the fray. “At some point, this baby is going to come whether you want it to or not.”
“And by that point, Sariah will be here,” I informed her.
“She’s gone crazy,” Swiss muttered.
“Get the club doctor here, right now,” Elden called out to the room at large. It wasn’t clear who exactly he was talking to because his eyes were on me.
He was very mad. And also very worried.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to her,” I told him soothingly.
