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The tiniest of flutters roll against my hand. I cup my mouth as a squeak escapes me.Holy shit!
“It’s Easton,” Punk whispers sweetly. “He’s asking you to reconsider his name—he hates it.”
I swat Punk in the arm. “Shut up, Junior! He’s probably kicking because he likes it.”
Punk scoffs. “Doubtful. It’s a sucky name, and he’s reacting with sucker-punches.”
“Oh, give it up! She’s keeping the name, moron.”
Punk swings around to Simone. “Stay out of this battle, priss. This is between me and our favorite sister.”
Chase smacks him in the back of the head. “Stop calling my woman a priss.”
Simone puts her hands on her hips, cocking an attitude. “Chase, I swear to God, if you call me your woman one more—”
“You don’t want me to say it? Fine!” Chase storms to the tech room, returning with a small leather cut. He tosses it at Simone, who catches it clumsily.
She balks. “What the hell is this?”
“It says the words for me,” Chase grits through his teeth.
Simone holds the cut out in front of her, turning an angry shade of red. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
She turns the vest around, and I see it has ‘Property of Chase’ embroidered along the back with the Mercy Ravens logo.
My mouth falls open. Chase must have a death wish because my sister is no pushover.
Eagle whistles between his teeth. “Yep. Shits about to hit the fan. I’m out.” He heads for the billiards room with Stage and Triple following.
Reaper leans over to Brass. “Twenty bucks says the accountant beats his ass.”
“I ain’t taking a losing bet,” Brass says, waving the wager off.
Punk slaps his knee, laughing. “That’s fucking awesome. Way to lay down the law, bro.”
“Is this supposed to be a joke?” she screeches.
“No. It’s the truth,” Chase says fiercely. “You. Are. Mine. And when your fine ass is riding flush against my back, everyone else will know it too.”
“Oh, shit,” Brass pipes, unable to turn away from the train wreck.
Punk laughs even harder, doubling over.
Simone loses her cool and starts whipping Chase and Punk with the cut. The guys cover their heads, jumping, cussing, and biting back screams.
I sit, watching the shit-storm, with my hands cradling my belly. Yeah, that can’t feel good being whipped by leather.
“The fuck is going on?” Maceo asks with bewilderment.
I gaze up at him sweetly from my spot on the couch. “I’m not entirely sure, but a riot broke out after the babies moved.”
Maceo does a double-take. He drops to his knees next to me, completely ignoring his brothers being taken down by my sister wielding a club vest. His massive hand covers the length of my belly, and his coal-black eyes close like he’s trying to concentrate. After a few seconds, his eyes snap open, connecting with mine. “They’re moving! They’re really moving.”
“I know,” I say excitedly, my face breaking into a wide grin.
“CHASE!” Punk hollers, ducking to avoid being whacked. “Call off your old lady!Ouch!”
Simone chucks the vest at Chase before flipping him the bird and storming off in her skyscraper heels.
