AllFreeNovel
Share Us
After hanging up with Harlow, I grabbed a quick shower and headed to the kitchen for something to eat. I’d burned up a lot of calories during our mini sex marathon and I needed to build up my strength for the repeat that I had planned for later. I grinned like a love-sick fool, but I couldn’t contain how fucking good I felt. Harlow did that for me, and I was ready to take her to Sunrise Heights and claim her officially.
Fuck, I’d been ready for a damned long time.
The bar was quiet, which didn’t surprise me. Like me, most of my brothers had come in during the early morning hours and were probably still in bed. The few who had remained behind to guard the clubhouse were most likely entwined in the arms of one of the club whores. Yet I realized as I neared the kitchen that someone was up, because I could smell food before I even walked through the door.
My gaze landed on the food laid that was out on the counter, and then my eyes were drawn toward the stove, where was Mitzi standing. “You here all alone?” I picked up a plate and began to pile scrambled eggs on it.
I heard her heavy sigh before she responded in a tired tone, “Yeah. That damned Snake kept me up all night, and I finally got to sleep and then morning sickness hit.”
I grinned as I added bacon next to my eggs, surprised that she was able to stomach the smell of food. “Have you gone to see Dr. Phillips yet?” It grew quiet, and I turned to make eye contact, expecting an answer.
“Yeah, I... I went. She put me on pre-natal vitamins until, I, um decide what I want to do.” She turned off the stove and walked over to the counter, dumping more eggs onto the mound that was already there.
I snatched a couple of pieces of toast. “Whatever you decide, you know the club will support you.” I’d told her that once before, but her hormones were all over the place now, and I could tell that she was feeling at a loss.
She snorted. “Yeah, because I’m so important.”
I was surprised by her comment. Her pale expression was crestfallen, revealing her vulnerability. “Mitzi, you’ve been a member of the club for over ten years. You mean a lot to us. And not just for the reason I’m sure is going through your head right now. Your loyalty is important to us.”
She grew quiet for a minute, her gaze directed to the floor. “What if I want to keep it, Doc?”
“Then keep it. Look around you. You think your baby will be the first one brought up in the clubhouse?” I chuckled. “If I have my way, Harlow will be pregnant by tomorrow.”
That put a smile on her tired face. “You really like her, don’t you?”
I shook my head. “I love her.” I set my full plate down to fix a cup of coffee. “Have you told Demon?”
“Yes. He pretty much says the same thing you do. And talking to Lulu was a big help. I just need to stop being scared about my future and raising a child. But you know what, Doc? I think I already love this baby.”
I nodded. Mitzi had come a long way from the barely legal girl who’d first joined the club a decade ago. She’d come from a broken, dysfunctional family and had had a lot of growing up to do. “Then I think you have your answer.” With plate and cup in hand, I headed to the bar so I could sit and eat.
“Well, well, well, Brother, so Harlow wasn’t killing you this morning.” Loco’s happy-go-lucky tone echoed throughout the room, gaining the attention of the few others who were there. “Got worried when I heard you howling.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or if he’d really heard me and Harlow. “That wasn’t howling, Brother, that was a fucking roar of victory,” I managed to smirk.
“That was my roar you heard, dipshit.” Sax entered the room right behind Loco.
“Well, at least some of you brothers got some pussy after we got home.”
I grinned around a mouthful of eggs. Loco’s enthusiasm had quickly changed to mock sadness.
“Millie was drunk and dead to the fucking world when I crawled into bed with her.”
I swallowed and reached for a piece of bacon. “Maybe you’ve just lost your touch.”
“Like hell!” Loco snapped, rubbing his hand over the top of his head. “I need coffee.”
“Jesus, we all look like death warmed over.” Sax sat down opposite of me, exhaling loudly. “Been a rough week.”
I wondered if my eyes looked as bloodshot as his did. “Yup.” I took a sip of coffee. “But it ain’t over yet. Not until we find Bronx.”
“It’s obvious he’s gone rogue.”
“Who’s gone rogue?” Loco re-entered the room and had apparently overheard Sax’s comment.
“Bronx,” we answered simultaneously.
Sax snorted. “I think the bastard went solo long before we took out his club.”
