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He hums down the line. "You expect me to agree based on vague explanations? No, Benjamin. One thing you will need to learn very quickly is that I am in charge. Every breath you take is because I have allowed it. So, you will give me every tiny detail, and I will decide how it goes down, am I understood?"
I grit my teeth, hating giving up the control but agree anyway.
If I expect the head of the mafia in Montana to trust me enough to run narcotics and weapons through this area after we take down The Brooks family, then I have to play by his rules. For now.
I proceed to fill him in on my plan for Presley and how we will involve the Brooks afterwards. He's reluctant at first but eventually gives in. "And what about this flash drive that your little wife has? What do you plan to do about that?"
I smirk at the phone even though he can't see it. "I will be able to get it from her when I visit. That won't be a problem. Everyone already believes that my wife is mentally disabled, so even if she tries to bring it up to anyone after, it won't be hard to prove she's delusional and confused."
A long sigh comes through the line. "Well, it would seem as though you have this figured out. I didn't have plans to mess with the Sons of Silence MC, but as long as you keep my name clear of them, we should be fine. Benjamin, think of this as a test. I am trusting you to handle this. If anything gets fucked up, I will come down there personally and destroy you."
"Don't worry. I have this under control."
After our phone call ends, I give my father a call. My beautiful wife will be home in a month with this plan, and I will need the best person I know to help me make her into the perfect doll again.
After all, he made my mother perfectly obedient.
Chapter Eight
Axe (Jackson)
Pregnant.
That one single word runs through my head on a loop. I followed her down to the alleyway and watched her get sick. I was confused and ready to step in and help and figure out what was wrong. But then… then she put her hand on her belly, causing her loose, flowy shirt to tighten slightly around her slight bump.
I didn’t think much of it until she spoke. Those words. It was like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head.
Pregnant.
And yet that one word changed nothing. As I stood there watching her interact with her unborn baby, I still felt the same pull I did minutes earlier when I didn’t know. It’s not my baby. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever be a dad. It just didn’t seem like something for me. But now, I can clearly picture Presley with a baby and me right there with her. Even now, hours later, I still feel the same.
I feel insane. A tiny part of my mind is telling me to run. Get away. Go back to free pussy anytime I want.
We have club sluts, after all. The girls who are here because they want to be. But I can’t. I look at them and feel nothing. I look at Presley and see my future. My heart. It’s like my heart no longer beats in my chest. It’s hers, and she has the power to destroy it.
I drop my head into my hands with a groan, where I sit at the bar in the club. This is insane. I’m fucking insane. Someone should probably check my brain because something must be wrong.
I decide to go let my closest friend determine how fucking insane I am. I find him in one of our offices. The main room of the club which has tables, couches, a TV, a bar, and a small dance floor. There is a hall on the far side that takes you to a bunch of open offices. Rage set it up so anyone can use them for anything. The younger boys for school, or brothers who need to get work done. Club business or personal. I find Stone in one of the offices staring at his laptop, frowning.
I knock once and walk in before plopping down on the chair in front of the desk. “What’s going on, brother?”
He shakes his head and shuts his laptop. “Nothing.”
I raise a brow at him. “This have anything to do with your stalking habits?”
He grunts but says nothing. I smirk at him but let it go for now. Maybe he isn’t the best person to declare me insane or sane because he has been stalking a girl for months but won’t talk to her. I’m also pretty sure his stalking habits go farther than he has even told me.
I sigh and lean back in the chair. “I think I’m losing it.”
He stares at me, waiting for me to say more.
“Presley is pregnant. About four months. It’s her ex-husband’s. Although they aren’t divorced yet.” I explain everything from today, and he listens intently. When I finish, I scoff, “I’m going fucking crazy, aren’t I?”
He shakes his head. “No, brother. You aren’t. You’re in love.”
“No the fuck I’m not.”Keep lying to yourself, Axe.
“Then what was that shit today? Because to me, it sounds like you were professing your love.”
