Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(47)

I shrug. “I’m not sure, couple million.”

Everyone’s eyes go wide. Bobby spitting beer all over Shadow.

“Thing is, I know even if I do this Frank is going to kill Jillian to make a point to me. He’s not going to take me f*cking a cop, and running off with her, without any consequences.” He killed the last girl I had something going on with just for the hell of it, he’ll do it again without a second thought and I can’t let that happen.

Bull rubs the back of his head. “Give me and my boys a moment?”

I glance at Lip who gives me a reassuring nod.

“Make it quick, I really need to be going.” I’m not sure what the f*ck I’m going to do, but sitting here isn’t an option.

Stepping outside, I put my hands on my hips and take a deep breath. A breath that doesn’t even feel like I’m breathing at all, because I’m not. Pregnant. She’s pregnant with my kid. My father used to tell me to pull out and I’d be fine. Cross would then tell me that’s how I was made, and not to listen to him. Guess Cross wasn’t just feeding me bullshit though, ‘cause now I’m a father.

Look at me, how can I be a damn dad. I can barely be the man Jillian deserves, let alone the role model a child deserves.

A piece of me wonders if Frank is toying with me, but another part wonders what if he’s not, what if Jillian is pregnant. Dragging my hands down my face I groan, before screaming into the night air. I fall to my knees, my rage and fury spilling from my vocals like poison begging to be released.

Eventually I run out of breath, and my roar subsides into a pitiful yell.

Chest panting, eyes watering I fall forward on my hands and look at the rocks. If he hurts her, I’ll kill him. I’ll kill everyone in my path. I’ll paint the streets of Vegas as red as the carpet lining the floors of Frank’s casino.

“Zeek, you alright, man?” Lip comes into view.

Pulling myself together, I stand, and wipe my hands on my jeans.

“Yeah.”

“Bull wants you.”

Nodding, and pushing the hair from my face, I follow Lip inside.

“So, you want your chick back?” Bull asks, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, the question redundant. “You give us that money, we’ll help you get your bitch back.” Bull takes a sip of his beer, eyes never leaving mine.

“So you want the money…in return for helping me save Jillian?” I ask, eyebrows raised.

“Yup. But you either get our help and give us all the money, or you don’t get us at all.” Nodding, I glance at Lip who is staring right back, arms crossed.

“I just want her,” I state immediately. I know I’m passing up a ton of money, but you can’t put a price on what I feel for Jillian.

“That means nothing for you and your club. You’re picking your woman over money,” Bobby clears it up, as if I didn’t understand Bull’s ultimatum.

“Yeah, I got that.” Running my hand back and forth over my sweating forehead I’m still confused as to why they’re wanting to help me. They don’t owe me anything. Hell, they should be delivering me to Frank themselves. “Why do you want to do this? You don’t understand what you’re getting yourselves into. If we fail, Frank could come after your club.”

Bull crosses his legs, and leans back against the bar. “What can I say? I like happily ever afters…and money.” They all laugh in unison.

“We could also use the money. This place is falling apart if you haven’t noticed.” Shadow points at the ceiling where I crashed through.

“If Frank doesn’t get his money, he’s going to kill her.” I inform them. Not sure how we’re going to get the money and Jillian.

“I think with your men and my men, we can get the money, get your woman, and kill that sleazy * Frank.”

My hand darts up on its own, pointing at him, my heart pounding against my chest murderously.

“Frank is mine!”

Bull’s lip curls at the corner.

“You got it.”



Jillian



“I GUESS WE WILL SEE WHERE Zeek’s head is at. Does he bring me the money, or try and save his woman and kid and die in the process?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to hear his voice anymore. Most women who find out they’re pregnant are pacing in their bathrooms, their significant other worrying their hands in the other room. The idea of parenting scaring them, as they wonder if they will survive the struggles ahead.

I’ve been kidnapped, and was just forced by gunpoint to piss on a pregnancy test, which will be used to walk the father of my unborn child into a death trap.

The turmoil and burning path that Zeek and I walk along will never fail as long as we are together.

“Doesn’t matter, does it? In the end we’re going to kill them both.” Cross laughs.

Frank rubs at his tie. “Not if Zeek complies. The deal was he has to return to the club and be under my thumb. I can’t keep those animals in line, and do the business side of things, too. I need someone with some brains to run the club.”

“Hello,” Cross waves his hand. “I could have saved you a lot of f*cking trouble, you could have just put me in charge.”

Frank sighs and rolls his eyes. “That will never happen. You can’t even keep a level head if I’m not standing over you. You’d have the club in a blood bath, every connection the club has would be severed. You’re where you’re supposed to be.”