Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(57)

Zeek’s cock pulses as he spills warm cum into me. A flash of heat starts in my spine and spreads through my limbs as pleasure knifes through my body.

Falling next to me, we both pant. His eyes finding mine.

“I’m keeping the baby.” I word vomit. I cringe at my after sex talk.

He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “I hoped you would.”

“Then why didn’t you say keep it?” I’m a little angry he made me decide everything.

“I didn’t want my opinion to influence your decision. If you didn’t want to keep it deep down, and you did because of me then you’d just resent me later.”

“I hate how smart you are sometimes.” I narrow my eyes at him.

Looking at the ceiling, Alessandra comes to mind.

“I need to tell Alessandra.” God, I can literally hear her gasp from here when I tell her I’m pregnant.

“Why don’t you go see her, I’m sure she’s worried about you. I’m going to go get my club back in order.” He raises from the bed.

“Is it safe?” I swallow hard, knowing Cross is out there somewhere is unsettling.

“I’ll have Mac tail you. What did you actually think? I was just going to let you go off by yourself?” He’s serious.

“Seriously? I don’t need a babysitter, I can take care of myself.”

He gives my ass a smack.

“It’s non-negotiable. I need to get to my club, so either you can come with me until I’m done, or Mac can follow you.”

“Gah! You’re impossible!”





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Jillian



GETTING IN MY JEEP I head to the Blue Café, if Alessandra is not there then I’ll swing by her place and wait for her till she shows up. Glancing in my rear view mirror Mac is right behind me on his motorcycle. I have to admit, I feel safer knowing he’s there.

Noticing Alessandra’s squad car in the parking lot, I pull in and go inside. She’s sitting in our booth with a plate of food in front of her, her head shoved into a folder, with a pen in hand.

Sliding into the booth I grab a fry and pop it into my mouth. Her eyes flick up angrily, and her face pales.

“OH MY GOD!” She jumps over the table, pulling me into a death-gripping hug. “I have been so f*cking worried,” she cries into my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I laugh, trying to pry her arms off me. She tightens her hug, nearly cutting my breathing off. “Love me less!” I croak, slapping at her hands.

She pulls back, and wipes at her teary eyes.

“Where have you been?” Sitting down in her seat, my eyes fall to the folder. There are print outs of my face on a missing person’s poster. “Oh, yeah, I was going to put them up today.”

I smile. It’s nice to know if I go missing someone around here would look for me.

I tell her everything about what happened. How I didn’t kill my father, how we ran to the Devil’s Dust, about Frank, even Cross, and how it all ended.

She sits there staring at me, mouth popped open.

“Say something,” I insist.

“Holy shit.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “Looks like our favorite outlaw saved the day then.”

Looking out the window, I brace myself. “There is one other thing.” Glancing back at her, her eyebrows raise in waiting. “I’m pregnant.”

Her face goes lax. “Shut up, that’s so not funny.” I don’t laugh. “You’re serious?” Her eyes widen like saucers. “Are you keeping it?”

I nod, biting on my bottom lip. “You know you’ll have desk duty for like a year, right?”

I scoff. “I don’t even have a job right now, I was wanted last time I checked.”

Her lips twist sympathetically. “You should just go to the department and explain to them what happened.”

“If I do that then I throw Zeek under the bus of the justice system. They’re going to want to know who killed my father, and then they’re going to want proof.”

“I see your point. Tell them Cross shot your dad then. Where is the weapon now?”

“I don’t know, we ran, remember?”

“That’s right…Well, you know as well as I do, no evidence, no crime.”

I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s making me sick to my stomach just thinking about going to the department and lying.

“How is my mother? Have you talked to her today?” I change the subject.

“Not today, she’s probably getting ready for the funeral. It’s in an hour.”

My stomach drops, my head falling in my hands. A funeral, how could I forget such a thing?

“I didn’t even think to ask.”

“Well, you’ve had your hands full with being kidnapped and getting knocked up, I could see that. You’re going though, right?”

Taking my bottom lip between my teeth I look out the window of our booth. “I’ve learned some interesting things about my father over the last week, he was not who I thought he was.”

“I’ve heard stories.”

“You have?”

“I mean, it was just talk around the department. I didn’t think any of them were true. Were they?”