Mercy (Sin City Outlaws #2)(61)

“Hey, I got that info you wanted.” My eyes perk.

“Yeah?”

“So, it looks like the crew moving the drugs are taking the 405.” He places his hands on his hips, his head tilted to the side as he explains his findings.

“The 405?” That doesn’t make sense, that can’t be right. I nibble on my lip and flick the mouse to my computer.

“What are you doing?” Ignoring him I pull up the map and point at the screen.

“No, that’s not right, they have rival gangs on that route. Stick to the 110, they’re going to take that route, I know it.” Glancing back at Chewie, he frowns.

“My informant says—”

“They’re wrong, trust me on this one.”

He inhales, and slaps the papers in his hand on the palm of his other hand.

“You got it.”

“Hey, you going to book me or what? Where’s my phone call, bitch?” Dolly pops some gum, her knees scraped from Chewie taking her down. Her eyes light up with recognition when I face her fully.

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m going on break. It’s going to be awhile.” I fake smile, rub my belly and head to the breakroom for a donut.

Zeek

“You’re sure?”

“Yep, said to take the 110, that you had rivals on the 405.” A proud smile creeps along my face.

“Thanks.” Hanging up the phone I gesture for Machete to climb down from the truck.

“You smell that, that is some grade A shit, man.” Machete smells his hands.

“Change of plans, we’re taking the 405.”

“Dude, the Gringos use—”

“We’ll be fine. Just keep under the radar, we got a trap set up on the 110.”

“Fuck. Alright, I’ll let the boys know,” Machete states, pulling his phone out.

“We’re not delivering until tomorrow, we got time to make plans and get armed,” I holler after him.

***

STRIDING INTO THE HOUSE the smell of food hits my stomach. I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m starved.

“Hey, babe!” I shout, throwing my keys on the side table.

“I’m in the kitchen!” Jillian hollers.

Jinx slides into the living room, and starts rubbing on my leg.

“Hey, Devil kitty.” Reaching down I give him a scratch. I still hate cats, I only like Jinx. He understands my hatred for his kind, and accepts that fully.

Making my way into the kitchen, Jillian is putting down a bowl of food.

“Baby, I told you I’d cook.” Grabbing her by the sweats I pull her into me, and hug her tightly smelling her neck. Fuck, I missed her today.

“I wanted to, it’s fine.” She cups my face with an oven mitt.

Reaching down I rub at her belly.

“How is my little man, and princess?”

“Ugh, sitting on my bladder.” She groans, making her way around me. Being a father scares the shit out of me. I have a stack of f*cking books on my side of the bed that I am reading, hoping they can explain to me how not to be a f*cked-up dad…but they don’t tell you how to do that. They just tell you what to do when putting your child in bed. No extra blankets, don’t have it too hot, no toys. It’s scary as hell, who knew being a parent would be more terrifying than being an Outlaw?

“My belly has been itching like crazy.” Her head leans back, and her eyes roll as she starts scratching the skin of her stomach. Grabbing her wrist I stop her.

“Go get your cream, I’ll rub it on there for you.”

“Oh, that would be amazing. I just can’t put it on like you do.”

She waddles into our bedroom, and I watch her hips that have spread over the last few months sway back and forth as her ass moves with it. Whoever said waddling wasn’t sexy clearly has never seen Jillian do it. Returning with a giant tub of cocoa butter, she comes straight to me.

Dipping my fingers into it, I lift her shirt and rub it all over her swollen belly. She’s only five months along, but she’s getting big. It’s only in her stomach and her tits, not that I’m complaining. Her ass has some extra jiggle to it as well, something I find myself loving more and more. Everything else is staying about the same size though.

“Better?”

“Much.” She exhales, and lowers her shirt.

Sometimes I feel sorry for her. There is no way I could go through the shit she does with those twins. They are definitely Delucas because they just hijacked her body, and took over.

Looking at my shiny hands, I look around the kitchen and grab a towel to wipe my hands on.

“I, uh, I got you something.” My chest constricts. I’ve never gotten anything for anyone. What if she hates it?

“Me?” Her eyes widen with surprise.

Slipping my hand into my pocket I pull out the rosary beads with the cross she used as a weapon.

She gasps, holding her mouth. She hasn’t seen the best part though.

“I was looking for that.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to tell you I lost it though.” She smiles, her cheeks blushing.

Her fingers thread through the pink beads, and her eyes widen and a cry sounds from them. A look of utter shock shapes her face, as a slight blush spreads through her cheeks.

“Zeek… is that?” She fingers the ring, and teary eyes meet mine.