Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(138)

“Shit!” Daniel's curse was extra shrill through the blood. “No wonder.”

The heavy silence was interrupted by Grigor and the women carrying Sabrina. I heard my girl groan, stood up, and screamed after them, following as quickly as I could.

“What's going on? Is she gonna make it?”

“Still breathing!” Grigor yelled back. “Doctor is on his way. We need to lay her out in your bed, sir. Somewhere away from the toxin on the sheets.”

Fuck. We moved to the adjoining chamber, and I watched them lay her out in the only bed where she'd belonged from the very start.

Her breaths were coming, slow and steady, an obvious struggle in her chest every time her lungs pumped. My brothers followed us in, but they kept their distance against the wall.

Lev was braver, the first to come over. His hand fell on my shoulder. By some insane miracle, I didn't instantly spin around and break his f*cking jaw.

“Patience, brother. We're gonna make sure she's all right. This whole thing has been an epic clusterf*ck.”

I turned, shaking off his fingers. “Tell me something I don't already know, *.”

“We're sorry. We're gonna make it right. Come on, Anton, you've gotta give us another chance.”

Jackass. I thought it, but I didn't say it, because he was actually trying to help.

My chances for living like a sane man were all flashing before my eyes, spinning and vanishing with every rough breath I watched her take. God damn. Where was that asswipe doctor?

We stayed with her 'til the quack came in. He got to work right away and surprisingly kept his calm, even with all three of our hell hungry eyes on him.

He pierced her in the arm with a syringe. I watched him push some shit into her. The stethoscope came out, and he listened to her chest. Irrational jealousy raged in my veins while I watched him touch her, feel her.

I suppressed a growl. Yeah, it was insane, but f*ck it. I never wanted another man's hands on her for any f*cking reason. Nobody got to touch what was mine.

The doc stepped away just before I went off like a warhead. He murmured a few words to Grigor, something about needing a sample of the shit making her sick. Good thing there was still a whole f*cking bottle of it in the other room.

I watched the doc grab his things and head for the door. My hands flew to my mouth and I screamed, loud enough to echo through the whole house.

“Well? What the f*ck? Is she gonna be okay?”

The doctor spun, looked at me, clearly jarred. Good. Fuck him.

“She's stable. If you hadn't gotten it out of her right away, she'd be dead right now. I think she'll be okay – I just need to test the toxin to be sure.” He shrugged. “Patience, please. I'm doing exactly what I was brought here for.”

Arrogant little shit. I saw the recognition flash in his eyes. He certainly knew who I was from all the big stories in the media. Good thing I trusted Grigor to bring us a corruptible, but capable man. He always did, somebody who'd take the green and shut their f*cking mouth instead of ratting to the Feds.

I shot my brothers a look that told them we were done. Grigor and his women stepped back to the other side of the room.

I sat down on the empty chair next to her, reached for her hand, and squeezed. She was like ice. I rubbed her fingers in mine, anything to make them warmer.

There was nothing left to do but watch and wait.



My girl stirred softly in her sleep. She wasn't conscious, but the danger had gone. Took me a good long while observing her before I believed the f*ck with the stethoscope.

“It's done, brother. The call went out on the streets an hour ago.” Lev leaned down to me while I perched at Sabrina's bedside. “We've got to move fast. You know how fast info travels down this bastard's pipeline and –“

“Let's go. I'll be back in time to see her wake up. That's a promise.”

My knees bent reluctantly. I didn't want to leave her there 'til I saw her eyes shining at me again and I heard her sweet voice. But we'd just put all our f*cking chips on the table to flush the rat out.

It was the only way. Daniel leaked a rumor to the media that we were all sick and dying in Chicago, both the notorious Ivankov brothers plus yours truly, target of the biggest manhunt in recent history.

We had to move our asses. The cops would raid all our properties in the city first, looking for a secret penthouse. I hoped that would keep them distracted while we went roaring after our target, the only f*ck who needed to hear the reports.

I knew he had. Gioulio Ligiotti would be all over that shit like a bee starved for honey. Hell, he was probably celebrating this second, not giving a shit that there was no word from his niece.

He used her – f*cking used her against me.

Little did he know the cannon was pointing his way now, and I'd only offer my woman the final shot. She was never, ever gonna find herself f*cked up in the crossfire again, and everybody who'd put her there was about to pay big.



My brothers looked freaked out by the time our black van parked near Gioulio's Chicago estate. Their nerves were f*cked, frayed, about to combust. Still, when the war went hot and bullets started flying, I knew I could count on them.

We were synchronized killers. We never let each other down. We never failed – not in any way that would get us killed.

Me? I was all ice. I couldn't imagine f*cking this up after the promise I'd made.