Pulling His Trigger (Ghost Riders MC #4)(5)

Vincent gets up from the bed and walks over to me. He cups my face. I’m in full meltdown mode, and I do not melt down.

“You ran to me this time,” he says, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of my head. My heart flutters. I did. I have a knack for running when I get scared. Ran from my home when I was young, ran from the pain of people I’d lost when I was in the service, ran from Vincent when I thought my world might crush his. This time, I ran to him. It was the first place I thought to go when it all started hitting me.

“Yeah, I did, because you’re going to be changing all those diapers. You’re the one who did this. It’s all your fault.” I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move an inch. He throws his head back and laughs, making me grit my teeth.

“I’m going to punch you right in the throat.”

“All right, let me make sure I’m clear on why I’m getting punched before you do it.”

I cock my head to the side, waiting to hear his excuse.

“Tell me, MacKenzie, why didn’t you go get the shot again? You’ve been on birth control for years.”

“I forgot! Sometimes I forget things.”

Vincent laughs again. “You haven’t forgotten a goddamn thing in your whole life, Mac,” he says. “Hell, I bet you could name the last twenty bets we’ve had and who won them.”

“Well that’s easy. I always win.” I smirk.

“Yeah, you do.” He leans down, kissing the smirk off my face, his hands going to my ass as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around him and lock my arms behind his head.

“You never forget. Why do you think you forgot this time?”

“’Cause I want it.” I feel my eyes start to water like I’m about to cry. I don’t cry. Not even when I killed my own father.

“There it is.” He lays me down on the bed and cages me in. I’d never let a man handle me like he does. I like to be in control, but with Vincent I don’t need it. In fact, I feel safe when he has it and I know nothing can touch me. He’d destroy anything that tried to touch me anyway.

“It’s your family,” I finally say. As much as his sisters can drive me freaking nuts, I love their crazy asses. Going over there for Sunday dinner is chaos, and I bitch about having to go every week, but the truth is, I love it over there. My brothers at the club are my family, but with Vincent’s family it's different. It’s sweet and filled with a love I’d never known, and they sucked me right in like I’ve always belonged with them.

I wanted more, and I knew Vincent wanted a family of his own. I wanted to give him that.

“Yeah, I know. They’re hard not to love,” he says, smiling down at me.

“I have no idea what I’m doing here. I have no idea how to be a mom. I guess I thought subconsciously if I just let it happen that I’d have to figure it out.”

“You’ve never failed at a thing in your life. I can promise you will not fail at this. Hell, if we have a little girl, I bet all the boys will be more scared to meet you than me.” Vincent’s teasing makes me smile. “Look at you with Violet. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on, but before you got here she was spinning, and you righted her. Gave her someone to talk to. You might think you can’t be motherly, but I’ve already seen you do it.”

“I love you,” I tell him.

He slides down my body, lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach. “Love you, too,” he mumbles against my skin. “Should I show Mommy my dirty little secret?” he says to my belly, making my eyebrows rise.

He pulls off the bed and goes over to his closet. He opens the door and pulls out a huge cardboard box. I get off the bed and walk over as he pulls the lid off.

The sight inside makes me laugh. It’s crammed full with so much baby crap.

“How long have you known?” I look over at him, and he’s got a giant smile on his face.

“Long before you.”





Chapter Five





Mac





I fought with Vincent for a total of five minutes, knew I wasn’t going to win, and gave in. He’d just follow me if I hadn’t. I could try and lose him, but that never seemed to work with him. He had a habit of popping up on me out of nowhere, so I knew it was best this way. I wouldn’t be shocked to find out that he’d somehow implanted me with a tracking device.

For a big motherf*cker, he can move just as quietly as I can. I’ve even joked about putting a bell on him a few times after he made me almost shit myself when he came out of nowhere. It almost got him a few black eyes. So I knew he’d be fine at my side for this. Sliding out of my truck, I grab my sniper and my night-vision goggles out from under the truck bench sitting them on the seat.

We’re in the flatlands of Kansas, with only one place to get in the sky. A f*cking water tower. Vincent comes to the other side of the truck to stand next to me, watching my every move like he always seems to do.

I go to sling the weapon to my back, but Vincent grabs it and takes it from me.

“I'll carry it.”

I just nod.

“If the ladder is back-caged too tight, I’ll have to take it. You and It won’t fit together.”

Vincent is a thick guy, and if the cage is as tight as I fear, there’s no way he’ll fit.