The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)(60)

“You are going to be a great father, Shadow,” Bobby whispers. My eyes snap from my gun to his face. “Going to be a spitfire like his or her momma, and a fighter like you,” he says with a smile. I can’t help the smile that creeps across my own face at the thought of a little girl who looks just like Dani.

This is going to be okay. Dani and I will be okay. Having a child with Dani is just more of Dani, something I’ll never get enough of. I need to go find her and see where her head is at with all this. I sit up and grab my pistol from the table, placing it in my holster. I smirk at Bobby and laugh.

“Dani is mine and that baby is mine, regardless of my corrupted DNA,” I say to myself rather than Bobby as I stand.

Bobby’s mouth parts with surprise then grins wide.

“So, are we good about before,” he asks rising.

“Of course,” I respond with a grin. “Having someone else beat the shit out of you for me, was much easier.”

I push the doors open and am greeted with a drunk Candy. She slides her hand up my chest and twirls a lock of my hair.

“Hey, so I hear you are single again, baby,” she coos, smacking gum in her mouth.

“Not even close,” I say, trying to escape her trashy bubblegum smell.

She slides her hand over my crotch and squeezes.

“I heard you and Dani are over,” she slurs.

I grab her by the hair hard and pull it back, making her face me. “Dani could burn this club to the ground, and I still wouldn’t let you back in my bed,” I clarify carefully.

“You gotta be kidding me!”

I look over Candy’s shoulder and see a fuming Dani. I unlace my hand from Candy’s hair and push her away from me. Fucking great.

Dani stomps toward Candy and me, her face red with anger. She’s going to kill Candy if I don’t stop her.

“Dani!” I yell, trying to catch her attention, but she doesn’t slow down. I knock Candy out of the way and grab Dani by the waist, tightening my grip as I haul her down the hall.

“Candy, get your trashy ass out of my club!” Bull yells.

I push the bedroom door open and shove a hostile Dani in. “You are pregnant; you can’t be doing that shit anymore,” I say, pointing toward her midsection.

“What do you care?” she mocks, cocking her head to the side. Her eyebrow holds stitches and she has a bruise on her cheek. Even under all the physical pain, she is still glowing. She’s pissed I left her at the hospital, and I don’t blame her.

“I needed to figure some things out,” I justify.

“Right,” she mouths.

“Why are you here?” I ask, trying not to sound like a prick but failing miserably.

She whips her head around to face me. “My dad wants me to stay here.” She brings her hand up and plays with her bottom lip; she’s nervous.

“I’m keeping the baby,” she whispers.

I walk to her, the sight of her hurting worse than anything I’m experiencing. I grab the nape of her neck roughly, making her suck in a breath of surprise.

I lift her chin so she’s forced to look at me. I lean lower and give her bottom lip a tender kiss. “I wouldn’t let you choose any other way,” I declare, my eyes staring at hers intently. I feel her mouth tremble against mine as tears begin to cascade down her flushed cheeks. The muffled lyrics from “Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones pounds against the wall from the party.

I rub my rough thumb across her delicate cheek, wiping away her tears; the last thing I want is to see her cry. I grab her wrist and peck gentle kisses on the tender flesh, my eyes never leaving hers. I trail my fingers with my other hand down her broken arm, the pads of my fingertips scratching against the pink cast when it makes contact. I can’t help but feel the fire burn deep inside at the thought of her being hurt. I’ll kill whoever did this to her.

She grabs both sides of my face and starts kissing my jawline, her caring kisses making my desire for her soar. I kiss her pink lips as I walk her backwards to the bed.

“Dani, you’re mine. That hasn’t changed and it never will. It just scares the hell out of me that I’m going to have to share your company,” I whisper, trailing my finger down her abdomen. “But if you think I was controlling before, you haven’t seen shit yet. You are going to start eating and resting more.”

“Make love to me, Shadow,” she whispers. I want to make love to Dani; I don’t do it often enough. I can’t help it, though, because when Dani touches me, she releases an animalistic energy from me. I want to claim her ass with my handprint, leave my mark on her shoulder with my teeth, and make her legs tremble after I’m done with her. She kisses my lips and gently sucks the bottom one into her mouth. I growl in response and grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it upward slowly. She raises her arms as I pull it off, revealing her perky breasts. I smirk; she’s not wearing a bra. Being around this club has made her wild, I love it.

I lean down and engulf her breast in my mouth, she arches her back in response and entwines her fingers into my hair. Her sweet nipple erects against my tongue, making my dick pulse with excitement. I cup the small of her back and lower her body on the unmade bed as she slides her hands down her torso and undoes her shorts, pulling them off. I suck in a breath at the sight of her bandaged knees; again, I’ll murder whoever did this to her. I shrug out of my cut, pull my shirt over my head, and kick off my boots. I pull my loose jeans down with my black briefs, my cock so hard and angry it looks purple. I want nothing more than to take her roughly, but tonight I’m going to make love to Dani. I’m going to show her that depraved rush she brings out of me when she denies me, that corruption of unclarity when she acts like she doesn’t need me.