Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(51)

“Fuck yes,” Blaine said.

“Okay,” the woman said, laughing.

She clicked a few buttons and there it was… the scrambling sound of a heartbeat. A racing heartbeat.

Jessa watched Blaine’s face.

His hand slowly slid away from the woman’s arm. He then reached across his own body and grabbed for Jessa’s hand. He took her hand and he squeezed it. The room was silent except for their baby’s heartbeat.

Jessa looked at the woman and smirked.

He’s mine, bitch.

The ultrasound person didn’t look at Jessa again.

Blaine didn’t look at the woman either.

Everything was perfectly fine.

Except Blaine.

He took one of the ultrasound pictures and just leaned against the wall, staring at it.

“Blaine?” Jessa asked.

He looked at her. “Hey. Nate is going to drive you back to the clubhouse. I have something to do.”

“What are you talking about?”

Blaine folded up the picture and tucked it into his pocket. He leaned down and kissed Jessa.

“Blaine, you’re scaring me.”

“No,” Blaine whispered. “Don’t worry about a thing. Take care of my baby.” His hand spread across her stomach.

“Don’t leave,” Jessa said. “Hey. We can have sex right here. Right now.”

“Look at what I’ve done,” Blaine said. “You’re a little wild thing now.”

“I’ll be a big wild thing soon. Then you’ll really be interested in the ultrasound woman.”

“Sweetheart, look at me. I have to go. Go with Nate back to the clubhouse, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“Promise?”

“I don’t do that shit.”

“So each time you go could be forever?”

“Just like the rest of the world.”

“Why are you so stubborn and sexy at the same time?”

“I ask the same thing each time I look in the mirror,” Blaine said. He kissed Jessa again. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Blaine hurried to the door.

Jessa yelled, “For what?”

Blaine looked back. “For taking care of my baby. It’s the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me. I love you for that.”





twenty-six.



“We’ll come in behind you,” Miller said. “Make it look…”

“Let me talk to him,” Blaine said. “Let me do it. Okay?”

“Blaine,” Gaige said.

“I’m asking. Just let me do this.”

Miller nodded. “Okay. We’re outside. Three minutes, Blaine.”

“Thank you, brothers. Keep your eyes open in case company shows.”

Blaine went to the side door of the old house. It was a ranch style home, long and narrow. Petey kept the first floor looking like a normal house would look. Well, besides updating the house though. It looked like a shrine to thirty years prior and what was popular out of a catalog. His wife died of a heart attack in her forties and Petey moved on.

When Petey answered the door, he looked unkempt. His eyes were bloodshot. His facial hair grown out and messy. He looked like he had been kidnapped for years and just returned home.

“You look like shit,” Blaine said.

“So do you in that leather cut.”

“Are you going to invite me in?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Inside, the two stood there, nodding. They finally caved and gave each other a hug.

“You know, I never got the chance to say I’m sorry to you,” Petey said. “For what happened.”

“Sorry could never bring them back.”

“I know. That’s the worst, right? All these people f*cking telling you these f*cking things you don’t care about.”

“That was years ago,” Blaine said. “I’m not here to grieve.”

“You know, I have to be bold and ask, what the f*ck are you doing here? I’m a cop. You’re an outlaw. I have a badge. You have a leather cut.”

“You told me Vin was dead, Petey. Said he got hit on the street.”

Petey tensed up. He took a step back. “Yeah, I did. I got, uh, some bad information.”

“Who told you?”

“Friend of a friend,” Petey said. “Vin came out and ruffled a lot of feathers. Old to new. Pushing hard at everyone.”

“What about you? Did he push you?”

Petey laughed. “Look at me. What do I have to lose?”

Blaine nodded. On the surface it looked like Petey had nothing to lose. But he did. He had been pushed around and forced out of promotions and raises for years. Because he was a loser drunk. He had been in plenty of trouble after his wife passed and a guy like Petey was the type who would try and take the world down with him when he went. Not to mention if Vin was giving him hard cash. Petey could go lose himself one last time before calling it a life.

“Good point,” Blaine said. “I need to know who told you that. It’s causing me a lot of heat.”

“With the other outlaws?”

Blaine grinned. “You never understood it, did you?”

“You want to play cowboys, Blaine, go ahead. Ride motorcycles and drink whiskey. Whatever. That’s your business now. You used to care about the law.”