Corrupted Chaos (Tarnished Empire)(100)

I think all our jaws were on the floor at how easily Mr. Hardy accepted me.

“We also need Bug back, Mr. Hardy. The cat’s hers.” I figured I’d drop all the bombs at once.

He actually hesitated with that. “Fine, but I want visitation hours then,” He grumbled before he meandered away, probably to go cuddle the cat before we took him home.

“Dad’s lost his marbles,” Dom murmured.

“Fuck me,” Declan groaned. Then his brow furrowed when his phone went off and he looked at the screen. “Oh no. She’s not.”

He stomped away as he punched buttons on the cell like they were the enemy. It seemed the man had some issues to deal with of his own as he bellowed once someone picked up his call, “You’re not going to his place. If you do, you can bet your ass, I’ll come get you to drag you out of there myself.”

Dom and I glanced at one another before we heard him whisper with fury, “Babe, I swear to God, I’m not playing.”

A second later, he held his phone out to see whoever was on the other side of the call had hung up on him. “Fuck,” he grumbled.

Dom looked him up and down as he walked back up to us. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“She never listens.” He glanced at me and slapped that glare on his face that he thought would drum up fear. “I need your jet.”

“What?” I squinted at him. Was he kidding?

He combed a hand through his dark hair and I saw the crazy sort of love a man has in his eyes right before he walks off the edge of sane to fall over the cliff into insanity. He didn’t know it yet, but he was about to find that the woman he was going after already owned him. “I need to get somewhere quick. So, you’re loaning it to me. Or I’m beating your ass for hooking up with my sister.”

“You think I can’t take you?” I challenged.

Of course, Dom stepped up to his brother’s side. “You really want Izzy coming outside to see us all wrestling?”

I guess I couldn’t kill her brothers. “Fine. You can have the jet for a day.”

“I’ll take the jet for as long as I need it. And, Cade, you hurt her, and I don’t care who you are, I’ll kill you.” Declan stared me down, no fear in his eyes at all.

“You seem to think I wouldn’t kill myself for that very reason? If I’ve hurt her, I’m already dead inside, you get me?”

His jaw worked up and down, up and down. “I got you.”

Izzy bounced out of the house with her niece on her hip. “Are you guys coming to eat? We’re hungry!” She snuggled into the little girl’s face. “Aren’t we?”

Them giggling together as we walked back inside had me murmuring next to her, “Careful. You’ll make me want something I never thought I would.”

She narrowed her eyes like she didn’t understand.

Later that night, when we got home, she would finally get it.

“Cade.” She came out of the bathroom in just a towel, wringing her hair with another one as she studied me. “Have you seen my birth control?”

“I have,” I admitted, looking over an email from the Pentagon.

“Can you tell me where?” she asked in a condescending tone.

I pushed my glasses up on my nose but didn’t look up as I said, “I saw them in the toilet right before I flushed them.”

“You what?” she screeched. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong is you made me want to have a baby at your family’s. So we’re having one.”

“I’m not having a freaking baby with you.” She waited a beat. “Are you insane? Stop working and look at me.”

I set my laptop to the side of the bed and gave her my full attention. “I’m not insane, dollface. I’m in love. So fucking in love with you that I want to make copies of you mixed with me and see if we can duplicate our coding in a way that doesn’t have as many problems as we do.”

“We’re not even married. And we’ve been together for not even—”

“For long enough.” I got out of the bed to walk up to her and pull her hips close to mine. She whimpered at my hard cock against her stomach. “Want me to fuck you bare to remind you how good it’ll feel every time I try to fill you up with my baby?”

“Jesus, Cade.” Her hazel eyes squeezed shut before she stepped back and said, “I need to show you something.”

Right then, after I’d told her I wanted her to have my babies? She wanted to show me something?

She hurried out of the room and I readjusted my pants. The woman was going to make me work for this proposal, I guess.

When she returned, she had a piece of paper in her hand. “Remember when you told me to rewrite Vincent’s letter?”

I cracked my knuckles and tried not to imagine Izzy broken, how he’d done that, how a man I’d never met took advantage of her love and then left her in ruin to pick up the pieces.

It hadn’t been my place to pass judgment on him but I still felt the anger for her then as much as I did now. “I remember and I remember thinking a few choice things about him too.”

She scoffed. “You’d think that about anyone who slept with me.”

“Damn right I would.” I pulled her close so I could at least hold her while she confessed whatever she was about to, my hand rubbing her back and trying to provide what support I could now for a tragedy she’d experienced on her own before.