Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Good.” I shuffle farther down on the sofa. “Now, can you please at least go to your room? I kinda wanna fuck my wife when she wakes up.”
“Actually, do that!” Tate says, slipping out from beneath Madison’s legs. “I’ve heard it brings on labor.” We can jump over the fact she has her own fucking room in this house.
I wait until Tate has disappeared upstairs when I finally grab my phone off the kitchen counter and hit dial on a certain Gentlemen’s number.
He answers on the fifth ring. “Hayes, to what do I owe this displeasure?”
“Heard congratulations are in order.” I slide out a stool from beneath the kitchen island. “Not every day you give birth to a little girl.”
Silence.
A door closes in the background before he finally answers. “Fucker, what the fuck do you want?”
“Tsk, tsk…” I smirk, running the palm of my hand over my abs. “Touchy, touchy. Look, you’re going to need to get your crew in line before I do it for you, and trust me, you’ll want me doing it and not my old man.”
“What makes you think we have an issue here?”
I chuckle, running my finger over my upper lip.
“Right…” he answers with a heavy sigh. The thing with The Gentlemen, is they’re rebellious by nature. They hated The Elite Kings, and Danny’s family created that hatred. I believe Danny is better than his ancestors, but I also know that has a lot to do with his woman and less to do with who he is as a person. He loves her more than anything and fought to get her. He fought hard. It makes sense.
“I’ll handle it. It’s an in-house issue, so I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I can respect that.” I stand and make my way to the sink, looking out through the windows. “Madison isn’t far off, and let me tell you, if a war erupts while I’m raising my family, Danny, I will fucking kill you all. All of your men, your children, your wives. You will think Hector ‘The Mad King’ Hayes is more like a soft prince if you ever come near my family—and I mean my entire family. Comprende?”
He grunts, “Yeah, we agreed no one touches the families.”
“No one touches the families.” I turn and lean against the marble counter. “Your kid might want to come to Riverside when it comes to schooling. We all know the grass is gold on this side.”
“Fuck you,” he spits, and I have to choke back my laugh. Danny Dale is the great-great-grandson of one of the most despised men known to not just the streets, but to the suits. My grandfather put a blade into one of his eyeballs when they were in their late twenties because he disrespected my grandmother—who was Italian by birth.
“What’s your girl’s name, Danny boy?”
AFTER THE PHONE CALL WITH Danny and three fingers of whiskey, I make my way up the grand staircase and then farther to the master stairs. I made sure to send a text to my psycho father so that he knows I’ve dealt with Danny. The last thing I need is him going homicidal in his old age, whacking Danny and enticing a century-long war. The Gentlemen are something now. They have chapters up and down the border and across the fucking Pacific Ocean. They don’t own the streets, because we do—but they definitely play a part in running them.
Suits, on the other hand… well…
Slipping beneath the cotton sheets, I slide my arm under Madison’s pillow and pull her closer into me, burying my nose into her thick mane of hair. It’s gotten thicker since she’s been pregnant, and I fucking love it. More to grab on to.
She wiggles against me, her ass hitting my dick. “You know what can entice labor.”
I sink my teeth into the curve of her shoulder, running my palm down her back. “Yeah, I do.”
She chuckles, just as I slide my hand up her inner thigh, raising her leg up to reach beneath. I slip one finger inside of her and she groans, tilting her head to the side.
She tenses around my finger and I inch up higher to see over her shoulder just as warm liquid spills down my finger and onto the palm of my hand.
She grumbles, “You are fucking kidding me!”
“Wait! Did your fucking water just break?” I keep my finger inside of her because not even that would stop me right now.
She turns over onto her back, her eyes coming to mine. “Looks like it. You ready to be a daddy?”
“Shit…” I shove the blankets off my body, searching around the room to find the bag we packed a couple months ago. We spent an hour packing that fucking thing and an hour arguing what to put in it. I managed to slip a flask inside.