Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Send the address to my phone. Can you get all her paperwork filled out before she gets there?”
“Sure. Everything’s electronic now.”
“List me as her…” I winced. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. “Husband.”
“Duuuude…”
“Just do it! Then file the appropriate paperwork to make it a reality.”
“Sting’ll kill you, Cyrus. Literally. Then me, just for being involved.”
“Only if she insists on a divorce. She won’t.”
“You’re playing with fire, Cyrus. I like it.” Fucker had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face in the history of the world. “What’s your plan? Wait. You didn’t knock her up, did you?”
“No, dumb shit. I didn’t. But this is the only way to get her to let me help her.”
“You know, you could just ask.”
“And give her the chance of saying no? Not bloody likely.”
“Well, if Sting doesn’t kill you, I have a feeling Blade will. From what I hear, he didn’t come by his name because he’s a doctor. Since this is his kid sister, he’s gonna have a helluva lot to say about this.”
“Fully aware. It’s a permanent situation.”
“Still think you need to talk to Sting about this. He’s gonna be pissed as hell.”
“This ain’t his choice,” I snapped. “It’s mine.”
Wylde raised his eyebrows. “It’s hers too, man.”
“You leave that to me.”
The bastard grinned brightly. “Knew you had a thing for her.”
“I met her twice, Wylde. There’s no way you can figure I have a thing for her.”
“Bless your heart.” He chuckled, shaking his head like he thought I was simple minded. “You forget I’m the motherfucking tech guy. You were more than a little preoccupied, so I did some snooping.”
“Wylde. Imma throw you a beatin’ like you ain’t ever had.”
“Don’t blame me. Everyone else was worried too.” The fucker continued to grin like an ape. “Your searches and browsing history tell me you’re using this as an excuse to take that girl for your own. She feel the same?”
I shrugged. “She ran straight to me, didn’t she?”
“I remember me being the one who dragged you to that bar last night. Not the other way around. You found her there. She didn’t find you.”
“How the fuck are you even upright? As drunk as you were last night, you should be holed up in a dark room, puking every other breath.”
“What can I say? I’m resilient like that. Now. Your girl. I’ll list you as her husband on her medical form, but I’m not actually filing a marriage certificate. Not until I get the go ahead from Sting.”
“Wylde --”
“Sorry, brother.” He grinned. “I value my life. And it ain’t Sting I’m afraid of. Blade is a scary-ass motherfucker, and I want Sting as a buffer between me and him if I marry his baby sister off to a man in a club that doesn’t allow divorce on pain of death.” The meaning of his words was grave, but he still had that shit-eating grin on his face. “In the meantime, go get your girl. Find out what the fuck’s goin’ on.”
“Not a word about this, Wylde. You do and I’ll get Giovanni Romano to delete your Fortnite account.”
Instantly, the man sobered, his face hardening like I’d just told him I’d kill his dog. “You do and I’ll hurt you worse.”
“Then keep your trap shut.” I hung up on him before climbing on my bike and taking off. I had a runaway bride to track down. For some strange reason, imagining her reaction to having me listed on her medical form as husband had one corner of my lips raising.
Strange.
Chapter Four
Odette
“No paperwork?” That was odd. “But I’ve never been here before.”
The lady behind the desk shrugged. “Apparently, they got enough from you when you scheduled your appointment.” She smiled kindly. “Just have a seat. It won’t be but a moment.”
I shook my head, but wandered off to sit. I had two positive home pregnancy tests, but this would tell the whole story. I knew I needed to question the paperwork more thoroughly, but I was so nervous I couldn’t think. If they said it was good, it was good. I’d given my information so quickly when I made the appointment, maybe they did have everything they needed.
As I sat in the corner, I jogged my leg and bit my thumbnail. What was I going to do if this was real? Surely it had been a test malfunction. A false reading. But on two different tests? From different manufacturers? When I’d gotten the first positive test, I’d bought another test of a different brand. Same result.
“Miss Muse?”
My head shot up, my gaze finding the nurse standing at the open door leading from the lobby to the exam rooms.
“That’s me,” I muttered, giving her a tentative smile.
She took me back to the nurses’ station, weighed me, took my blood pressure, and had me pee in a cup. Once she put me in an exam room, she did a quick history and asked about my reason for seeing the doctor.