“Fucking beautiful,” he chokes, his tears falling, breaking me some more. “He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they are bright green like yours and Cole’s. He has some black tuft of hair, and he is fucking tiny but so goddamn perfect, pixie,” he explains, full of emotion, and he presses my hand against his lips again.
“I want to see him,” I whisper, hoping he’ll take me despite what Tank says, but the way his light brown eyes dim, I know he won’t.
“You can’t leave the bed, baby,” he says quietly, and I look away from him, not wanting him to see my disappointment, my pain and he sighs before I hear some rustling.
“Brother?” I hear Ice say, and I look back at Ty and furrow my brows to see he’s on FaceTime.
“Ash is awake, and she wants to see him,” Ty says, turning his phone to show me the screen just as Ice points his camera at an incubator, and I gasp.
Tyson, he’s so tiny…
“Pixie, I want you to meet our youngest son, Tyson Cole,” Ty whispers, and my tears fall as Ice presses his phone right up against the glass and I notice the black tuft of hair.
“He’s perfect,” I choke, and Ty murmurs, “He is…”
His little head moves despite the wires, and my tears fall as I admit, “Nat was in on it,” and I feel Ty’s head snap my way.
How could she plan something like that when she saw my stomach, when she saw I was pregnant with this little miracle?
“What do you mean, Ash?” Ice asks, but keeps the camera on my son.
“The rape, Talen, or whatever his name is, showing up at the store. His boss wanted her, but instead she, with the help of Virginia, sold me to them, even knowing I was pregnant both times. She said it was her or me, and she chose me, not caring about the repercussions.” I admit, not taking my eyes off my baby.
“Ice,” Ty growls.
“Your dad is now on it, he’s with me, Dirty will find her whereabouts,” Ice confirms, and I look at Ty to see his eyes already on me.
“Michael Nations, that is his real name and he’s currently in our torture shack waiting for me and Natalie will be joining him,” he says fiercely and I swallow hard but nod.
I’ve always known who Tyler was, who the club is, and what they do, but I never felt scared. Even now, I don’t feel afraid because I know, physically, none of them would ever hurt me.
I look back at the screen as Ty grips my hand, which he has refused to let go of and I take in my son’s features knowing I need to get inside that room and start thinking about what I’mgoing to do living wise because I can’t stay on club property, I can’t stay with Ty.
Emotionally, the club and Tyler have destroyed me. Even though we have another baby, we’re both broken and we’re not fixable. As much as I love him, I don’t see a way back.
We’re just too far gone.
Chapter 26
Trigger
My jaw ticks as I eye the fucker chained to the chair in the middle of the torture shack, his head hanging low.
Ash has been awake for five hours, and as far as I’m concerned, five hours is a lot longer than I want for him to share the same fucking air as her.
My dad is standing beside me, Doc on the other side, while Ace and Dirty stand behind Michael Nations, thirty-two, an orphan brought up by his uncle, Stanley Quail, the leader of the Pillars, a sick group that peddles flesh, mainly women, girls, and boys who fight back.
Now, normally Tank would be here, but he’s decided to basically live at the hospital while my wife is there. So Ace is standing in his place, Stone standing off to the side with Anchor, no one making a move knowing this fucker is mine.
He raped my wife, caused her to miscarry, lied and dated her, ready to fucking kidnap her. Our marriage was the only thing stopping him, or so Dirty had found out after hacking into the scumbag's phone, which included several messages between him and the woman who had claimed to be my wife’s friend.
Even though Nat chose herself over my pregnant wifetwice, she still fucked the jackass, and she liked it so much she kept going back and even worse, helped the fucker rape nine women behind the store after my wife, five of them disappearing.
As soon as I’m done with this fucker, I’m going after her, then going back to the hospital where Mama and Cole now are with Ash and Tyson.
“Wake him up, Ace,” Doc commands, taking charge as the President.
I cross my arms over my chest as Ace grabs the bucket full of salty water then without hesitation, he pours it over the fuckers head causing him to gasp in pain as his bloodied face lifts up, his body tenses as he tries to move.
