I almost feel bad knowing that she hadn’t eaten anything throughout the day. I doubt she ate this morning before leaving the house, and then that damn snake got her.
I’m an ass for not thinking about it sooner.
“Thank you for bringing me food. I wasn’t looking forward to eating whatever they brought me.”
“The Jello is always pretty good.”
Della scrunches up her nose, making me laugh.
“Not a fan of Jello?”
“Ugh, that’s a hard no,” she grumbles and finishes off her sandwich. “Thanks again. It was really good.”
“Not a problem.”
Della nods, sets her container to the side, and reaches for her phone. She glances at her screen, narrows her eyes, shakes her head, and flips the phone, screen-side down, onto the bed. A part of me wants to ask her what that was about, but I don’t, it’s not my place. Honestly, I shouldn’t have even been wanting to ask her period. It’s not my business. I shouldn’t give a shit.
What the hell is it about this woman that gets under my skin?
My phone vibrates, and I take it out to find Lucifer calling. I answer it and lift my phone to my ear, “What’s up, Prez?”
“Got a situation here at the clubhouse,” he states, “Need you here to handle it.” From the sound of his voice, whatever he’s got to share, he’s not happy about it.
“I’m at the hospital with Della right now. I’ll leave in a minute and head there,” I tell him, already getting out of my seat.
From the sound of it, Lucifer is walking away before he asks, “You went back to the hospital?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there soon.” The hospital was only about a fifteen-minute drive from the clubhouse. I hang up and shove my phone back in my pocket before looking to Della. “Sorry, I gotta get to the clubhouse.”
Della doesn’t say anything at first but nods.
“Call me when they release you, and I’ll take you back to the ranch.”
“You don’t have to do that. I can get a ride back to the ranch myself,” she mutters softly.
“I don’t have time to argue with you about this.” I sigh and head for the door. “Do what you need to.”
I don’t want to leave her, but my club comes first. Always. They’re my family. I can’t think of Della right now. She’s the last thing that needs to be on my mind.
“What’s going on?” I demand, finding Lucifer standing at the bar waiting for me.
“My office,” he grunts and heads in that direction without telling me. “I came out here to wait for you. Left Tormentor and Phantom in there with our guest.”
“Guest?” Who the fuck is he talking about?
I follow him, noting he doesn’t answer me.
At the office door, he grunts and opens it, stepping inside with me right behind him.
The minute I do, I recognize the woman right off.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Marcy?” I demand. I hadn’t seen her in months. We kicked her out of the clubhouse after finding out she’d been hurting the other saddle bunnies we have here.
“I’m pregnant,” she says, not worrying about looking away from me as I close the door. “It’s yours.”
“Bullshit,” I snarl, not believing her for a minute.
“It’s true.” Marcy pulls something out of her back pocket, and it’s then I notice the slight roundness of her stomach. She holds out the sonogram for me to see. “See, I’m four and a half months along.”
