“Fine,” I grind out.
“Coffee and donuts downstairs, went to town and picked them up earlier. Trista was in a mood.”
Without another word, he turns around and walks out of the room. I don’t bother putting on a bra or pants, but I do slip my feet into my sandals and throw my hair up in a messy bun before I make my way down to donuts, because stuffing my face with something sweet like that sounds a hell of a lot better than sitting in my room crying like a bitch.
I’m not surprised to see that the clubhouse is still overly full of men. Trista is sitting at our table, a small pink box in front of her and two paper coffee cups. I hurry over to her, past the groups of people who are watching me, again.
Sinking down in the chair across from her, I let out a sigh. “Taz got plain glazed for everyone, but he got chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and sprinkles for us, plus maple bars.”
My eyes widen as she opens the box and four delicious donuts stare back at me, and a dozen donut holes.
“That man is a saint, he’s officially won me over,” I exclaim, reaching for a chocolate.
That first bite of the chocolate sprinkle piece of heaven, it’s too much, too good, too perfect. I moan as my eyes roll in the back of my head and Trista laughs, then she does the same.
“You know that shit tastes better when you’re pregnant, do not ask me how.”
Opening my eyes, I try not to show the sadness of her words on my face. It doesn’t work though, she cringes and opens her mouth to say something, but I shake my head. This is her moment of happiness and I’m not going to be a buzzkill.
“When do you get to find out the sex and all of that?” I ask.
She looks down at her donut, then back up at me. “About ten more weeks. I can’t wait. Taz says he doesn’t care, but I really want a boy first.”
“Why?” I ask. I’m genuinely curious.
Her lips curve up into an even bigger smile. “I want a mini-Taz. Wouldn’t that be so sweet?”
She’s gone. Totally and completely smitten, and I love it. Then I imagine what a mini-Hawk would look like. A little baby badass Orson. That’s what I want and what I’ll never have. Even when we get him back, babies are not in our future and that breaks my heart.
I want everything with him. Every single thing.
I love the asshole.
Chapter Twenty-Two
AVAH
After donuts and coffee, after dressing and attempting to brush my ratty-assed hair, I put one of Hawk’s black T-shirts back on, tying it at the waist and slipping a pair of black leggings on. I make my way to the bar and wonder how long I’ll have to be stuck inside of this place before there is some kind of plan.
Dragon is standing in the middle of the room, his head tipped down as he talks on his phone, and I start to walk over to him when a woman reaches out to me. She wraps her hand around my forearm and stops me.
Spinning around, I blink at the sight of her. She’s a gorgeous black-haired woman, she actually looks a lot like me and it startles me. Her lips curve up into a small smile as she gives me a small nod.
“I wanted to introduce myself. We haven’t met yet,” she offers. “I’m Dragon’s wife, Bellarosa.”
Looking behind me at the grumpy asshole himself, I’m shocked that this petite, soft-spoken creature is his. “I’m Avah,” I exhale.
She laughs softly. “I know. I just wanted to say, I understand you. I was you.”
Frowning, I shift my gaze to the side, then bring it back to meet hers. “You were me?” I ask.
“I was a call girl in New York before I came here. If you need to talk about anything, please, just let me know. I’m here.”
Gulping down the huge lump in my throat, I nod my head a couple of times. “Okay,” I whisper.
“The adjustment can be hard, but it’s worth it.”
I don’t tell her that I’ve been living on my own and out of the life for months now, because I don’t know if you are ever truly out of it, I think it’s something that just lingers in the back of your mind forever.
“Thank you,” I breathe. “I appreciate it.”
She gives me a kind smile just as someone approaches. The man approaches her side and slides his arm around her shoulders. Shifting my head, I look up at him and realize that it’s Dragon. I was kind of lost in what she said, I didn’t realize it was even him until I really looked.
“That was Worm. He’s holed up in his place, working on this shit. He said that there is no way we can get in or hack into the security system. This poses an issue. Without eyes on them, we’re kind of fucked.”
“What happens now?” I ask.
My entire body is trembling. I’m nervous, I want to go and get him right now. I want to sacrifice myself, because to be honest when this is all done and I leave here, I’m not going to have much of a life anyway. Hawk is my life—Orson is my life.
He opens his mouth when his phone rings. He digs the device out of his pocket and looks down, frowning at the sight. His thumb hesitantly slides across the screen and my heart skips a beat as he puts it up to his ear, because I know in my gut that this is it—this is the call.
“Dragon,” he answers.
There is a long moment of silence, his frown continues to deepen, his stance widens and his chest puffs out and I know, I
