“We’ll give them a little bit to get that taken care of,” Dragon mumbles. “They know where the hotel is, let’s get some rest before tomorrow morning.”
We leave Mamba and Gator behind and head a few miles down the road to a motel. We’re all staying four men to a room, since it’s only going to be for tonight. We’ve all been staying together on the road anyway, it doesn’t fucking matter. We’re here for a job, not comfort.
I have to admit that I like this trip. I’ve been able to be near my brothers and although they aren’t all completely over what I’ve done or forgiven me, they are warming up to me again. I realize that in my years of selfishness and self-hatred, I’ve been neglecting relationships of all types, including brotherhood and friendship.
We arrive back at the motel and I sink down on the edge of the bed, kicking off my boots and stretching out with a groan. Lifting my arms, I lace my fingers together behind my head and close my eyes.
Rest. I’m going to rest for just a few moments. Not that I’ve done any laborious activities today, but my mind has been fucking racing for goddamn days and I’m exhausted. It doesn’t take long before I fall asleep to the sound of the men talking all around me in low tones.
They’re planning.
I don’t have a say in any of the plans and I know if they need to ask me something about the Punchers and the way they operate, they will without hesitation. They don’t and I end up passing out completely.
I’m not sure what time Mamba and Gator make their way back to the group or what happened with the waitress and them, but when I wake up, I look over to their side of the room and blink a few times, wondering if what I’m seeing is actually happening.
It’s them, and the waitress. They’re tangled in each other’s arms and naked. The girl looked young at the restaurant, I thought she might be underage, but I also know Mamba and Gator would never be here with her if she was.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I quietly stand and slip out of the room, leaving the door ajar so that I can go back inside when I’m ready to sleep again.
“You okay?” a voice murmurs from beside me.
Turning my head, I grin over to Wolfe who is standing a few feet away, a cigarette in hand. “I’m good.”
I am, too.
I feel better than I have in years.
“I’m ready to end this shit and move on from the past,” I say, keeping my voice down.
Wolfe nods his head a few times. “Yeah, I could see that. Also see that you got something worth keeping now, glad you found that, even if she’s really fucking young.”
My lips twitch. “Works for me, I was really fucking immature for a long time. We’re probably on the same level at this point.”
Wolfe bursts out laughing, his shoulders shake and he shakes his head as he looks down at the cement. “Aren’t we all, though?” he asks once his laughter has died.
“Yeah,” I admit. “We are.”
“Glad you got your head out of your ass. Would have fuckin’ hated to lose you, brother.”
There’s that word again.
Brother.
Chapter Twenty-Six
PAMELA
Pregnant.
I think about that word for days.
The thoughts of Pinkie being my mother completely leave my head. I can only think of one thing and one thing only—a baby—my baby.
I’m not ready, but at the same time, I’m excited. I shouldn’t be. I don’t have anything at all. No money, no job, no education—nothing. I can’t offer a baby anything except love. Even then, I’m not sure I know about love.
Not like that.
I’ve never been loved before. I’m not sure I know how to do it myself. I know that I feel something for Dylan and it’s huge, I’m just not so sure it’s love and not lust. I don’t know the difference, I’ve never experienced either.
“You okay?”
Tilting my head back, I look up and into the eyes of Trista. I don’t know her very well, but she’s been around pretty often since she just lives a few feet away with her man, Taz. I lick my lips, then smile up at her.
“I’m good,” I lie.
She places her hand on her swollen belly, then sits down with a heavy sigh. “This baby keeps getting bigger and bigger,” she groans.
“Are you scared?” I ask, my eyes flicking down to her stomach, then lifting back up to meet hers.
There’s a long moment of silence. She watches me, then tilts her head to the side. “Terrified,” she says, then she leans forward and her eyes widen as a smile curves up on her lips. “But I’m so excited, too.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and let out an exhale as I look over to the bar. My hands are on the table and I feel Trista take my hands in hers. Shifting my gaze back to hers, I can’t stop my eyes from watering and my heart from racing.
“Oh God,” Trista breathes. “You’re pregnant.”
She says the word pregnant on a hiss. I haven’t told anyone, not even Pinkie and Della. I took the test alone and haven’t told a soul. I wanted to wait until Dylan came back, but the way my heart has been racing for days, I can’t hold it in.
“Yes, I am.”
Her eyes widen and I smile because she kind of looks like a cartoon character, she’s so animated. The tears in my eyes disappear and I smile before I let out a laugh. Pressing my lips together, I shake my head.
“I’m crazy,” I say.
“You aren’t, but you are young.”
Nodding, I can’t help but agree with her. I am young. Too young, but I’m not the first
