“Jesus, Angel. Calm down! Stop screaming.” I tell her. She’s been screaming like a wild woman for the past twenty minutes, waking up everyone in the club. Trick’s standing in here shaking his head like that’s going to solve the damn problem.

“Need me to run out and get some chloroform?” He wisecracks. I roll my eyes, but I’d lie if I said the thought didn’t cross my mind.

“Let me go!” She hollers, throwing her hands up in the air as much as she’s able. “Let me out of this shit! I’m not a damn animal, there’s no need to tie me up like one!”

“I call bullshit.” Trick grumbles in response. I turn my head back to look at him, but before I can even ask what the hell he’s thinking, Angel does it for me.

She gives him a look that should incinerate him right on the spot. “Excuse me, old man?”

“I said I’m callin’ bullshit little girl. Everything about you is animal, and a rabid one at that. Probably why your ass is always stuck with a needle in your arm.”

“Fuck you.” She sneers.

“You’re gonna be begging for that soon enough, darlin’.”

I roll my eyes and want to vomit at the same time. Trick is obviously flirting with my sister. I don’t know what I’m more shocked about, that he actually is showing an interest in her, or the fact that he’s flirting with her while she’s going through withdrawal.

“The hell I will. Why would I want soggy old man dick? What are you, four hundred?”

I laugh. I can’t help it, but it comes barreling out of me. These two are fighting like cats and dogs and the only thing it’s doing is giving me a show. On the plus side of things, at least Angel isn’t screaming about nothing anymore. Instead she’s too busy arguing at Trick. I wonder if this is the part where he tells her who he is.

Wanting to prolong her distraction, I chime in, “That’s no way to speak to your boyfriend, Angel.” The more she argues with Trick, the less time she’ll have for screaming bloody murder through the clubhouse.

“What did you just say?”

“Trick has claimed you and in the club’s eyes you’re now his property.”

“I’m not some damned goat from the sixteenth century. What in the ever loving hell!?”

I smack Trick on the back of his shoulder. “Have fun explaining what you’ve done to my dear sister. Like Chaos always says, she is most definitely not an Angel.” Before Trick can breathe a word to me I head towards the door and hear him mutter under his breath about needing chloroform, which causes me to chuckle as I make my way back into the main area of the clubhouse.

I spot Maria sitting on the couch, hand propped under that chin of hers looking like she’s analyzing every aspect of the world. “What’s on your mind sweet cheeks?”

She flips her head back to me, cocking an eyebrow. “When have you ever called me sweet cheeks?”

“Maybe I’m starting now.” I chuckle. I snake my hand around her neck and press a soft kiss to her lips. . It may be a small gesture, Just enough to let her know how much I care about her. She and I have both been stressing about Chaos the last few weeks, and I don’t see it getting easier any time soon. Once he’s got an idea in his head, it’s almost impossible to make him think any different.

“Jesus.” Elena comes waddling in through the front door, holding her belly. I don’t know much about pregnancy or any of that shit, so all I can do is worry. I feel like a pregnant lady shouldn’t look like that when she holds her belly unless she’s uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter?” Maria questions her, picking up on the same discomfort that I am.

Elena laughs lightly. “Oh, just this little kickboxer doing her thing.”

Maria squeals in delight and Elena’s face drops. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. Shit, Reed with a daughter. FUCK. I can’t wipe this damn smile off my face, it’s too much fun to enjoy the moment. “You two better not say a thing. I’m telling Reed on Christmas and that’s that.”

“Oh no, we wouldn’t spill at all! Nope. Nope! We’ll keep this secret to ourselves.” Maria jumps up off the couch and goes over to Elena, kneeling on the ground she wraps her hands around Elena’s belly and starts talking to the baby. I smile, loving seeing her like this. I can’t help but think about Maria with our baby in her belly.

I catch myself, as soon as I think it. I didn’t say mine, or his. I said ours, cause that child would belong to the three of us, no matter who the father is. It’s now that I realize that I don’t know if Chaos would be accepting of that. There’s some deep rooted shit when it comes to him suddenly having a problem with my involvement. I don’t know what’s eating at him inside, but I will damn well find out.

At the end of the day, I don’t think I can ever live a full life without both of them in it.

Nothing is worth losing the woman I care for over, not even my brother.