Chapter 6
Lincoln
Charlotte was even more beautiful than I remembered her. Or was she just a dream?
When I saw her on stage, I was stunned for a few moments. I couldn’t move and neither could I look away. All I could do was stare at her. She was Andrew Williams’ daughter.
I could taste her in my mouth now. I could hear her moaning in my ears as I entered her. She was so soft and sweet, so delicious. Flashes of that week raked through my mind and I was frozen to the spot.
Then she was on the move. I stood there, watching her while she slipped off stage and disappeared somewhere in the back. I still couldn’t get myself to follow her. It was like I was stuck.
Was Charlotte really pregnant? There was no denying that she was. In that beautiful blue dress she was wearing, her stomach bulged. Her face glowed and her blue eyes shone. She had a rosy pinkness in her cheeks, even though she’d turned deathly pale when she saw me.
I tried to work it out in my head. We were at the campsite in early April. It was nearly the end of September now. Five months had gone by, and five months was enough time for her to start showing a baby bump. The child could be mine!
I sprung into action when that thought entered my head.
Slipping the walkie out of my holster, I spoke into it.
“Grant and Ford, I need you to hold the fort here. I’m going to go check on the daughter,” I said.
“Yeah, we saw her on stage. She’s gone backstage now,” Grant answered back.
“I’m going backstage, going to make sure everything’s good.”
Fixing the walkie back in position, I sifted through the crowd, trying to make my way to the back of the stage.
I knew that the guests at the event had noticed us already. Me and the rest of the clan stuck out like sore thumbs in this crowd. Being a shifter was pretty obvious by our body type. I knew what these people were thinking—what are these guys doing here?
None of them could imagine that Andrew Williams himself had invited us. I guessed nobody knew that he even needed protection.
I made my way towards the back, trying to keep a lookout for trouble at the same time. Even though I knew I had to find Charlotte, I couldn’t stop working either. I was here to do a job, and I was going to make sure that there was no trouble at the event.
I didn’t want Charlotte to distract me from doing my job, but the truth was I couldn’t think of anything else but her at this point. And the fact that she could be carrying my baby.
I reached the back and jumped over a gate that was constructed to divide the front from the back.
“Excuse me, Sir! What are you doing here?” A uniformed museum guard walked up to me.
“I need to get through,” I growled at him but he stood in front of me, blocking my path.
“Nobody is allowed back here, other than the family and Mr. Williams’ associates,” the man said, squaring his shoulders.
A low growl escaped my lips, as my bear shifted underneath my skin. I could take out this kid in a second.
“Yeah, I’m here with Mr. Williams. I’m one of his associates,” I tried, but I knew it wasn’t going to work. This guy smirked, like he didn’t believe me.
I wished Andrew had just informed the staff at the museum that he was going to bring security. It would have made our jobs much easier, but clearly, he didn’t want the attention. If he told these guys that he’d hired the clan for protection, word would get out to the press and he didn’t want that kind of heat on him.
“I can’t let you through,” the man said, still blocking my path.
“I’m trying to find Charlotte Williams. Andrew Williams’ daughter. I need to speak to her,” I barked, pushing my shoulder against his in an attempt to get through.
“Sir, I’m going to have to call security!” he yelled at me and I glared at him, looking him straight in his eyes.
“Yeah, go ahead and do that. I am security, you asshole,” I said and the man pulled his own walkie out of his pants.
I didn’t have the patience to wait for him to figure this shit out. I rammed myself into him, which made him fly backwards. His walkie skidded out of his hands and I charged at him.
I’d caught him by surprise. He wasn’t expecting me to get violent, and I didn’t want a fight. But right now, I needed to get past him and find Charlotte. I needed to speak to her.
I didn’t think I would ever see her again, let alone see her pregnant. Her belly full with a child that could be mine.
The man tried to put up a fight but I pushed him against a wall.
“Don’t make me do this to you man!” I growled and he struggled in my grip. I could feel my bear fighting underneath my skin, wanting me to shift.
“Lincoln! Let him go!”
We both heard her voice at the same time. The guard looked over my shoulder and I turned to see Charlotte standing at some distance from us.
She had a hand over her stomach, and her phone in the other hand. Behind her was the swinging door of the bathroom. That was where she’d disappeared to.
I released my grip on the guard and he staggered away.
“Ms. Williams…” he mumbled.
“It’s okay, he’s with me. You can go, thank you,” Charlotte said to him meekly.
I could sense her trying to avoid my eyes.
I glared at her, breathing her in, taking in the sight of her body. We waited for the man to leave before either of us spoke. But I had no idea what I was going to say.