Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Her mouth drops open, and she falls silent. I know how awful this sounds, and to be honest, I have already accepted the world I come from is terrifying to other people. Hell, it’s terrifying to me, but I’ve learnt to somehow accept that I can’t change it. At least, I couldn’t before.
Maybe now, I can.
“Did it happen before you left?”
I nod, confused. “It did. Why?”
Mera is silent for a long moment, the curling iron stilling in her hand as she seems to be thinking. I watch her, waiting for what she’ll say next. When she finally speaks, her voice is careful.
“Nia, do you think you could be pregnant?”
The room goes quiet. Her question hangs in the air and I feel my heart stop. It’s a possibility that I hadn’t allowed myself to consider, something too big and terrifying to even let into my mind. With everything that has happened, I never once considered that I could actually be carrying a child.
I open my mouth, but no words come out.
“Nia, honey, breathe.”
I shoot out of the chair, my hair whipping around my shoulders as I turn to her, my eyes wide. “No.”
“It’s probably nothing,” Mera says quickly. “I’m just thinking out loud, that’s all. It’s only because you’re sick.”
“I just thought it was everything catching up with me.”
Mera sets down the curling iron, her eyes locking onto mine. “We’ll find out for sure, okay? If you are, we’ll figure it out. You’re not alone in this. You have me. You have the club.”
The words are a comfort, but they’re not enough to stop the fear from spreading through my chest like wildfire. The thought of being pregnant, of bringing a child into this world, of them getting their hands on that child... It’s too much.
“I can’t do it, Mera,” I say, my voice trembling. “Not right now. This can’t be happening.”
“Hey,” she says, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Let’s not panic until we know for sure, yeah? I’ll get a test.”
I can’t.
I can’t do this.
“Just...I can’t do this right now. Can we just wait until I have Lily out? I just...please. I can’t do this.”
Her eyes get soft. “Whatever you want. Just know it will all be okay, no matter what. We’re not going anywhere.”
“Please don’t tell anyone, not until we know for sure.”
Mera nods. “I won’t say a word.”
She pulls me in for a hug, and I stare blankly at the wall.
Things just went from bad to worse.
Deep down, I don’t need a test to know the answer.
I feel it, deep inside me.
This is the worst thing that could happen.
6
The crackling of the fire echoes in my ears as I stand in the yard, arms wrapped around myself, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I can see the guys gathered in the dim light, as they discuss the plan for tomorrow. My heart kicks in my chest, and I force myself to take a deep breath, knowing this is going to be the most dangerous thing we have ever done.
It could go right, but it could also go terribly wrong.
Miriam could freak out, someone could follow us, anything could happen.
I can’t help but panic at the thought that someone might get hold of me. What if they show up and ambush us, taking me back? If I go back there, I’ll never escape, and that’s just cold, hard facts. My father would never allow me to walk free again. Hell, there is a solid chance he would end my life for my actions.
They scare me, as much as I hate to admit it.
Talon’s voice rumbles as he discusses the plan with the others. "We got one shot at this. We can’t fuck it up."
Zane nods, his brows pulled together. "We’ll take the truck, load it up with supplies. Make it look like a delivery. She can hide in the back."
"We time it right, get her out when it’s dark. Make it look like a big ride is leavin’ at the same time, women on the back of the bikes, even have one on with Talon that is dressed like her," Kael adds. "That will make them follow the ride for sure, especially if they think she’s on it."
Knox leans back, arms crossed. "You think they’ll take the bait?"
Talon’s eyes are hard, his jaw set. "They’ll have to. They’re watchin’ our every move. Those fuckers won’t be able to help themselves."
My stomach flips as I listen to them plan, the weight of it all pressing down on me. Each word they speak seems to echo with the potential for disaster, and I can't help but feel anxious about the whole thing. They're risking so much—more than I ever imagined possible—and the fear that it might all go wrong is heavy. What if everything unravels? I have hope Miriam will agree, but what if she doesn’t? What if I’m wrong about all of it.