Chapter Eighteen Brigit

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: brIGIT

I swallow and release Wildcard's shaft with a pop. "I kind of made you scream."

"That wasn't a scream. It was a manly shout. I'll show you the difference."

I scream when he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed.

I scream when he uses his mouth and fingers to send me over the edge.

I scream when he buries himself deep and pounds me into another orgasm.

"See the difference?" He asks as he pulls me into his arms.

An exhausted hum is all I can manage. So much screaming. I may not be able to talk in the morning.

"How are your pancakes?" I ask Colt, my voice still a little hoarse from the previous night.

"They're the best!" Colt proclaims.

"Thank you," says my dad, as he takes a seat at our table. "They are my secret recipe."

"I thought they tasted like the ones you used to make," I say. "You're feeling better? You look good."

"I feel great! Puma has handed the kitchen over to me, so I can earn my keep. Why is your voice all scratchy?" He gives a smug-looking Wildcard the side-eye.

"I heard some screaming coming from your room," Viper says, sitting next to my dad. "I wonder why. Did you see a mouse or something?"

"Did one of your snakes get out?" Elina asks Viper from the table next to ours.

"Snakes?" I ask, with my fork halfway to my mouth.

"Max and I keep snakes as pets. The habitats are all in a locked room. The kids can't get to them. And no, none of them have escaped."

I glance at Wildcard, who shrugs.

I shudder at the thought of being under the roof with several snakes and make a note to push Wildcard to build us our house as quickly as possible.

"Spock, I need to talk to you about picking out a lot across the street. Want to build a house for Brigit and Colt."

"The lot next to Puma is still available. Want it?"

"After breakfast, let's go over there later and look? See if you like it?" Wildcard asks me. "We can go after breakfast. Why don't you tag along?" He says to my dad.

Wildcard carries Colt across the highway, while my dad and I follow them.

"I don't want you trying to cross without an adult," Wildcard explains to Colt.

"This is dangerous," I speak up. "Won't the kids want to have access to the clubhouse? Or are they no longer hanging out there after the homes are built?"

"Puma's putting in a tunnel under the highway. He won't risk the kids getting hurt. He'd block off the highway if he thought he could get away with it. We'll have a gated fence surrounding the property. Like we have around the clubhouse. We aren't advertising that we own the homes, so the fencing will be different. More upscale. He's planning on having trees and shrubs planted around the permitter to keep people from seeing inside."

They've graded several acres of the land. Sticks with colored flags attached dot the landscape. Wildcard leads us toward the center and points out a series of purple flags. "This is where he's building a park for the kids. They'll have a jungle gym similar to the one behind the club, only larger."

"Larger?" I sputter. "The one you have now is huge."

"With Puma, bigger is better. Besides, he thinks the club will have more children and we'll need the space. He isn't wrong. After he found Alisa, the rest of us are doing the same." Wildcard tugs me to his side. "He and Alisa are expecting. Chill and Hunter are trying. As are Dice and Avery. You know I want us to have more."

I glance at Colt, who is watching us and listening to his father. When he mentions us having more children, his eyes widen. I want to shush Wildcard, but I'm also curious to know Colt's thoughts about having a sibling or two. Or if Wildcard had his way, several.

"You're going to have another kid?" He asks.

"We're thinking about it," Wildcard says. "Would you be against the idea?"

"That would be awesome!"

"Any preference?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Nope. Girls are cool, too. Look at Angel and Elina."

My dad chuckles. "Things have changed since I was a kid. None of the boys wanted a sister, and none of the girls wanted a brother. Of course, before meeting Viper, I'd never thought I'd see a chick as a patched member."

"Girls can do everything a guy can do, right, Mom?"

"Right."

Wildcard ruffles Colt's hair before describing Puma's plans for the common area. His plan is a child's paradise. Basketball courts, soccer fields, baseball fields, and a pool. "He's thinking of adding in a water park, too."

"He's creating a paradise for the kids," I comment.

Wildcard nods. "Puma is all about the club and the kids. He has the money to make it happen. Plus, the casino brings in major bucks."

Wildcard leads us away from the common area and across to an area with more colored flags. "This is Puma's house, and the lot next to it could be ours. The lot's large enough for the size of house I want and we'd still have room for a small cottage. In case you wanted a place to live." He's looking at my dad, who looks back in surprise.

"Me?"

Wildcard shrugs. "I know you have your cabin out in Red Rock Canyon, and you have a room in the clubhouse. But I thought you might want your own space, but still be close to Brigit. You're used to living on your own. However, you could take a room in our house if you preferred."

My dad swallows hard and gives Wildcard a nod. "Appreciate it. I'd like to be close to my family. I'll stay out of your way, but I'll be close enough to babysit if you need me."

I step over to my father and hug him. Stepping back, I watch the three most important men in my life explore the location of our future home. I feel like the luckiest person in the world. A few days ago, it was just Colt and me. Now we're a family with plans to expand. This is what I've always wanted.

Wildcard pulls out his phone and reads the display. He glances at me with a frown, zapping my happiness.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. But we do have to get back. Puma needs to see us. He's heard from Havoc."

We make our way back across the highway. My dad takes Colt while Wildcard and I go directly to Puma's office. Inside, we find him along with Chill and Spark.

"Wildcard and Brigit are here," Puma says.

"How are you doing, Brigit?" Havoc asks.

His question surprises me, but I respond. "I'm fine."

"That's good, because what I'm about to tell you isn't good news."

Wildcard squeezes my hand while I take a deep breath. "Go ahead. I need to know what I'm up against." I glance at Wildcard and smile. "What we're up against."

"We searched your house last night. Not sure if Wildcard or Puma told you what we found?"

I glance at Wildcard, who gives me an apologetic look. "Shit, no. I meant to, but we got to talking about something else."

He tells me about how someone searched my house and destroyed everything inside. Knowing someone was in my home was bad. The thought of them touching Colt and my things has my stomach roiling. But hearing about the hidden cameras has me bolting into Puma's private bathroom. Wildcard follows me inside and holds up my hair, while I empty my stomach. When I'm done, he flushes the toilet, wipes my face off with a damp cloth, and then hands me a brand-new toothbrush before leaving me to brush. Once I do, I step into his arms and let him hold me as I come to grips with the violation.

"I'm sorry," Puma says when I return to the table. "Do you want to stop here?"

"Is there more?" I ask incredulously.

"Unfortunately, yes," Havoc says. "And I'm afraid it's much worse."

"Maybe we should stop…" Wildcard starts, but I shake my head.

"No. I need to hear it. Go ahead. I'm ready." Wildcard pulls me onto his lap, so I can snuggle into him. He's my rock and I know I can face anything as long as I have him.

"Wildcard asked us to check on your neighbor, Abby Carmichael. He said you were concerned about her."

"Yes, is she okay?"

"We don't know. She wasn't home. Someone ransacked her place. Probably the same guys who hit yours. We found some blood, but it wasn't much. Her car was still in the garage. If someone got to her, would she have information that would lead anyone to you?"

"Yes. She knew about Wildcard. I gave her his information when I went into labor. Just in case something happened to me. I told her I was coming here. What if they hurt her? This is all my fault." Picturing Abby hurting because of me breaks me.