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Roaring as loud as I can, I kick the door inward. It flies right off the frame, crashing into the living room. Carl and his man pop their heads out from our bedroom. Carl has the presence of mind to be terrified, but the fool with him pulls a knife.
“Oh, good, I get to gut the bitch and her man.” I go nearly blind with rage as I imagine her delicate flesh marred, her belly exposed, and her life draining from her and the baby we worked so hard to put inside her.
“Idiot.” I barely register Carl’s word as he uses the larger man as a shield.
I charge forward, yelling, “Birdie!” and slam the stranger right through the wall, embedding his own knife into his gut. My fist raises and pounds into his face repeatedly until he goes limp, and his face looks like minced meat.
“Vic!” I hear Chaos call out to me. Ignoring him, I rise to my feet and hunt out Carl, who is cowering in the corner of our room near the bed. “Vicious!” Chaos calls again.
Baring my teeth at Carl, I snap my jaw shut, intending to give him what I should have the day we met. He begs and pleads for his pathetic life, but I don’t care. Not when he came here with the intent to harm my woman and child.
“He needs to die first,” I snarl at Chaos, who hasn’t stopped calling my name.
My whole life, I’ve been told that one day I’ll become a killer. It’s only due to Chaos that it hasn’t become a fact. But after today, that might change.
Grabbing the weasel by the front of his shirt, I drag him forward and toss him across the room. He stumbles as he hits the doorjamb, falling in a heap and trying to crawl his way out.
“He won’t hurt you, little bird,” I hear Chaos say, but the words and meaning don’t register. “You have to calm him down.”
Stomping towards Carl, my booted foot lands on his hand before stepping down. His scream is filled with terror and pain as I hear the fragile bones crunching. Pressing all my weight on it, I lift my other foot and place it on his sternum before allowing my size to bear down slowly.
“Vicious?” Attuned to her voice, my head whips up to see our little bird twisting her fingers in Chaos’ shirt as her worried eyes roam over my body, taking in the blood on my hands and splattered on my shirt before meeting my eyes. “Please.” The whispered word sounds so fucking broken.
Applying pressure to Carl’s chest as I step off his body, I feel a rib break, followed by another pathetic scream as I open my arms for Birdie. She doesn’t hesitate to rush into my embrace, practically climbing my body like a damn tree.
“It’s okay now, little bird. You’re safe.” Holding her tight to my body, she vibrates with leftover fear, and I hate that she felt for even a second that she was in danger.
“Sit down,” Chaos orders, and for once, I do as he says without argument. Our woman needs a steady hand right now, and much as I hate to admit it, I need to feel her. I need her to center me and calm the raging beast that’s itching to tear those two assholes limb from limb.
Chaos
Finding Birdie hiding in the closet of our planned nursery, I’d never felt such relief before until it was quashed when I brought her out into the living room and watched Vicious plow a man through a wall like it was nothing. I’ve seen my brother angered in ways that would leave a lesser man terrified, but this was something else altogether. He was a beast, a savage, in the worst sort of way, with one mission, and that was to eradicate the threat to our Birdie. Nonetheless, I wasn’t about to stop him, not until the trembling woman in my arms whimpered in distress.
After that, the only thing that mattered was ensuring she didn’t see Vicious as the monster the world tried to convince him he was. As soon as she became enveloped in his arms, I knew everything would be okay for the three of us.
Now, they’re sitting down, calming the rage and fear in each other while I get these assholes ready for the police—who should be here any damn minute. I grab some zip ties from the safe in the closet and head into the bedroom. The asshole lying in a pile of rubble inside the bathroom, oozing blood and groaning, gets no mercy from me.
Flipping him to the side, I cinch his hands together before standing up. I stop cold when I see a little blue and white stick on the counter. Picking it up, my heart racing, I read the results.
Pregnant.
We did it.
We knocked our girl up a hell of a lot quicker than I thought possible.
Pregnant. Damn.
Shoving the test in my pocket, I get Carl restrained before going to open the front door, only to find that Vic kicked it right off the frame.
“Little momma,” I call as I enter the living room again, pulling the test from my pocket. “Got something you’d like to share with us?” Sitting next to them, I hand the stick over to Vicious.
Settling back on Vic’s thighs, Birdie glances between the two of us, likely trying to figure out how we feel. Vicious places a hand over her belly before I do the same.
“I found out just before I heard them pounding on the door,” she whispers. Tears still cloud her eyes, but I see a hint of happiness before she looks down to watch our hands covering her stomach.
“Little momma, we couldn’t be happier,” I tell her, a grin spreading across my face. A lightness I haven’t felt in…ever…lodges within my chest.
“Really?” She lets go of a shaky breath, some color re-entering her cheeks. “You mean it?”
