Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
His eyes widened in alarm. “Montana?”
“I don’t feel good,” I murmured.
Everything faded to black, and the last thing I felt was Blaze catching me in his arms.
* * *
Blaze
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck!
“Montana, baby, talk to me,” I urged, gently shaking her. Her face was so white. It had happened so fast. I hadn’t had time to prepare for her passing out on me.
I quickly lifted her into my arms and carried her to the passenger side of my truck. After placing her in the passenger seat, I buckled her in and then ran around to the driver’s side. I made it to the hospital in record time, continuously checking for a pulse.
As soon as I got there and the lady working the desk saw the unconscious woman in my arms, she called for a stretcher.
And then, I was made to sit and wait.
Waiting felt like it took forever. I impatiently paced the emergency waiting room, thrusting my fingers through my hair. I had my assistant cancel all appointments I had scheduled today and reschedule them for me. Didn’t care when. Just couldn’t fucking be today.
Finally, what felt like a goddamn lifetime later, a nurse came out for me. Normally, I knew this wouldn’t be allowed. But money spoke, and thank fuck for that.
I silently followed him to Montana’s room. She was sitting up in bed. Most of her color had returned, and she was hooked to an IV. “Hi,” she whispered.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her. My voice was gruff and hoarse. Felt like I’d aged a million years. It was one thing for me to hurt her. I was in control of the situation, and I knew she’d live. This?
This rocked my entire world in the worst fucking way possible.
She shrugged. “She’s going to feel a little weak,” the nurse informed me. “The doctor wants to keep her for a few hours to monitor the baby and get her rehydrated.”
I stared at Montana, but she refused to look up at me. Instead, she continued staring at her hands. Once the nurse left after double-checking her vitals and her IV, I cleared my throat. “Baby?” I rasped, barely able to get the words past my lips.
She just silently nodded her head.
Fuck.
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Blaze
She was pregnant.
Jesus Christ.
I couldn’t believe this shit. Couldn’t wrap my head around it.
I got up from my chair and paced around the room. Who in the hell got her pregnant? And where in the hell was he at? Why wasn’t he looking after her better? I could tell she’d lost weight, but I’d thought it was just from her finally coming off drugs.
But no. She was pregnant. And I was assuming the drop in weight came from that morning sickness bullshit a lot of pregnant women tended to suffer from.
My mind was officially damn blown.
I turned to face her. She was staring down at the blanket covering her thighs, her fingers clenching the fabric. I wanted to throttle her and hold her all at once. She was clearly struggling. Every time I looked into her eyes lately, I could see her fighting within herself.
“Montana, who’s the father?”
She stayed silent. She didn’t even move her head to look at me. I stepped closer to the bed and grabbed her chin in my hand. Leaning over her, I placed my other hand on the other side of her hip, forcing her head up so she had to look at me. Our faces were mere inches apart, and even now, I could see that storm raging in her eyes.
She looked tired. Exhausted. Worn down.
“Who’s the father, sweetheart?” I asked her, forcing my voice to be gentle. Sometimes with Montana, I felt like I had to be rough with her to get through her thick skull. But I was afraid if I asserted my normal dominance over her like I usually did, I’d lose her to her head.
She swallowed thickly. Her tongue quickly darted out to wet her pink lips.
“Jonah,” she whispered.
My hand momentarily tightened on her chin. She winced. I forced myself to release her and stood back up, a threatening rumble sounding from my chest. I’d warned everyone at those fights that Montana was off-limits. As far as I’d known, everyone had heeded my warning.
Everyone except Jonah, apparently. He’d gone and done whatever the fuck he wanted anyway.
Montana suddenly gagged. I grabbed a vomit bag from the wall and held it in front of her right before she violently got sick. Instead of losing my cool with her like I wanted to so fucking badly, I just sat beside her and wrapped my arm around her, holding her as she continued to get sick off and on for the next few hours.
Poor girl couldn’t get hydrated from that IV to save her damn life.
* * *
“What the fuck?” John snarled when he opened the front door, only to see me holding his little sister in my arms. If I were him, I’d be pissed, too.