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“I’m trying!”

I continue to scream as I try to kick them in the head, hoping to knock them out.

“Then I’ll fucking do it myself,” one of them shouts.

As I’m kicking at one of them, the other one uses the opportunity to jab something into my neck.

My eyes widen in horror as I stumble back. No. For fuck’s sake! They drugged me?

I feel my limbs start to go weak. I drop to my knees, body swaying, eyes growing heavy.

As I fall to my side, my body giving out on me, I think of my three men and the way they look at me any time I walk into a room.

I pray that if I wake up, my baby will be okay.

I know they’re coming for me. I just have to hold out until then.

Saint

God, this baby is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Her little chubby cheeks, her big bright eyes, and that giggle. It melts my damn heart.

I want one.

And if my brothers and I have it our way, it won’t be too much longer before Cove is pregnant.

As I hand baby Ellie back to her mama, I look around for my girl, frowning when I don’t see her.

“She’s still in the bathroom?” I turn to Maverick and Shep.

They both look around the room, joining me in my frown. “Maybe she’s pooping?” Shep suggests.

I raise a brow.

“What? Ladies poop too, despite what they want you to think.” He rolls his eyes.

“Olivia, did Cove come back from the bathroom?” Maverick asks.

Oliva looks around, then chews on her lower lip. That answers the question.

We’re up on our feet and heading in the direction of the bathroom in less than a second. Dread fills my stomach before I even get there. “Shep, check in with the men surrounding the property,” I bark.

“On it.”

“Cove, baby!” Maverick shouts, his voice filled with the same panic I feel.

When I see the bathroom door wide open and no Cove inside, that's when I know something is wrong.

“Check the house,” I tell Maverick. “Cove!” I shout, still heading toward the bathroom. I check the windows to see if there are any signs of a break-in, but the window is locked. “Fuck.” I’m about to rush out and search the house when I notice something on the bathroom counter.

It’s a pregnancy test. My heart skips a beat as I grab the test. “Pregnant.” My eyes widen.

“She said she thought she might be pregnant.” Olivia’s broken voice has my head snapping up. “I told her to come take a test, because I had extras. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” I reassure her, gripping the test in my hand.

“They’re all fucking dead!” Shepherd shouts as he rushes back into the house.

“She’s not here,” Maverick roars.