Page 21 of Expecting The Unexpected

CHAPTER 7

Spencer walked back into the club and sat back down on the piano bench. It was crazy how tired he was, but he couldn’t allow himself to stay lying in his bed, either. He was too afraid that he would allow his depression to become so bad he wouldn’t get out ever again, and that just couldn’t happen. He needed to stay strong and be there for his child.

He didn’t know whether the baby was going to be a boy or girl. Granted, Throg was Nakaka, but Spencer was a sloth shifter. The baby could take after Throg and that would mean most definitely they would have a son, since Nakaka were always born male. There were no females in their world. However, the baby could also take after Spencer and if that were the case, he could have a girl... right? Women sloth shifters had girls as well as boys, so couldn’t he?

It didn’t really matter to Spencer. All he hoped for was a healthy and happy baby. He didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl... just healthy and happy. That meant Spencer had to take care of himself. He needed to eat right, exercise... well,shit, that wasn’t something he was going to look forward to. Spencer hadn’t exercised a day in his life. He was a sloth for goodness sake. Exercise was like saying a cuss word to him, but if it meant keeping his unborn child healthy, then he’d do it.

He pressed down on another key, still thinking about all the things he needed to do. He had a bank account he hadn’t touched since coming to the clutch. Hell, Hron had given all of them a huge payout when he took over as Caliph. He said he had known it wasn’t going to help take away the pain and torment Chantal had put them all through, but it would help them keep going if they weren’t up to starting to work again, and wanted to leave the clutch house.

Spencer hadn’t known what he was going to do for a while. He had considered leaving, but the thought of leaving Petree during his recovery, wasn’t something he was prepared to do. The Nakaka had sacrificed so much for him, Mason, Elijah, Bryant and Abe. There was no way he was going to go away and leave the guy behind. He couldn’t. He owed it to Petree and if Spencer was being honest, he was scared as fuck to go out into the world alone. As it was, Spencer saw shadows all around him. Danger, just waiting to take him out along with his friends.

A rustling sound at the far right of the stage had Spencer turning, “Is someone there?”

No answer.

“Hello?” Spencer called out, but again there was no answer.

Thinking he must have mistaken the sound, Spencer went back to playing some keys on the piano, only to stop once again when a small thud had him stopping once more.

Getting up from the bench, Spencer took a tentative step towards the back of the stage. “Hello? Elijah, is that you?”

No one answered, and Spencer felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Someone was watching him. He could feel it. His sloth could feel it, and the feeling wasn’t a good one. “Who is it? Who’s back there?”

“Spencer, is everything alright?”

Spencer screamed and whipped around, his hand over his heart “Fuck me, you fucktard, titmouse, bastard. You scared the shit out of me.”

Throg stood there with his brow raised, and then a fierce look on his face. “What’s going on? I apologize for scaring you, but I did say your name twice before approaching.”

Spencer asked, “How long have you been here?”

“I just walked in. I’d gone to your room and you weren’t there, so I came here,” Throg answered, walking closer. “What’s going on, Spencer?”

Shaking his head, Spencer walked forward on the stage. “I don’t know. I thought I heard someone back there, but when I called out no one answered. I guess I scared myself for no reason. Why were you looking for me? I know Hron wants us to find those drives, and I swear I’ll get right on it. I just needed a day to myself.”

“It wasn’t about the flash drives, Spencer, and you know it. We have a lot to discuss,” Throg answered.

“No we don’t. I told you, I know you don’t want me as your mate. I know you didn’t get me pregnant on purpose. I won’t keep this child from you. I’ll raise this baby the best I can, and if you ever want to see him or her, I will never deny you that right. He or she should know both their fathers.” Spencer said, walking closer to the piano once more.

Just as Spencer moved, one of the stage lights fell from the ceiling to the floor, right where Spencer had been standing.

Throg was on the stage, with Spencer in his arms before Spencer even knew what had happened. He turned to look. “What the fuck? What was that?”

“A light from up there,” Throg said, pointing to the ceiling.

“How the hell did that light come down?” Spencer asked, starting to shake, realizing how he could have been killed if he had continued to stand where he had been.

Throg pulled back from Spencer and gave him a quick scan. Spencer knew he was looking for injuries. “I’m fine, Throg. It just scared the shit out of me.”

“Stay here. I’m going to check this shit out,” Throg said, turning to go to the back area, where Spencer had told him he’d heard sounds coming from. Spencer heard him talking to someone, but didn’t know who. “I need some men to come to the club. We might have a problem.”

Throg’s voice faded the further he went back on the stage, and Spencer couldn’t help but look around fearfully. A low, gravelly voice came from above the stage, “Next time, shifter.”

“Throg! Throg!” Spencer shouted. He could still hear the soft laughter, until Throg came racing back to him.

“What is it? What happened?” Throg asked, looking around anxiously.

Spencer was shaking badly. “Someone was here. Someone... they said... Oh gods.”