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Chapter Six

Jolie

Brennan has been working tirelessly on Olympia. It’s a job that I should be doing, but the first trimester of this pregnancy has kicked my ass. Thankfully, I’m finally starting to feel a little better. The main building has now been refurbished and is ready for new staff. He has already hired an obstetrician and four midwives. They will work exclusively with Olympia and have signed NDA’s.

He has also hired some new scientists, but they are all yet to figure out what the hell Mr Z has done to us. Unfortunately, it turns out the one who could have answered our questions was caught in the crossfire the night they saved me. So, that sucks, but I’m confident they will find someone, eventually.

“Are you excited?” the young sonographer asks.

“No,” Boston snaps. He still isn’t happy about having a child.

“Boston, if you can’t even pretend to be excited to see the babies, then leave. Being rude right now is pissing me off.” I sigh in exasperation.

He huffs and leans up against the wall. The poor girl must be intimidated with eleven of us in the room. She explains to us what she is going to do and squirts some gel on my stomach. I have the tiniest bump. I thought for sure, having two babies, that I would be bigger by now.

When she places the wand on my stomach, tears form in my eyes.

“Holy shit,” Kai whispers. “Boston, it has your head.”

We all laugh, and I’m shocked at how much they look like little aliens. The lady takes all the measurements, and we all watch in awe. Trace stands to my right, holding my hand.

She moves on and shows us their heartbeats—a little flicker on the screen.

“Look at it moving its little arms,” Case says, coming to stand closer to me.

“Who is the dad?” the girl asks, and all the guys say, “I am,” at the same time. Her eyes go wide, and she chokes on her own breath as she scans the room. Then she looks back at me, and I smile.

“You’re new here, but groups being together is normal. The things you will learn will blow your mind. They are all biologically the father of one of these babies and uncles to the other.”

“This would make a good episode for Jerry Springer,” Kai says.

“I would love to know more,” she says softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“If you check your work calendar, there is a mandatory staff meeting next week. We will go into the details of what happens at Olympia, and the importance of the babies you will oversee,” Brennan explains, and she nods along.

“I’m so excited,” she gushes. “Never in a million years did I think I would get such an important job straight out of school.”

“Good for you,” Boston snaps. “Are we done here?”

Her face drops, and she nods. Boston leaves the room without another word. Something is up his ass today. “Don’t worry about him—he’s naturally an asshole. Can I get a copy of the video, please?”

She peps back up again. “Sure, it’s uploaded on your personal file. I will write down the login details.”

She opens a drawer and pulls out a pen and paper, scribbles down the details, and hands them to me. “I will see you again in a few weeks.”

We leave the main Olympia building, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I might not have wanted to have children, but now that the shock of my pregnancy has started to wear off, I’m excited, and seeing their heartbeats has made it real.

Brennan is taking us out to the auditorium on the grounds. We have called a meeting of all students who will be attending Olympia University.

Students will resume lessons in the primary school in two weeks and have been informed that school will start back as normal. While there will be some changes, everyone will be notified once the changes are in place. Same with the high school; we have moved as many teams as we could to Northwood Pines. Mr Z had already been working on that, and Brennan just sealed the deal. Also, a brand-new principal and staff will start this year. We have hundreds and hundreds of voicemails regarding the trials, which were due to happen a week ago. I left it up to the guys to make the call. Honestly, I think it’s important that there are trials after each level, so we can place teams in the area they need to be. My only stipulation was that I don’t want anyone to be kicked out just because they are not as strong as another team.

The noise in the auditorium as we walk in is loud and echoes off every wall in the building. However, once the ten of us walk onto the stage, the chatter dies down, and everyone pays attention. Boston is still MIA, but he will come around. Even if I have to kick his ass for it to happen.

“You’re up,” Brennan whispers.

“Me?” I quip. “I can’t do this.”

He gives me a gentle push towards the podium that’s been set up.

“Hi,” I squeak, and all eyes in the room fall on me. “For those who don’t know me, I’m Jolie, or you might have known me by Zircon. Mr Z was my father. As you all know by now, he is gone, and I have taken over.”

The crowd starts yelling questions at me, and my head jumbles with information.

“Shut the fuck up,” Boston booms as he joins us on the stage. “You want your fucking trials, then just listen to what she has to say.”

“Thank you, Boston. I know you have all been waiting to hear about what is happening with the trials, and I can confirm they will be going ahead. Team Zeus will be in charge of making it happen since they have been through them before. We have made the decision that no one will be cut from the trials anymore. Your score will, however, determine your ranking and the jobs that you will train towards.”

Some groups are obviously not happy with this information, if the scathing looks are anything to go by.

“I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but it’s tough fucking shit. Everyone has worked just as hard to prepare for this. Olympia is big enough to accommodate everyone. Keep your phones on and be ready, you will receive a message when it’s your turn to show up. We have received your test scores from your high schools, and these grades will be taken into consideration for the trials. You will also receive a welcome package soon after your trials with the training schedule for your group. Again, we have changed how this works, and you are no longer required to participate in any training that isn’t around your individual specialised area. Groups will be required to do group training, but individual classes will be set for the person. All this new information will be outlined in the welcome package. You will have twenty-four hours to read it and mark off your chosen fields to be approved. Any questions?”

Blayne raises her hand.

“Blayne.”

“What about me? I can’t participate in any combat trials, and I want to be hands-on after this spawn exits my body.”

“We have spoken about this in detail, as there have been so many revelations about what Mr Z did before his death. For everyone affected by this, we will take your past tests into consideration, as well as your team score. If you are not happy with the projected score given, we will hold a trial after your pregnancy is over. You will still be enrolled in Olympia alongside your teams, and you will still be able to sit through and learn if you wish. Just know that I am doing my best to make this transition easier, and it will take time.”

Khale raises his hand. “Yes, Khale.” I sigh, expecting him to cause a scene.

“What about assignments? Those are supposed to start as soon as we are enrolled, but Summer can’t take part, so what does that mean for us?”

“To be honest, we don’t know yet. We are restaffing and have assignments going out to teams that are already enrolled. Each team affected by Mr Z’s actions will have a meeting with us at a later date so we can discuss how you would like to proceed moving forward. I’m sorry for everyone who is affected, but I’m excited to turn Olympia into something good. You’re all expertly trained and have dedicated your entire lives to this company, and I respect that. We are working towards using your gifts for good. So, please bear with me while I try to navigate my way through this.” They may not have the same gifts as myself or my teams, but every person in this room has been trained into deadly weapons, each gifted in their own right.

Question after question is thrown at me, and some I don’t know the answer to. We have found out that Mr Z had created a few more extra teams when the information was sent to us. There are so many pregnant girls, and we have a meeting with them in a few days. It’s been a long and hard process for Brennan. From getting doctors and nurses set up to have everyone checked out, to sorting out the schools starting back up and updating parents and guardians. I’m surprised he isn’t burnt out.

So many investors have pulled out since Mr Z is no longer in charge. Brennan isn’t worried—he has Chester and Marlow’s grandmother, and his and Boston’s mother working on it. I only just found out how big a part they all play in the company. Mr Myers’s business is also working for Olympia; he makes sure all the investors are well looked after, and apparently, that is a full-time job.

“Let’s get you home,” Creed whispers in my ear. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Showing her your cock isn’t a surprise, brother,” Laughn says, leaning over my other shoulder.

I shiver at the proximity of them both. A Chester and Creed sandwich is great, but Creed and Laughn, I could be down for that.

Brennan decides to stay behind to finish some work. I offer to stay, but he tells me to go home and rest since we have a lot to get through before university officially starts.

Once we all arrive home, I follow Creed into the kitchen. I’m giddy with excitement and want to know what this surprise is.

He picks up a tube, the kind that holds posters for safekeeping, and pops the top off. He pulls out something and spreads it over the table. I walk up beside him and look down, but have no idea what he is showing me.

“What’s this?” I ask, confused how this would be my surprise.

“It’s our new home,” he says matter-of-factly.

Some of the others have joined us and are moving around the kitchen. Laughn and Marlow take seats at the table, both looking down at what Creed is doing, confusion of both of their faces. So, I take it this is news to everyone.

“What do you mean, our new home? I like it here.”

“It’s still this house, just with some renovations.”

I raise a brow at him. “Explain, because this house is already fuckin’ big.”

“Well, I was thinking, we have two wings, which is great in theory, but with the babies on the way, we will all want to help. Walking from one side to the other would be a pain in the ass. So, see here,” he says, pointing to lines drawn on the page, “I’m knocking all this down. We convert that space into a nursery, and this will be the main room for you.”

“Bro, that bed looks like it takes up half of the room,” Laughn interjects, his long, tattooed finger pointing to something that doesn’t even resemble a bed.

“It does,” Creed simply says.

“And where do we sleep?” Marlow interjects.

“I’m glad you asked. You will all still have your rooms until the kids grow up, then your wing will be remodelled for them. But if you want to stay in our wing, I have this room here, and it will have enough beds for everyone.”

“What is that room?” I ask, since no one else has.

“That’s the walk-in closet, and since there are eleven of us, we will need a big space. I also have a new bathroom going in on the floor. This part here, where the two sets of staircases are now, will be knocked down and moved, so I can extend this level more. It has multiple showers and a spa bath.”

“And what if we don’t want any part in this?” Boston snaps, causing us all to turn in his direction.

“Then you can stay on your side of the fucking house like the baby Grinch that you are,” Trace says from beside the kitchen island. “If you want to ruin this with your shitty attitude, fuck off and do it elsewhere. We might not have asked for this, but riddle me this, dickhead. Would you have, one day, wanted a baby with Jolie?”

“Of course I would have, when I was ready, like ten years from now.”

“Okay, and we all feel the same way. But there are ten of us. Ten. Would you expect her to push ten children out?”

“Of course not, but I don’t see how that is relevant.”

The rest of us sit back, watching this go down between Trace and Boston.

“It’s relevant because we all get a biological child. If Jolie decides she doesn’t want any more children, this works out perfectly.”

“I don’t get how you can all just be okay with this. I don’t want a kid right now. I haven’t even lived my life. This is bullshit,” he yells, throwing his hands in the air and stomping out of the room like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Now that negative Nancy has left the room, let’s finish looking over these,” Creed says with a smile.

“Okay, but where will we be staying while this is getting done?” I ask.

“That’s easy, Tenshi. The construction crew is adding a door here.” He points to another spot, like I’m supposed to understand where he is talking about.

“It’s behind the garage, near the side entrance to the morgue,” Davis whispers from beside me. I nod in understanding because I literally can’t decipher anything on the blueprints.

“The door will give us access to the underground bunker,” Creed continues. “We will all be comfortable enough down there with some slight layout changes. We will move in there at the end of the week.”

“And how long will we be down there for?” I’m not complaining—it’s Creed’s house and he can do what he likes with it. But let’s be honest, it’s a huge house, and the guys still get into it with each other. Now they will be in a smaller area together.

“I have given them three months to get it done, so it’s completed by your third trimester.”

I turn to him and pull him into my arms. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me for creating a home for my family.”

Laughn joins us, wrapping his lanky arms around us from the side. “Aww, bro, I knew you loved me.”

Laughn licks the side of his brother’s face with a laugh and moves away quickly when Creed growls. Chester walks into the room freshly showered as Laughn escapes past him. Chester moves to the table and looks over the plans.

“I voted for a sex dungeon instead of a closet, but Creed vetoed it. Angel, I tried.”

I giggle at Chester.

“What good is a sex dungeon if you keep cock-blocking everyone?” Case says from somewhere behind us.

“She won’t be pregnant forever, and if any of your cocks poke my baby, I will hurt you.”

I snort. “You know no cock can get near the baby, right?” I ask.

“Well, damn,” he says with a huge smile. “My poor blue balls have been for nothing.”

I squeal as he turns and picks me up, hauling me over his shoulder and grabbing a handful of my ass with a growl. I give a slight wave to everyone as he stomps up the stairs to my room, kicking my new door shut behind us and flopping me down onto the bed. He is naked before I even get a chance to blink. Staring down at me, he smirks. He knows I have been sleeping with the others, even though we have been trying our best to hide it from him—Chester, in beast mode, destroys doors and furniture.

He moves towards the bed, and I lick my lips, taking in every tattooed inch of him. A naked Chester could bring any woman to her knees. He crawls up the bed, hooking his fingers around my underwear and slides them down my legs, making my pussy pulsate with need.

“So fucking perfect,” he growls as he pushes my legs apart.

His head descends to where I need it, the day-old stubble adding a sensory element as it runs against my soft folds.

He plunges his tongue right into me, his nose grinding against my clit. There is no doubt in my mind that he can’t breathe, and if he does, he will get a nose full of my juices.

Arching my back, I grasp Chester’s hair, stabilising his head so I can grind against him.

Chester pulls back, looking up at me, his face covered in my arousal. “I need you to sit on my face.”

My idea is way better than that. Moving aside, I push Chester to lie back on the bed, then I turn and climb over his body, backing myself up so his thick, hard cock is staring me in the face.

“Oh, I like this a hell of a lot more,” he says, gripping my ass and pulling me down, sucking one of my pussy lips into his mouth. Releasing a moan, I grind myself down against his face, his bristles once more adding to the sensation. Leaning forward, I lick my lips, then open my mouth just enough to suck his tip in. Chester bucks his hips, his own moan vibrating in all the right places.

I focus on trying to bring him to his knees before he makes me cum. But he ups his game, focusing on my clit, and with a few flicks of his tongue he has me pulling back and gasping for air as an orgasm rips through my body.

Before the waves of pleasure finish washing over me, he pushes me to the side gently, moving himself in between my legs.

I expect him to go hard and fast, yet he slides himself in agonisingly slow. He leans down, gently placing his lips to mine, and as he deepens the kiss, I feel the deep love he has for me—along with the taste of myself on his lips. His hips move to a steady rhythm, so slowly I can anticipate each one. The feel of his girth stretches me with each move. My walls clamp around him, trying to milk him of his release.

“Fuck, Little Angel. I don’t know if I will ever tire of your sweet little cunt wrapped around me. Please let me kill the others and have you for myself.”

“Such sweet words,” I say with a laugh. “Fuck me already.”

He pulls back with a smirk and rolls me onto my stomach, pulling my ass up into the air. Before I can even contemplate moving, Chester thrusts his cock so deep inside me I instinctively scream his name loud enough the entire house will be able to hear me.

He slaps the side of my ass as he moves, the sting forgotten when his thumb presses against my tight hole and he slides in to his knuckle.

The movement sends me over the edge. “Chester, fuck.”

He fucks me harder until his own release is close. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he fills me with his cum and groans out my name. He removes his finger and places a kiss on my spine, then he quickly gets up and goes into the bathroom, bringing back a face washer and gently wiping between my legs, discarding it when he is done.

Totally sated, I lay back with my hand behind my head, and Chester falls beside me, his hand placed over my stomach. “I don’t know if I will be a good dad, but I can promise you both that I’m going to protect you and your mumma until my dying breath.”

A tear runs down my face; damn these pregnancy hormones. I cried at one of those RSPCA ads on the TV the other day. Those poor animals. How lucky Olly, Rathew, and those death noodles are—they’re always clean, fed, and loved. Then I cry harder because if I can keep an animal alive, surely I can keep babies alive.

Chester looks up at me with his whiskey-coloured eyes, and a smile that would scare the fuck out of any sane person, and wipes the tear from my face. “I love you, Little Angel.”