Page 43 of Loverboy
Motley was beaming. “I’m so proud of you. And you have no reason to apologize. Xavier is dead, Kash.” So he did die. “Once news of what you did spread, the entire gang began to panic. There was no one to take his place. So, after talking with Twila, I decided to take over. Most of the members welcomed me back, and those who didn’t just needed a little persuasion.” I raised an eyebrow. “Relax. I just paid them a generous sum to win their approval. After the transfer of power was official, I simply picked up where Xavier left off, but under my own conditions.”
“So that’s how you got here?” I asked.
Motley bit his lower lip. “Actually, a small petty crime landed me here.” He tapped the table. “But it’s nothing I can’t get out of.”
Fucking Motley.
“So, let me get this straight. I went to jail, happened to end up in the same
one as Xavier?—”
“Yeah, that was apparently planned.”
I shot him a look. “Well, that backfired, didn't it? I killed him to protect you, nearly died, only to come out and find outyou’rethe new gang boss, and you purposely stuck yourself in jail just to tell me all this?” I scoffed and grabbed my head. “Fuck. Is thereanythingelse I missed?”
He took a deep breath. “Actually.” Motley stuck his hand into the pocket of his jumpsuit and slid a small folded piece of paper across the table to me.
“Oh, what is this?” I picked it up and whipped it around. “More fucking photos? Are we being blackmailed? Again?”
“Just shut up and open it.” Motley laughed.
I shook my head and began to unfold the paper. “ I swear, I leave for—” My body froze as I stared at the image in my hand.
Oh my god.
“You were in the hole for twelve weeks. Before that, you were here for about two more. Count back and well.” Motley tapped the top of the black and white image. “You’re looking at like eighteen or so weeks.”
My mind was scrambling. “What–what is this?” I knew what it was, but I didn’t know what else to say. I was too shocked.
Motley stood, walked over to my side, and took a seat next to me. He took the small photo from my hand and gently placed it down on the table. “It’s this new thing called an ultrasound. Pretty wicked, right? Apparently, they can now take photos of babies inside their mother’s wombs.”
So many fucking words.
“Motley. Whose baby is this?” I tapped the ultrasound.
He smiled so big. “Ours.”
Ours? Wait. Does that mean?—
He tapped my temple. “Think about it, Kash.” He picked the small ultrasound up and pulled it close. “You should see Twila. She’s fucking glowing, Kash.”
Twila is pregnant. And the baby was ours.
“Twila is pregnant. And we’re going to be dads?”
Motley gently gripped my chin and leaned in close. “We’re going to be dads. Now, go get your shit.”
“What? Why?”
Motley’s mouth hovered over mine. “Because we’re going home, Kash. Our family needs us. And our baby needs its dads. Both of them.”
God, I wanted to kiss him. So fucking bad. “But, Motley. How?” I asked.
He smiled again. “What’s the point of controlling a large gang with deep connections in the justice system if I can’t use it to get you out of jail?”
Oh my god.
“Motley.”
“I love you, songbird.” He kissed me.
My body melted into his, and I kissed him back. Tears of overwhelming happiness flowed from my eyes. I wasn’t just free to go home, but I was free to be with the man I loved. And now, we were going to be a family.Forever.
“I love you, Motley. I fucking you so much.”