Page 23 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Jade

Fight Night & Surprises

I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I’m pissed.

I’ve been puking all goddamn day, and all I want to do is fuck someone up.

But no, my husband is refusing to let me get in the ring tonight.

I’ve been under strict orders to sit up in the office and watch the damn show.

I was supposed to get the shipment ready for tomorrow, go see Spade, and come back here to fight.

Did any of that happen? No, it didn’t. Dario took care of the guns, and everything was ready to go.

He called in a favor at the pen to let Spade know I wasn’t going to make it for visitation.

We’ve been waiting for answers. Waiting to get him out.

We know he’s guilty as fuck, but there has to be a way to get him out, so we’ve got the lawyers working double time to find a loophole for his release.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at my door, taking me out of my thoughts.

“Come in,” I yell, and Lisa walks in. I raise a brow as she fidgets in front of my desk. “What can I do for you, Lisa?” I ask.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but Mr. Cruz told me he couldn’t help me—to go see you,” she stammers, and I sit back in my chair and fold my arms. I keep forgetting no one knows the prince has risen from the ashes. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve almost slipped up.

“It’s okay. What do you need?” I smile.

“Do you have any plugs or pads?” she asks, cringing. I laugh, reaching for my purse.

“I should have some in here. I’ll make sure the ladies' room gets stocked with those things,” I tell her, digging in my bag and coming up empty.

What the fuck? Then it dawns on me—when was the last time I actually got my period?

I look up at her and shake my head. “I don’t seem to have anything.

I’ll send someone to ?get some,” I tell her, and she nods.

“You can wait over there on the couch,” I say, waving across the room as I pick up my phone and dial Kane.

“Hey, Madra. I need you to run to the store for me,” I say as I hear yelling and skin slapping from the fight below me.

“Yeah, sure, what do you need?” he asks, and I grin.

“I’ll text you a list and keep your fucking mouth shut!” I order, and he laughs, ending the call. I pull up our text thread, sending him what we need.

Twenty minutes later, he bursts into the room and chucks the bag at me.

“Thanks, Madra,” I say, and he rolls his eyes.

“Gotta go, it’s almost time for our boy to throw down,” he says, jabbing into the air like a moron. I shake my head and wave him off, dismissing his sorry ass. I get up from my seat and hand Lisa the bag, but grab what I need out of it first.

“Thank you, ma’am,” she says, and I nod as she leaves the room.

Stepping into the bathroom, I rip open the pregnancy test and do my thing.

Laying it on the counter, I wash my hands and pace the room.

A soft knock causes me to jump as the door opens.

I stand in front of the mirror, blocking the little stick sitting on the porcelain as Dario sticks his head in.

“You good, baby?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yup, just washing my hands.” I lie, and he smiles.

“You wanna watch me fight, like the old days?” he asks, and I grin.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world, but can I at least have front row seats to this?” I beg, and he smiles.

“Yep, I got a seat just for you. Be down in five, baby. I need a kiss before I rock this motherfucker's jaw.” He laughs, and I nod.

“Alright, I’ll meet you down there,” I tell him as he spins, leaving the office.

Once I hear the door shut, I turn and pick up the stick.

Staring at it, I blink once, twice, three times before I’m puking into the bowl.

“I swear to God! Who did this shit? I’m going to kill all of them!

” I groan as I continue to hurl. Once finished, I brush my teeth and wipe my face, throwing the stick into the box and shoving it in the pail.

Shutting off the light, I head downstairs to watch my man fight.

Walking through the crowd of people, I sit in the front row as Dario warms up in the ring, his eyes snap to mine and a huge grin spreads across his face.

He jumps down, opens my legs and plants his big ass body between them.

This is exactly why I’m pregnant. These men of mine are insatiable and I’m a whore for them.

He bends down and captures my lips with his in a searing kiss that makes me equally dizzy and wet. He pulls away with a smirk.

“If I win tonight, I want you naked in our bed with a plug in that tight ass, nipple clamps, and your pussy dripping. I’m fucking starving for you, Kitten,” he growls into my ear, before biting my lobe. I shiver, and he smirks, winking at me as he backs away, climbing back into the ring.

“Ladies and gentleman, the moment you all have been waiting for, Zayn Cruz versus Carmine Roselli,” The crowd cheers as my eyes go wide. What the fuck? Why didn't he tell me this shit? He cannot kill his own brother in front of all these witnesses. Especially with Spade in jail for manslaughter.

Looking around the room for Kane, I can’t seem to find him but my eyes collide with Carmine’s and he takes his finger, slicing it across his throat and then pointing at me. I laugh as I look toward my husband whose eyes are on Carmine’s snarling like a vicious animal.

The ringmaster starts the fight and Dario lunges at him, landing a nice hit to Carmine’s cheek.

I cringe as his head snaps to the side and he stumbles from the impact of the blow.

The crowd cheers as Carmine sends a few jabs into his brother, landing them with precision, causing Dario to slam into the ropes.

My man growls and attacks, hitting Carmine with his signature move: two jabs to the chest, one to the cheek, and an upper cut for the knock out.

Carmine’s chest caves with each hit then his head snaps left and back as his whole body falls to the mat.

The ringmaster calls out the numbers and the bell rings with Dario being the winner.

“Zayn Cruz wins by KO,” he announces and the crowd goes wild, and I cheer as I watch money being passed off to those that placed bets as the clean up crew drags Carmine from the cage.

I laugh and shake my head as Dario jumps out of the ring, picking me up by my thighs, twirling me around in the air against his sweaty body.

These are the nights I live for. I just wish all of them were here to celebrate.

Two months later…

“Hey Jaxon, can you come here for a minute?” I ask as I sit at the table with Dario.

Little Man runs into the room and sits across from me with his hands folded in his lap.

“Hey, baby, we need to tell you something, and I know you might be a little too young to understand and when you get older I’ll explain more but…

” I trail off as Dario clears his throat.

“Who am I?” he asks, and Jaxon laughs.

“You’re Zayn, silly,” he answers, and I hold my breath.

“What if I told you that I am not Zayn, that I’m Dario, your Dad?” he asks, and Jaxon's eyes go wide.

“But you don’t look like Daddy,” he answers, and I smile.

“Would you believe me if I said that Daddy had gotten hurt from the explosion and had to get surgery on his face, making him look different?” I ask, and his eyes widen again.

“Umm, I don’t know, Mama. He doesn’t look like Daddy except for his eyes and the tattoos,” he answers, and I nod.

“That’s right, Little Man. I have Dario’s eyes and the same tattoos. I just have a different face.”Dario says as Jaxon gets up and sits in his lap, cupping his face, looking at him.

“Are you sure Mama? Is this a trick?” he asks, making us both laugh.

“No, honey, Zayn has always been Dario. He just couldn't tell Mommy who he was yet,” I tell him, and he nods.

“Okay, if you say so, but umm when is my other dad coming home? He’s been on vacation for a long time,” he asks, and I smile.

“Soon, baby, really soon,” I answer, and he smiles, then looks at Dario.

“If you’re my dad, then what’s my favorite drink? Oh, and my favorite food and car?” he asks, and I shake my head laughing.

“Milk, chicken nuggets, and Mustang,” Dario says, not missing a beat. Jaxon’s eyes light up and he hugs him, pressing kisses all over Dario’s face.

“I’ve missed you so much, Daddy,” he says excitedly and tears fall down my face as Hazel comes walking over, pulling on Jaxon’s shirt. “Hazel, look it’s Daddy. He’s back,” he tells her and more tears fall down my cheeks as Dario picks up our daughter, hugging both of our children.

“That’s right, son, Daddy's back for all of his babies,” he says, and I laugh as I rub my round belly. Looking at the time, I get up and Dario raises a brow.

“OB appointment. Meeting Jamie there,” I tell him, and he nods as I round the table, kissing him on the cheek along with a kiss for each of the kids.

O walks in and I kiss Prince before heading to the garage.

I’m so glad that went well because I’m not sure what I would’ve done if Jaxon had reacted differently to the news.

Getting in the G-Wagon, I jump when I see Jamie sitting in the passenger seat.

“What the fuck? Are you trying to scare me?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Well, why didn’t you look into the truck first before getting in? Rule fucking number one before getting into your vehicle. Sheesh, Jade. Get your head straight!” he says with a whole ass attitude.

“What the fuck crawled up your ass today?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“Nothing. Let’s go see our baby,” he tells me as I back out of the garage and around the driveway, out of the gates.

Getting onto the highway, I look over at him and he’s staring out the window.

I know something is up and I will get the answers I seek before getting to this damn doctor’s appointment.

“Jameson! What the fuck is your problem and don’t give me no bullshit!” I yell, and he huffs.

“I’ll tell you what the problem is. You haven’t touched me in weeks and I fucking need my wife!” he complains, and I roll my eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry your spawn of Satan wants to make me puke constantly,” I snap back, and his eyes shoot to mine.

“You’re not puking now and who's to say it's even mine?” he growls, and I pull over to the side of the road and slam on the brakes.

“What the fuck? Are you nuts?” he yells as I dig into my purse looking for a piece of paper. Once I find it, I slam it into his chest!

“Fucking read it, you jerk!” I yell, putting the truck in drive and pressing my foot to the pedal, speeding onto the highway.

“Pull over!” he yells, and I shake my head, “Jade, pull this fucking car over now!” he shouts.

“No, fuck you! Now I’m pissed!” I yell back.

“If you don’t pull this fucking car over right now, I’ll do it for you!

” he threatens, so I put my blinker on and pull off onto a dirt road, giving us a little bit of privacy.

He rips his seat belt off and swings the door open, getting out only to round the front of the truck, pulling my door open, ripping my belt off, and turning me to face him.

“It’s mine? This little spawn is truly mine?” he asks, placing both of his hands on my belly.

“Yes, Jamie, you over dramatic-Caveman!” I yell, and his eyes snap to mine as a lone tear drops out of one of his big blue eyes. “Ohh, Jamie,” I say, pulling him against me. I cup his face, wiping the tear away. “Don’t cry, you big baby. He’s ours!” I say, and his head snaps up.

“He?” he asks, and I nod.

“Say it again, Princess.” He smiles.

“He, Preston Rivers,” I whisper, and his smile gets wider. He pulls away, spinning around.

“I’m going to be a dad!” he yells, “Wahoooooooo, I’m having a son!

” he shouts again, then shakes his hips like a crazy man.

I can’t help but laugh and shake my head.

I stare at him and love fills my heart knowing I was able to give all my men a child they so desperately wanted and needed.

At this moment, I feel whole, and come tomorrow, we will be complete because Spade finally comes home.