Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“”Fixing to” is not correct either. You should say” I am about to”, not “fixin’ to”.” He teased.
I’ve heard this one before, and not just from him. He strapped the tree to the top of the truck, and then we headed off to get Mexican food that was just down the road from the tree farm. We continued our argument the entire way.
Sam snaked his hand over and grabbed mine that was resting against my enormous stomach. He linked our fingers, and laid our hands back on top of my stomach. The baby on my right side started kicking, and I smiled. There wasn’t much that could make my life any better than it was right now. Nothing could ruin this feeling.
Or so I thought.
Chapter 21
Tuesday-7 p.m.
CHEYENNE
“And where is Mr. McKenzie tonight, Shamu?” Ember asked.
“He went for a guy’s night. Kind of like a last night out with the guys before the babies get here.” I answered her.
I was folding baby clothes and putting them away in the dresser. I washed them all with that expensive as fuck baby detergent, and then folded them all into little god damned piles. Earlier I had packed a diaper bag, and the hospital bag. I had been putting this off because I really hated doing laundry, and laundry I would have to do if I wanted to pack a bag.
“That must be why all us women are supposed to be gathering here. They said Elliott had a little cold so he will be hanging with us this evening with Blaine. They should be here shortly, I told them to grab some pizza.” Ember said absently, picking up a tiny onesie and folding it.
We were almost to the end of the basket when Blaine and Elliott walked in. Blaine was carrying a two liter of Dr. Pepper in one hand, and Mountain Dew in the other. Since I wasn’t able to drink, they decided to go non-alcoholic tonight, just for me.
Elliott was carrying the pizza, and set it down on the table. His phone must have vibrated, because he pulled it out of his pocket and scanned it, then replaced it back into his pocket. He looked tense, almost like he and Blaine had a row before they came in. I reminded myself to ask her later what happened.
We spent the next three hours laughing and watching a new romantic comedy. Elliott was a good sport, and never once complained about our movie tastes. I glanced at him every so often, and noticed that Blaine and Ember were also giving him curious glances. He wasn’t acting his usual self, so either he was upset, or he was sicker than he was letting on. It wasn’t normal for him to be so distant. He was usually the life of the party, and always had a joke to say, but tonight he was just so serious.
Periodically he would take his phone out of his pocket, scan it, and then replace it again. I wondered if he was keeping in touch with Sam, because that was something that he would do. I however didn’t receive one text message, and I was beginning to worry. It wasn’t normal for him to go more than an hour. He was always so worried that I would go into labor. I only had four weeks left, and the doctor said it was normal for twin pregnancies to happen anywhere from thirty two to thirty eight weeks.
Since I was on my thirty sixth week, it could be anytime, and since the babies were both in breech position I would be getting a C-section in two more weeks if something didn’t happen before then.
We were on our second movie when I started to get a very bad feeling that something horrible was wrong. I just didn’t feel right.
SAM
11:09 P.M.
“He’s here. Walking around west side. He should be at your door in two minutes or less.” Jack said through my earpiece.
“Copy.” I whispered. “Follow the plan.”
I waited in the shadows casted by the street lamp that ran along the outer edge of the warehouse. The door that Malcolm was supposed to be entering was to the right of where I was standing. Two minutes came and went, and I was just about to confirm with Jack again when Malcolm cautiously entered through the door.
According to the rookie cop that we interrogated, Malcolm would head for the room straight in front of him, and await him. Tonight Malcolm was in for an ugly surprise.
Malcolm strode across the floor, and was entering the room when I made it up behind him. I had my .45 in my hand, and had it pointed at the back of his head before I spoke.
“Hello, Malcolm. Long time no see.” I said to him.
At the sound of my voice he froze. It took him all of three seconds before he came unstuck and reached for his gun that was in a shoulder holster underneath his arm.
“Stop.” I said to him. “Hands up.”
Malcolm raised his hands above his head just as Max’s voice crackled in my ear.
“Bogie. Coming in hard on right side.” Max growled into the earpiece.
“Two more coming in on the right.” James said about his end.
“Take them out.” I said to them.
I heard agreements, but no gunshots. My men didn’t need weapons to get the job done. We didn’t want to alert anyone to what we were doing, and if there were any gun shots, then we would have the cop’s attention since there were other businesses nearby, with a steady pedestrian population.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Perfect! How is that sweet woman doing? The babies thriving?” he said viciously.
One after the other, Jack, Gabe, James, and Max reported that their men were down. They were to stay outside until we had more info on who else would be joining this meeting. The rookie didn’t have a clue, so we were playing it safe and monitoring the outside just in case.
“On your knees, spread them wide.” I said to him calmly.