13. Chapter 12
Ivy
Nausea hits, and I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to breathe through it before sudden dizziness takes over, my memory a little foggy.
What on earth? I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds in the ring.
My mouth waters and I shoot up but groan as I quickly put my hand on my head as the room spins before I quickly climb off what I’m now realizing is Psycho’s bed and stumble over to the bathroom, the dark oak door already open and promptly I fall to my knees as I lift the toilet lid before I vomit, the two pancakes I could manage this morning coming out as everything comes back to me.
The wedding.
Mama.
Psycho.
And despite throwing up, everything in me relaxes.
He got to me in time, stopped the mess I had gotten myself into, and saved me from hell.
I heave until the bile stops, my stomach tightening, hurting with each heave before I grip the toilet seat and breathe heavily, suddenly happy that Psycho keeps the place clean.
I take deep breaths before slowly standing, dizziness still taking hold and I go to the sink, grab my toothbrush that I left here, quickly brush my teeth, and spit the foam in the sink before looking in the mirror.
I wince.
Oh, jeez. My makeup has smeared, and my hair is a big mess…. Damn, I look like something out of a horror movie.
Shaking my head, I quickly grab my wipes and remove the crap before brushing my hair and putting it in a messy bun, suddenly happy I left this stuff here on our movie night, the night we made our child.
I scrunch my nose at the hideous dress and unzip it halfway down my back, not able to lower it any lower and I growl and look around the bathroom for some scissors but don’t see any.
Rolling my eyes at Psycho being a typical man, I turn and leave the bathroom, kicking the dress as I go before I leave Psycho’s room, half smiling at the picture of him and I on my eighteen-birthday sitting on his nightstand that catches my eye.
I go down the curved staircase, careful not to trip over the monstrosity of a dress, and head to the front door.
The fact that the thing is white is just hilarious.
“Hey Cain,” I say as I open it and he turns my way with a raised brow and I get it I should be kicking off right now, screaming and shouting, maybe trying to leave to get to my groom at the alter but instead I turn and ask, “Can you close your eyes and pull the rest of the zip down please?”
The man clears his throat before I feel the rest of the zipper being pulled down and I quickly grab the dress at my breasts, not wanting this man to lose his life especially when he’s going to make an amazing brother and treasurer for the club when he completes his prospecting phase and I turn back to him.
I smile, and his hazel eyes widen suddenly, scared, before confusion takes hold when I ask, “Did Psycho leave my phone with you? Luna had it.”
He clears his throat again, puts his hand in his pocket, and hands it over. I smile again and say, “Thanks. Can you let the alpha man know I’m awake now, please, and I would like to see him?”
He clears his throat again, the six-foot-something beast of a man looking even more scared by my reaction, and he nods.
I chuckle and walk inside, hearing his “What the fuck,” as I close the door behind me, which I grin at before making my way back upstairs to Psycho’s room.
I know I have a pair of leggings still here, though I won’t be able to fit in my top, so I’ll just ‘borrow’ one of his by borrow I mean steal and never give back.
After changing, I sit cross-legged on Psycho’s black sheets, smiling a little at the picture of us. The smiles gracing our faces send butterflies shooting through my stomach, and I shake my head.
“Never should have believed he’d screw Misty after our night together,” I mutter before bringing up Hayden’s number and swallowing hard.
“Okay, here goes nothing,” I whisper, pressing on the ass’s name.
It’s time to bargain for Mama’s life. I know she doesn’t want Dad to know about her diagnosis.
I understand she’s trying to live for herself or at least I think she is, but I also deserve to live for myself, and like hell am I allowing that man to bring up Psycho’s baby.
Besides, I’m not really betraying her when I was taken.
“You have a lot of fucking nerve bitch!” he answers, “Standing me up at the altar, something I didn’t fucking want and embarrasses me in front of my men! When I find your fucking mother, she is dead and so is everyone you ever loved.”
I grin widely. Guess I wasn’t the only one my best friend took, huh?
“Oh, so you haven’t got Mama then?” I confirm and he growls making me chuckle before I state, “Okay Mobster wanna be,” he growls again but I ignore him, “One, I didn’t stand you up, I was knocked out by Psycho and two, you really expect to take down the Dark Angels?”
He’s quiet for a moment, obviously thinking before he confirms, “You got knocked out?”
I hum and admit, “By chloroform no less.” He curses and I smile, happy Psycho came through and that the idiot didn’t think to try and put a man on me, and I state, “Now, here is the new plan. I’m Psycho’s, I always have been something Mama was aware of, so now Dad will be getting involved.
You will get every cent paid back to you, including the interest, and I wouldn’t try and fight it.
You don’t want me anyhow, I’m pregnant, remember? ”
Hayden breathes heavily before I hear, “Son, Blade is on the line. You need to take it.”
I physically relax as Hayden hangs up without another word and my eyes tear up, the pressure Mama put on me finally taking hold now that the club has gotten involved.
“I should have gone to Psycho instead of punishing him,” I whisper before standing and leaving his comfy bed.
After vomiting and the stress of the day has diminished, I’m famished. Maybe I can get some food before Psycho shows up and we hash everything out and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the guy at the end of it all.
Walking down the hallway and to the stairs, I bring up my group text thread.
Me: Psycho came through and even grabbed Mama as well, though instead of throwing me over his shoulder like I thought he’d do, he used chloroform xxx
I press send and descend the stairs before my phone goes off, and I check it.
My Girlies – Raya: aha, I knew it! xx
I chuckle before it goes off again, twice.
My Girlies – Sky: Knew I always liked that man xx.
My Girlies – Lake: Oh thank god... xx
I grin widely, but it slowly fades as I stop on the bottom step. A memory hits me, or more like a smell, before I was knocked out, and I frown, trying to place it…
“Jax,” I whisper, and he looks my way, raising a brow, pausing, putting the cigarette in his mouth. I chew my bottom lip, and I ask, “Can you stop smoking?”
He tilts his head and asks, “You don’t like it when I smoke?”
I shake my head slowly and whisper, “I don’t want to lose you.”
His light brown eyes soften, and he drops the cigarette on the floor and says, “Okay, then I’ll quit.”
My eyes widen, and I gasp, “Really?” He nods, and I bring my pinkie up and say, “Swear it?”
Jax grins widely and hooks his pinkie with mine before he twists our joined fingers and kisses mine, and I kiss his as he whispers, “I promise, cupcake…”
That mother!
The front door opens, and I look up in time to see Psycho storm in with a face like thunder, and I get it.
I didn’t come to him, didn’t trust him, believing he’d sleep with Misty, something over the past four months I have to come to realize was me believing the worst without talking to him even though he never deserved it, he was putting me first as he always does by allowing me to think the worst, something again I never should have done because I know him, I know what is in his heart.
Heck, I basically played him to see how he truly felt about me like an idiot instead of informing him he’s my dream not New York but the man is on my shit list.
He promised me he would quit!
Eyeing the vase on a small table near me, I pick it up and throw it in his direction, my emotions taking over. He quickly ducks, just being missed, being hit.
His eyes wide come my way and I shout, “ You lying piece of shit!”