Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
KIERRA
Three Weeks Later
“Nine, Nine, and Eight,” I say right as G shouts, “Tens across the board!” Which leads to a loud chorus of disapproval from the peanut gallery.
“You’re both crazy. That dude is a chump. Five’s and that’s being generous,” Knox claims, throwing popcorn at G’s head.
“And I say, even you’re being too generous. I wouldn’t give them more than three’s because he stumbled, and I swear he almost dropped that bitch on her head,” Legend throws out as he points to the dance partners on the television.
“Baby, you have my men up in arms about this stupid dancing shit. Can we please change the channel now?” Draven fusses into my shoulder as he continues to stroke my ever-growing belly.
“I can get up off your lap if you want to go watch TV somewhere else, babe. We were here first before you guys ever came in. It’s Dancing With The Stars night,” I inform him not really wanting to move from my spot in his lap.
The girls and I have been watching DWTS every Monday night for a few weeks now, and as the weeks have come and gone, the crowd that joins us continues to get bigger and bigger.
These guys may grumble about us hogging the television but they’ve become just as engrossed in this show as we have, which is so funny considering they always used to have a ballgame of some sort playing.
Draven is full of shit too because every Monday night once we get home he talks about the contestants while we’re in the shower.
“I would totally volunteer as tribute for this show if Stefan was going to be my partner. He’s sexy as fuck and the way he moves those hips…” Sin giggles as she fans her face and again, the peanut gallery has a comment about how he doesn’t hold a candle to them.
“Girl, give me that MMA fighter any day. He’s fine as hell, and I would absolutely let him spin me around a dance floor any time he wanted,” I throw in my two cents, laughing at the look on G’s face since she is on the same page as me. We like our men big and strong.
“I’d blow his fucking head off before I let him touch you, baby.
Plus, you’d puke all over him if there was any spinning involved seeing as how you still get sick all the fucking time.
My son would have my back on keeping you out of another man’s arms,” he growls into my neck while holding my stomach possessively, making everyone laugh.
Rolling my eyes I say, “Leave it to my man to be jealous of a television star hypothetically touching me.”
“Ain’t jealous woman. Just telling you how it is.
You’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can touch what belongs to me,” Draven threatens as he tilts me to the side so he can pull his phone from his jean pocket.
Once he has it pulled out I look down at the text he got from Kidd and read that my sister is at the gates demanding to see me.
“Shit,” I hear him mumble under his breath.
“Tell him to bring her in, Draven. She has a lot of explaining to do,” I’m annoyed that we were having such a good evening and she just had to show up and ruin our easy-going night.
“You sure, baby? I can have Kidd send her away,” he probes, searching my face for assurance, and probably noticing that my anxiety is starting to spike.
“I’m positive. It’s long overdue, and I’m ready to deal with this.
She’s been gone all this time and thinks she can just waltz in like she didn’t abandon Nash.
No, I don’t think so.” I climb out of his lap and start pacing, trying to calm down since I feel myself getting agitated.
She has no idea the shit I’ve suffered because of her fucking with the wrong people, and as usual, she thought that she could take what wasn’t hers.
“Kierra,” she calls out when she sees me and attempts to run towards me, but Kidd grabs her arm to stop her just as Draven steps in front of me.
There is no way Draven is going to let her get anywhere near me after everything that she’s put me through because of her absence.
He’s just as pissed at her as I am, if not more.
“What do you want, Sierra?” I hiss, stepping around Draven and getting into her face. Draven steps in behind me and secures his hand against the slight swell of my belly. I don’t miss the way my sister’s eyes flare in recognition.
“You’re pregnant? What? How?” She looks over my shoulder at Draven and narrows her eyes.
“I don’t think I need to tell you how babies are made and yes, we’re pregnant. Now, what do you want, Sierra?”
“What do you mean, what do I want? You have my son and I want him back! We’re leaving and going back to Cuba.
If you don’t mind going and getting him, we can be on our way and get out of your hair,” she says, scratching at her arms and fidgeting.
When I take a second to really look at her, I can tell that she’s blitzed and tweaking on some shit.
There is no way in hell I am letting my innocent nephew leave with her.
“Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You abandoned him, Sierra.
You never called once to check on him. Even now, you’re fucking high.
Who will watch out for him while you continue to put that poison in your body, huh?
No. You’re not taking off with my nephew and causing him any more harm than you already have,” I shout at her and watch as right before my very eyes she realizes she isn’t going to get her way like she usually does.
The days of catering to the women in my family are over.
“I’m sorry, Kierra. I know I messed up and I should have called but I need Nash so we can get out of here,” she says looking around like she’s paranoid that someone is going to jump out and grab her.
“You think that’s why I’m pissed, Sierra? You have no fucking clue what you stealing from the Cuban Kings has cost me. Yeah, I know about that because that crazy fucker took me, Sierra. He took me and he did things…” My voice catches as the memories of what Pinball did to me come to the forefront.
Draven immediately picks up on my distress and takes over completely.
“Take her to the shed until Kierra has a chance to calm down and makes up her mind what she wants to do about this shit,” he barks, staring down my sister with narrowed, hate-filled eyes.
Legend and Wrath quickly jump into action and haul her out of the common room kicking and screaming as she begs for me to let her have Nash.
I would probably consider it if it weren’t for her history.
The last time she pulled this shit, my nephew was left alone for over twenty-four hours while she took off with her friends to party and get high.
If I let her take him, there’s no telling what his future will hold.
I feel my heart start to race even more, and my breathing accelerates when I remember what the social worker said would happen if my sister didn’t get clean and stay that way.
I know I have no legal leg to stand on, and I can feel the panic set in when I realize there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop Sierra from taking off with Nash.
I feel sick when I realize that if she takes him to Cuba, I will have no way to check up on him.
“Kierra, you gotta calm down. All this stress isn’t good for the baby,” G says, rushing to my side and pulling me into a hug. I know she’s right, but I can’t seem to get my breathing to slow.
“Move,” Draven urges, pushing G away from me and scooping me up into his arms so he can take me upstairs to our room. “Need you to calm down, baby. Can you do that for me?” he pleads, stepping into our room and kicking the door closed.
“I’m trying,” I croak, snuggling into his embrace as he lays us down on our bed.
“Shh. Take slow, steady breaths. Feel that?” he asks, placing my hand on his heart. “Need you to relax and slow your heartbeat down like mine, yeah?”
“Yeah. We can’t let her take him, Draven.
You don’t know the shit she’s pulled before and Nash was the one to suffer.
The last time she got strung out like this Nash was left in their trailer alone for over twenty-four hours.
The neighbors finally called the cops thinking something had happened to my sister because the baby never stopped crying.
If it hadn’t been for the cop wanting to get in my pants, I don’t think they would have let me take Nash out of there. ”
“I understand that Kierra, but you getting yourself all worked up isn’t going to do anything to help the situation.
Nash is safe right now with Thorn and Mila.
Sierra isn’t going to get her hands on him.
He’s ours now and if you want it to remain that way, then I’ll make it so.
You tell me what you want, and then you relax and trust me to do what is best, yeah? ”
“Yeah,” I whisper, pulling away to go to the bathroom. I am going to trust Draven to do what’s best for our family because he’s the only one who has always kept his word when he says that he is going to do something.
“Draven!” I call out frantically when I see a spot of blood in my panties. Oh god, no. Please don’t let me lose this baby.
“Fuck!” he shouts when he comes into the bathroom and sees the blood.
I feel like I’m in a fog as I watch him hurriedly pull his phone out of his pocket and place a call to Dr. Sloan.
When the doctor answers Viper is growling and being an asshole, urgently wanting to know what we need to do.
Once he’s clear on how we need to proceed, he hangs up and rushes back into our room.
He’s only gone a second and when he comes back, he has a change of clothes for me and is demanding, “Hurry up. We need to get to the hospital. Dr. Sloan is going to meet us there.” His sharp voice snaps me out of my frozen state and with shaking hands, I quickly change my clothes.
I cling to his hand as he leads me out of the clubhouse and puts me in my car.