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I stare at the beautiful twins sleeping in their cot in the NICU. God, they are stunning children, and now they are mine. I hate how they came to be but I can’t get mad about it anymore, I have children now. Children that will need a mother’s love, and they will absolutely get that from me.
I think about the children I lost and tear up, all those missed out chances I had, and now look at me. A mother, even if it comes by adoption. I’ll be the best mother I can possibly be. These children are going to be so spoiled with love that they’ll drown in it.
“We should go see Jordan,” Rage says after about an hour of us sitting here just watching these beautiful babies.
“Why?” I ask him, I want nothing to do with that woman, not after everything that she’s done. I still can’t believe she was planning on killing Rage’s other children just so hers would be all he has.
“Because she needs to sign off on the adoption officially, and the only way to do that is to get in there while she’s doped up on pain medication.” He’s right, I don’t know if she’s going to sign, but part of me thinks she will because she knows the only other option is her death. I don’t think Rage will kill her without cause, and she hasn’t done anything in months. I strongly believe that she’ll live as long as she signs over her rights so I can adopt these babies.
“Okay, let’s go.” I hold out my hand for him to take and we head on out, giving one last look to the babies. Doc says they should only be in here for a few weeks, and that’s fine with us, gives me more time to work on the nursery.
We walk, hand-in-hand down the halls of the hospital and go to Jordan’s room, except, she’s not in here. Where could she be?
“Where is she?” Rage roars. Nurses come flying into the room.
“Sir, you need to calm down,” one nurse tries to placate him.
“Calm? Where the fuck is the bitch that just gave birth to my kids?”
I try to calm him in my way but instead he shrugs me off and paces the room.
“Miss, she just had a twins via a c-section, could she have gone anywhere?” I ask the nurse that seems to be the calmest despite Rage going nuts.
“We had her up and walking a few hours ago, so it’s not impossible, but she couldn’t have left the hospital. I’ll check with security and see if we can find her.” She pats me on the shoulder and leaves the room.
I walk out next, going to find Hangman because Rage is too angry for me to deal with right now and spot him and Kara playing go fish. “Hey.” I get Hangman’s attention and snap my fingers to Gunner and Decker.
Dirty takes over for Hangman and plays with Kara as the men come to me.
“What’s wrong?” Hangman demands as he gets close.
“Jordan is missing, we went to the room after seeing the babies and she’s gone, nurses don’t even know how she’s gone just but she is. They are checking security now.”
“Fuck.” Hangman grinds out and Decker takes off, from what Rage told me he’s the best damn tracker this club has, so, hopefully, he can find her.
“I’ll call up Wiz and Manic, they can hack the servers in the hospital and see if she left,” Gunner says and pulls out his phone.
“What do you need from me?” Hangman asks, rubbing at his beard.
“Rage is losing it, I need someone to calm him down, and watch Kara, I’m going home to check on Weston. And we’ll also need someone to swing by the other moms house to check on the boys.”
Hangman nods. “On it. You be safe. If you see Jordan, call us right away.” He walks away toward Jordan’s room. Hopefully, he can calm Rage down. He needs to be level-headed.
I grab my purse and say a quick goodbye to Kara and rush out and to my car. Driving home doesn’t take me long and I notice the lights still on. Weston is still up.
Getting inside the house, my blood turns to ice and I drop to the ground as a gunshot rings out. I can’t get to my phone right now. Hopefully, someone heard that and calls it in.
“Jordan, put the gun down.” I look at Weston who is standing in the living room with his hands up, he looks pissed more than scared. “You okay, Weston?”
“Yeah, but this crazy bitch came in miming shit a few minutes before you, waving the gun around. She doesn’t look like she can stand for long, often leans against the wall.” I bet she is, having a c-section is no joke, it’s a surgery I had when I lost one of my babies at the five-month mark. I’m surprised she’s doing this now, instead of waiting for when she healed more.
“Jordan, put down the gun, we can talk.”
She opens her mouth and words finally come out of her, but they sound more slurred. “You took what was mine, so now, I’m taking everything from you.” Her words are garbled, almost as if this is the first time she’s ever spoken. I’m not surprised, in the year and a half that I’ve known her, she has never uttered a word.
“Rage was never yours Jordan.”
“My babies!” she yells and points the gun towards Weston. “I’m going to take his.”
She fires off a bullet and I rush in, taking it instead. It hits me in the chest and I go down like a bag of sand. Fuck, that hurts. I’ve never been shot before, stabbed sure, but not shot. And I’m not sure what pain is worse right now.
“You bitch!” Weston yells and rushes Jordan, knocking her down and she cries out in pain. But I don’t stay awake long enough to know what else is happening because darkness overcomes me.