Bucked: The Mountain Man's Babies(23)

I nod back. “Buck,” I whisper, my babies in my arms, my legs covered in blood, Harper using a knife to cut the umbilical cord, our entire life – the one we haven’t even begun to share – flashing before our eyes. “I love you. Completely.”

“Oh Rosie,” he says. “I love you forever.”

Time stops. Buck loves me. And I love him.

And I don’t know how long our forever will be, but right now, his love is mine.

Then the men are gone, slamming the door shut, and Harper’s triplets are crying now, realizing there is a lot of commotion that no cartoon can hide it. Harper steadily presses a towel between my legs, then takes a baby from my arms, carrying her into the bedroom. She returns a moment later, taking the second babe.

“Try to stand, I’ll be right here for you to hold onto,” she calmly states.

I move to get up, my legs shaking, my body exposed. I manage to get to the bedroom, into the bed. She brings me my babies, and goes to get hers.

A minute later we’re all in the bedroom, the triplets on the floor, Harper in the bathroom getting wet rags to clean the girls. All the while we’re both in shock, fear. Horror.

Outside there are screams.

A gun shot.

Harper’s eyes meet mine. “Our men are strong, Rosie. They aren’t city boys. They are mountain men. They know how to take care of themselves, but more than that, they know how to protect the ones they love.”#p#分页标题#e#

I hope like hell she is right.





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I don’t know who these motherfuckers think they are, showing up on my property, pulling out their fucking guns. Thinking they can what? Come to my home and take away my woman and my children?

Oh, hell no.

“You better back the fuck away,” I yell, coming toward them. “I’ll fight. I’ll fire. I’ll put you in the grave.”

“Easy now, “Jaxon says, walking beside me. “You come out here guns blazing and these fuckers will shoot first.”

I nod, knowing he’s right. “What do you want?” I ask. There are three men here, dark hair, dark eyes, three piece suits and trench coats. None of them have a prayer of getting close to Rosie.

“We’re here for the girl.”

“No. She’s staying.”

“Like hell she is. She is my property. My kin. You have no claim over her.”

“How did you find us here?”

“She’s a stupid suka, told the starushka she was leaving, and where.” The man smiles smugly. “We killed the starushka for keeping secrets.”



My jaw tenses. I’m ready to blow up this motherfucker’s face. He is the one that has kept Rosie small. He is the one who taught her that she is weak, when I just witnessed her strength. He is the one who must pay.

“You’re Rosie’s uncle?”

“Yes, I am,” he spits out. “And I don’t think you know who you are talking to.”

“Oh, I know who I’m talking to alright. I’m talking to the son of a bitch who treated Rosie like a piece of property.” I can’t hold back anymore, I charge at him, ready to knock him to the ground.

I connect my fist to his jaw, and there’s a loud crack. The men with him jump into action, pulling out their guns on me.

“We got him,” one of the men call to her uncle. “You go get Rosalind.”

“Over my dead body,” I shout, reaching for my gun.

“You better think twice,” her uncle responds, making a break for the door, holding his face with his hand.

I don’t hesitate. I pull the trigger, connecting the bullet to his leg. Knowing the blow will drop him like a fly.

“Motherfucker,” he screams, falling on my porch.

“You want to play this game?” I ask his entourage. “Because I know two things. You aren’t getting inside and I have back up on their way.”

Jaxon kicks the gun out of the uncle’s hand the moment he tries to pull himself up. Grabbing the gun, Jaxon and I leer above the two asshats who think they are in the same league as us.

At that moment, an ambulance rolls up the drive, lights blaring, siren roaring. The jerkoffs drop their guns, realizing we mean business.

We aren’t fucking around and we sure as hell aren’t letting anyone near our women and children.

We are mountain men.





Epilogue





One year later …





I finish adding candles to the birthday cake the moment Buck’s parents arrive, arms filled with wrapped gifts for the girls, smiles on their faces, flowers for me.

It never gets old, this family. The love they offer so freely.

Last year, after the twins and I were transported to the hospital, Buck called his parents, letting them know the news. All of it.