Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(49)

“What are you thinking on so hard over there?”

Escaping my thoughts, I look over at Jean. Fuck it. “I’m pregnant with twins,” I blurt out.

Their eyes widen in shock before they break into huge smiles.

“AHHHH!” Kayla yells.

I laugh. Everyone hugs me.

“Damn, Jordan has got some super swimmers.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh at Jean. I hug her, and she sits back down. I love these women.

“Our kids are going to be growing up together,” Kayla pipes in.

Yes, all of our kids are going to be close together in age.

“Dude.” Jean busts out laughing and bangs her hand on the table. “Techy told me Alisha told a lady she was so loose it’s like throwing a hot dog down the hallway,” she tells everyone, and I notice a bunch of people looking in our direction.

I am going to kill Jordan! Why did he tell her that?

“Oh my God.” Kayla holds her stomach and laughs.

Everyone joins along. Fuck it. I join in, and I have to admit that it’s funny. That woman was a total snob! She thought she was better than I am and better than everyone. She needed to be brought down a couple of notches. People like that are nobody pretending to be someone and it pisses me off. They put their pants on one leg at a time like everyone else.

“I’m going to hire someone to plan my wedding. I don’t want to have one, and Ryan insists on having a wedding so all of his brothers can be in it. I’m just not someone who can plan weddings, because I couldn’t care less.” Myra smiles and take a bite of her food.

“I don’t blame you, girl! I heard that one of Braelyn’s friends is a wedding planner, so I would ask Brae,” Chrystal tells her.

“Good idea!”

After finishing my food, I stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

A prospect is stationed at every entrance of the restaurant to make sure someone who isn’t wanted doesn’t come in. Walking by a booth of women, I see one stick their foot out. I attempt to jump over it, but I still stumble. Luckily I catch myself and stand back up. I turn to see who stuck their leg out.

Oh my god!

It’s the bitch from Victoria’s Secret!

She arches a pencil-thin eyebrow at me, and it pisses me off. I could have fallen, gotten hurt, and hurt my babies. That shit isn’t going to fly with me. After picking her glass of wine up, I dump the contents over her head.

She screams, and I throw the glass in her face. Her head snaps back with a thump, and I laugh. After cocking my fist back, I punch her hard on the nose and then again on the mouth.

She screams again and her hand flies out, grabbing my hair. She pulls but not hard enough to really hurt. Pulling my hair loose, I reach and grab her. I pull hard as I can and pull a wad full out of her head.

“Pull my hair, bitch. I’ll pull you bald! You could have hurt me!” I scream and pull another wad out.

After throwing the hair down onto her lap, I spin around to go back to the ladies. I jump back at the sight of all of them standing there.

“Remind me to never piss you off!” Chrystal chuckles and wraps her arm around me.

“I got the shit on camera!” Jean yells, and I roll my eyes.

“Fuck, Alisha. What did you do now?” Vinny looks at me and the crying woman.

Sighing, I place my hands on my hips. “She tripped me and I almost fell. It pissed me off because I’m pregnant.”

Vinny’s jaw tightens with anger. “Call your man and tell him to pick you up!” he yells.

She flinches. She grabs her phone and runs out of the restaurant.

Vinny calls Jordan. Well, there goes girls’ day. I look at the girls, and they nod in understanding. Wrapping my arm around Chrystal’s back, I lay my head on her shoulder. That woman shouldn’t be doing that shit. I know she overheard our conversation and did that on purpose to hurt me. What if she had done it to Kayla? That would have been absolutely horrible!

It isn’t normal for that woman to be here. Is she following me? What if I had fallen and landed on my stomach or struck something and hurt my babies? Touching my stomach, I let out a shaky breath. Tears well in my eyes.

“Oh, Alisha.” Myra wraps me in her arms.

I lay my head on her shoulder, crying. I’m more shaken up than I thought. I’m just fearful of losing the babies, and the thought of that hurts me.





I just got the call from Vinny. Alisha was tripped by the same woman from Victoria’s Secret the other day. She tripped her on purpose, and Alisha beat her up.

Walking into the restaurant, I see she’s crying. Fuck. It hits me like a Mack truck to see that she’s upset.

“Angel?” I call for her.

She raises her head, looking at me. Her eyes are wet, and she’s holding her stomach. I get it now. She was scared because that bitch tripped her and could have hurt her and our babies.