Brothers Black: Wyatt the Heartbreaker (22 page)

Chapter Thirty Six

Nellie

Crap, crap, crap.
I think as I stab angrily at my waffles. Things like this only happen to me. With the shot, my periods have always been irregular. When I missed the first one, I didn’t think much of it. Sure Wyatt and I have been trying for a baby, but it wasn’t the first time I had missed a cycle since I stopped the shot.

That was what was so frustrating in the beginning, but this time, I just felt different. I noticed little things right before Wyatt left. Like my jeans becoming a little snug. I thought it was from all the takeout we were eating. I had been sneaking off to spend time with Kamara and the twins and helping out where I could.

TJ gets sick a lot. It makes things hard with Kamara needing to be in hiding. Christ, the things Toby goes through to hide his family. I am exhausted most times when I follow the routine he mapped out for me to follow.

So far no one in the family has found out, but I felt really bad when Bean figured it out. It couldn’t be helped. Toby was out of town and Kamara needed to get TJ to the doctor. Bean was in the car with me returning to work from lunch. Kamara was in tears and I didn’t know what else to do.

Toby took it well, but he made Bean swear not to tell Noah. I think Toby was relieved to have at least one more person he could count on. Thank God TJ has been doing better in the last month or so. I haven’t been as much help.

Wyatt has been gone for two months and I have been sick every morning since he left. So now I have two secrets I am keeping from my husband, which only puts my stomach in more knots. If he would have known this before he left, he never would have gone. I know it.
Crap, crap, crap.

A knife and fork clattering to a plate pulls me from my reverie. They are followed by a sharp gasp. “You’re pregnant,” Cassidy exclaims.

My head pops up, my eyes wide as they connect with hers. I look around the table to see everyone is staring at me. I drop my fork and clutch my t-shirt over my stomach.

I nod and Cassidy squeals in delight. “Have you told Wyatt,” she sings.

I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “I didn’t know until after he left.

“He is going to be so excited. When are you going to tell him?” Her face is red with joy. I know I should be just as happy, but I am three months pregnant and Wyatt is not going to be able to focus if I tell him. His safety is more important right now.

“I can’t tell him,” I shake my head. “He needs to focus on work. He’ll bail and come straight home if I tell him.”

“She’s right Ma,” Johnathan says watching me.

Joe heaves a sigh. “Shit, the boy is going to ream me for this. He tried to tell me he had a feeling he shouldn’t go. Nel and John are right, Cass. They could blow the whole operation if they leave now, and trust me the moment he knows he is leaving.”

“But don’t the two of you skype or facetime or something every day, how are you going to keep this from him for another two months? I’m surprised he hasn’t figured it out yet. I mean look at your tits, Nellie,” Cassidy points to my top.

I can’t help but laugh. My mother in law is a hot mess. She is right though they have gotten huge. I’ve had to get creative when Wyatt calls.

“I wear his dress shirts when he calls. I told him I wear them because I miss him. I figured if I started wearing them now he wouldn’t notice,” I say and wrinkle my nose.

Joe and Cassidy roar with laughter. Johnathan shakes his head and smirks at me. Felix, Braxton, and Ryan seem to still be in shock. Toby sits quietly smiling, he already knew. He and Kamara have been as much help to me as I have been to them when I need. I look at Bean and she looks like she is trying to blend into the wall. Of course, she knew too.

Braxton is the first to break out of the trance. “I’m going to be an Uncle? Wow, he told us he wanted to be a dad, but …wow,” Braxton draws a hand down his face, his eyes fixed on my belly. “Wow.”

“We all know when he wants something he goes for it. Balls out, no regrets,” Ryan says with a smile.

“My first nephew,” Braxton beams. I wince at his words and look over to Toby. “This shit is going to be so cool.”

Toby’s smile fades a little and a distant look crosses his face. I know what he is thinking. I had joined him to talk to Kwäzē a few days ago. He seemed to be sincere in just wanting to see his sister safe. I hope things can be resolved soon. It is taking its toll on everyone.

“Well let me be the first to say what no one else has,” Felix says pulling my attention back to everyone else. “Congratulations.”

Everyone gets up to give me hugs and rub the little bump that just started to form within the last week. I feel a little better knowing I’m not the only one that thinks I should be holding this secret. I feel like a can breathe a little better.

That is until Cassidy hugs me. “I still think he is going to be pissed as a tart at a women’s convention, but you’ll smooth that over when the time comes,” she winks at me.

I burst into laughter and breakfast goes back to normal. Just another Sunday with the Blacks, two more months to go and Wy will be home. I can do this.

~B~

Wyatt

“You’re so beautiful. Damn, I miss you,” I say into the tablet as I look at my wife’s sweet face.

She looks tired but still sexy as fuck. Her curls are spilling over her pillow. Her lips look extra puffy and she is in one of my shirts again. I don’t know if that is truly the sexiest thing I have ever seen or if I am just horny as hell. Honestly, it is both.

It has been two months without her and I need her something bad. I can’t believe I let my father talk me into taking this assignment. I have to be away from my wife for another two months.

I have thought about flying her in a few times and going over a town or two to spend time with her, but that is just me being selfish. I’m glad I didn’t this has turned into a little more work than we thought about a week ago. If things keep going this way, we may need to call in, at least, one more brother.

“I miss you too,” she says with a shy smile.

I would love to kiss her right now. I’m exhausted, horny, and frustrated. “Baby, will you do me a favor,” I ask as sexily as I can.

Her smile grows and she lifts a brow. “What do you need,” she asks.

I bite my lip knowing Nellie may not be game. She is still shy about so much. It is better when I am there to guide her. I mentally shrug thinking,
what the hell, go for it.

“First, can you move the camera so I can see your tits,” I lift a brow back at her as I reach to squeeze my stiff cock.

She laughs nervously, “Really Wyatt?”

“Yeah, Baby. I miss you so much. Help me out here,” I whisper.

“Wyatt, I don’t think I can fit a better view on this camera,” she says quickly. “What if I play with myself and you watch my face. I can be vocal.”

I don’t know what turns me on more. The suggestion she is making or the shy way she makes it. My hand is already in my briefs tugging. Heck, I wasn’t expecting her to agree to this much.

“Yeah Baby, that will work,” I groan.

Shit, I have a sexy wife. She looks me in the eyes through the camera and she gives herself the hottest orgasm I have ever seen. Boy, is she ever vocal. I briefly try to remember if she is this loud and intoxicating when I am home and inside her.

Her lips part and her big brown eyes widen. Her phone slips in her hands and I get a glimpse of her cleavage through the open buttons of my shirt she is wearing. Damn, her tits look fucking huge.

“Wyatt,” she cries out and I am coming all over myself in no time. Nellie has a dreamy look on her face, and I know I should let her get some sleep. She has to work in the morning.

“I love you so much,” I tell her as I catch my breath.

“I love you too,” she says sleepily.

“Go to bed baby. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I say reluctantly.

“I love you, Wyatt. I can’t wait until you come home. I need you,” she says in a small whisper.

It tugs at my heart. I really feel her words. I am almost tempted to call this whole thing off and go to her. I need her too. I hate the sadness that enters her eyes before she has time to cover it up.

“I love you too, Baby. I need you so much. I’ll do what I can to wrap this shit up as fast as I can,” I promise.

“Be safe Wy, don’t rush if you can’t be safe,” she pleads.

“Always Baby. I love you, good night,” I reply.

“Love you too, night.”

Chapter Thirty Seven

Wyatt

I have a pain in my chest. It hasn’t gone away since last night when I talked to Nellie. She looked more tired than usual and something else was off. How do you tell your wife she looks like she needs to go see a doctor on video chat without her going off on you?

Right now I wish I would have just done it. I have this sinking feeling something is off. I called her this morning, but I didn’t get an answer. Noah and I plan to wrap this assignment up in the next few days. He is itching to get home as much as I am. I think we have all we need.

I hate taking these government cases. They always come to us with the shit they don’t want to touch but have no problem looking the other way for us to get our hands dirty in. That only means we have to do things just right so it doesn’t blowback on us.

If this were a clean cut case, we could have been home by now. I glare at my computer as I watch Noah with one of our contacts. It is the last package we will be dropping off from this location. All the rest of what they want they will get from Dad and Rob at headquarters.

My computer starts ringing and I see it is Toby. Anyone calling from the office at this hour would have critical information to the case that could be covering our ass. I answer without hesitation.

I know something is wrong right away. Dad is standing behind Toby and his face is bright red with rage. Mom is on Toby’s other side and her face is a mask of shock and horror as she gazes toward Toby with glazed over eyes.

“Wyatt, we need you home now. I fucked up man,” Toby sobs out.

“What…slow down what is going on?” I say as calmly as I can, but that feeling I have been having all day is back with a vengeance.

For the first time in a year and a half, I think of Nathan Briggs and the mission we went on with his team. I have no idea why that flashes through my mind now, but it only increases the sick feeling rising in my chest. I haven’t seen Toby like this since he was little and he needs some of us older boys to step and make sure he got a fair fight.

“I fucked up bad. That mission with the Russians. I had a picture of my girl and me in my pocket. I didn’t realize until weeks later that the picture had gone missing. I thought nothing of it until I went to wash the gear I wore that night.

“My pants pocket was ripped, a hole big enough to lose a picture through. I was scared, back then I had so much going on. I didn’t want to have one more thing stacked up to disappoint you and Dad.

“When the first six months passed I started to relax. Dad and Bobby shut down that trafficking ring, and things were quiet. I never thought that maybe there was no blowback because I have been hiding them. Fuck, man Nellie has just been helping us out, but she hasn’t been able to do a lot lately,” he is rambling but the mention of Nellie catches my ear.

“When Dad gave me an out of town bounty, I thought it would be okay to leave them at your place with Nellie and Bean. Kwäz
ē
wouldn’t drag you into our shit so they were safe there, at least from what I thought was a threat.

“They took my girls Wyatt, Nellie tried to fight them off as best she could, but being pregnant, she could do but so much. She got TJ away, but they just took her instead…”

I’m not hearing shit else he is saying. He lost me at Nellie being pregnant. I am already in motion packing our shit up. I have text Noah on autopilot to get his ass the fuck back here.

My mind is reeling. Noah bursts into the room asking questions and I just point him to Toby on the screen. Noah turns to the computer and stops. I hear a small boy’s voice at the same time and turn back to the screen. It is the first time the little boy in Toby’s arms registers with me.

“Da da,” the small boy says and Mom starts to sob in the background. I now see she wasn’t staring at Toby in shock, but the little boy in his arms.

Holy Shit.
He looks just like Toby, but with slanted eyes and brown skin. My mind snaps back into focus and I start to replay Toby’s words in my head. Kwäzē, those slanted eyes are just like Toby’s best friend Kwäzē’s. Toby’s said something about his girls.
Damn it, Toby. Kamara. I told Toby a long time ago not to go there. He never fucking listens.

“Who is that,” Noah points to the little boy. He has to be a year or more old.

“This is TJ, Toby Jr. He’s your nephew. Wyatt, I’m so sorry man,” Toby chokes out.

I calm down to think rationally. “How do you know it was the Russians?” I fire off.

“For one the feed from the surveillance,” Toby swallows. “And Bean was in the house, she had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the commotion. She heard them speaking in Russian. Nellie also dropped two bodies. Braxton has positive IDs on the two. Felix already has a location and facial recognition on a few of the other guys. It looks like they were trying to snatch Kamara and the twins only, at first.

“Nellie ran out when she heard the screaming –”

“Stop right there,” I growl. “I haven’t been home in four months so that means my wife is at the least four months pregnant. She was in the middle of combat at four months pregnant! Is that what the fuck you are telling me?”

I think my head is going to burst. I knew something was going on with Nellie, but her being pregnant? She has hidden this from me this whole time. I am livid.

“Five,” Mom sobs, “she is five months. She didn’t want to compromise your mission. She put herself in danger to save the wee babe and his sister, Wyatt. You know that is who your wife is.”

“Right now I don’t know
anything
! You all knew my wife was pregnant and not one of you, including her, thought it would be a good idea to tell me, the father of the baby she is carrying,” I sneer.

“Wyatt, bro that is not what is important right now. Your pregnant wife and our niece have been kidnapped from what I’m gathering. Toby’s woman is missing with them. Let’s stop wasting time,” Noah tries to calm me.

“Noah,” Toby huffs. Noah’s head turns eerily slow toward the screen. “Bean went after them. That’s how Felix has a location. He is tracking Bean and she has been calling in every twenty minutes. She hid TJ and took off after Nellie and my girls.”

“Let’s move,” Noah says in a deadly calm. “Toby.”

“Yeah,” he sighs.

“When this is over you have so much explaining to do and Wyatt is not the one that is going to be kicking your ass this time. You put our whole family in danger, you little shit. I told you, whatever was going on with you; I was there to help before that shit blew up in your face. This is what a bomb feels like, Toby,” Noah replies before slamming the laptop shut and tossing it in our bags.

We take what we need and ditch the rest to get out of here as fast as we can. It is only a four hour flight home, but four hours too long at this point.

I send one more text before we storm out of the apartment we have been staying in. This one is a warning as well as me calling in a favor. I know only one word is needed.

Blowback
.

~B~

Nellie

I’ m hungry and I am cold. I would think that I would be scared as well but I’m not. You would think that I would be freaking out because I have taken three lives, but I can’t say that I am. At first, I thought I might be in shock. Everything happened so fast.

It was nothing like with Barry. I didn’t hesitate, I fought on instinct. I hit the alarm on the way out of the house to help Kamara and the twins. I knew that one of my brother in laws or my father in law would head straight for the house.

All I had to do was keep us all safe until then. I hadn’t seen the second car of men. I was able to get TJ out of the kidnappers hands. At eighteen months. TJ is already walking. Lulu is getting there, but I knew if I got TJ free he could run on his little legs. I just prayed Bean would get to him before anyone else.

I can feel the anger rising even now. I had Kamara and Lulu. We were so close and then the second car appeared and there was nothing I could do. One of the bastards started to aim blows right for my stomach and as I blocked him from harming my baby they grabbed us all.

Well, not us all I smile to myself. TJ got away. I lick the inside of my busted lip. I don’t know how long we have been here. This room has no windows, it is like a concrete cell. I took my third life when we got here. They were trying to make us strip out of our clothes. I wasn’t doing it without a fight.

In the end, I ended up with a busted lip. I have been trying to ignore the dried blood on my thigh. One of those pigs sucker punched me in the ribs. I know I would have made Noah and Steve proud if they saw me. I hope Wyatt is proud of me. I haven’t cried a tear and we are as safe as we can be right now. However, they did take our clothes, even the baby’s. They left us in nothing but our underwear.

So here I sit on the cold cot next to Kamara and Lulu as we share a single blanket and try to share body heat. They have brought us food and water, but I don’t trust touching any of it.

Everything happened so fast. At first, I thought Kamara’s family had come for her, but then the men started yelling in Russian. I knew what they were saying right away.

You can’t work at Black and Lock without knowing, at least, three languages, I speak six. Rob drills us on them. You can miss critical information when you don’t understand a language or the context of the information because of lack of use.

They didn’t want me. They were yelling at each other to get rid of me and get Kamara and the kids in the truck. I guess that all changed when I got TJ free.

“The bleeding has stopped,” Kamara says more to herself than me. I know that she has been in shock. “If we get away from here I will never be able to repay you for what you have done. I won’t be able to live with myself if something happens to your baby.”

“Don’t Kamara, they will come for us. The Black Family is the best at what they do. I know they are on the way. If I could have just fought them off, a little longer help would have made it,” I mutter the last part to myself.

“Are you crazy? You shouldn’t have been fighting them off in the first place,” Kamara shakes her head at me.

“What was I supposed to do let them take my family,” I turn to look her in the eyes and I can see the tears brimming. I can also see the gratitude.

“You didn’t have to do what you did. I will never forget it,” Kamara gives me a teary smile.

“Don’t let them see you’re scared. I’ll keep us safe until Wyatt comes for us,” I say with determination.

I probably wouldn’t be this brave if it were only me, but I have three other lives to protect. We have to make it out of here. I haven’t even told Wyatt he is going to be a father.

It has been on the tip of my tongue several times. Each time he has asked me for chat sex, I have been tempted to shoot the right angle to show him my growing belly. I had been excited, Wyatt would be home soon and I could tell him and we would be able to go find out what we are having together. I already had an appointment.

I go to reassure Kamara again, but the sound of the bolts being unlocked fills the room. I am hoping it is the girl they have been sending to bring us food and water. With no windows in this room, I’m not sure how much time as passed. She has been here twice already.

Before the door flings open I know we are not going to be so lucky. Instead of the girl, a tall, broad man enters the room with a scowl on his face. His dark hair is cropped close to his head and his blue eyes are cold. He looks at the untouched trays of food and then at us. He snarls at us as if he is piss at us for rejecting the food. It is then that I am glad I told Kamara we shouldn’t touch a thing they give us.

“We were trying to make this easy for you,” he shrugs. His eyes rake over us and I fight off a shudder trying to run through me. He snaps his fingers and two other men enter the room. My body tenses ready for a fight. “Bring them, Iosif is waiting.”

Kamara grabs my hand and squeezes it as if in warning. I feel my babies small flutters in my belly and squeeze my eyes shut. I hadn’t felt the baby move in what seemed like hours. I have been focused on fighting to get out of here because that was easier than thinking about what could be.

Now I feel like the baby is trying to give me the same warning Kamara is. My jaw tenses because in my heart I know it is better to fight then submit. I will never go back to who I was with Barry. I will not be a victim. Wyatt has shown me I don’t have to be, but for now, I swallow down my fight and follow the men out of the room as they grab us up from the cot.

Lulu starts to cry and one of the men yells at Kamara to shut her up. Only he is yelling in Russian and she has no idea what he is saying. I am getting pissed. I think my hormones have me a little more violent than usual.

My eyes start to adjust to the light in the large warehouse area they are dragging us into. I look around trying to find an exit or weapons we can use to get out of here. There are crates and cartons everywhere. When we enter a clearing in the center of the warehouse, my heart sinks a bit. There are four other men waiting. Three of them have automatic rifles.

That now makes a total of seven men that I know of. I curse under my breath. We are really going to have to wait for help. I could probably do some damage to get Kamara a head start, but I would be putting her and Lulu in danger.