Free Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) by Nikki Wild

others do her dirty work. She calls them her proxies… And I can only imagine that she is very angry that her container has gone missing…”
    “Did you get any leads on the container?”
    EagleEye paused. “Hunter, once I realized who I was dealing with, I trashed all of my equipment and bought this burner phone… But it wasn’t enough.”
    A silence fell over the line.
    What the hell does she mean it ‘wasn’t enough?’
    “Are you there?”
    Her distant voice came through. “I’m going off-grid, Hunter. Don’t try to contact me again. But before I go, I have a message for you.”
    “A message from who?”
    “From our friend, Soroka…”
    I paused for a moment, then held the phone tighter against my ear.
    “Go ahead…”
    “Soroka says that you need to help Sarah find the crate. If you don’t, she’s going to kill her… slowly .”
    Before I could respond, the line went dead. White hot anger mixed with cold fear. Nobody threatens my woman. Nobody threatens my unborn child. I’d find this fucking container, and when I returned it to its rightful owner, I’d show her just how big of a mistake she just made.
    Soroka Sakonov just made an enemy.

10

Sarah
    M y morning sickness and pregnancy symptoms had been really starting to act up, although I hadn’t let Hunter see any of that.
    I stayed tired.
    My breasts were always tender.
    Peeing was constantly on the agenda.
    Wicked food cravings were my life.
    I kept my shit together because I had a case to solve, a biker to scrutinize for fatherhood potential, and a long-lost sister to said biker baby daddy thrown into the mix.
    Life was getting pretty strange.
    Unfortunately, it turned out that Daddy’s friends trying to dig up information on the Port of Los Angeles were coming up with dead ends. They confirmed that a major chunk of the port was under the thumb of the Los Angeles Devil’s Dragons, but that was nothing I didn’t already know.
    Which reminded me that I hadn’t quite gotten around to telling him about Hunter and this pregnancy…
    As far as Daddy was concerned, Hunter disappeared from my life eight years ago, after he narrowly escaped a police raid that claimed the lives of some of his club members. He knew that I never quite got over my childhood love, but when I threw my life into following in his footsteps, concern soon swelled into pride.
    I shuddered to think how that situation would change when I finally dropped the bomb.
    Unfortunately, involving him in my case hadn’t produced much in the progress department. I was no closer to finding that stupid storage container.
    I was starting to think this whole trip might be a bust…
    On top of that, my fears with Hunter continued unresolved. We got along pretty great, except when it came to the case. His resistance to stepping into Talon’s territory was getting old, and that was seriously holding me back.
    Sure. Hunter had told me some pretty spooky stories about the guy.
    But he couldn’t be all that bad.
    What was the worst that he was going to do, have us thrown out? It was a huge port. There was no reason that we couldn’t just sneak back in and do a little investigation under nightfall.
    At least there was Hannah.
    Hunter’s sister was fucking awesome. She impartially listened to my complaints without spitting them back out to her brother. Years apart had made her pretty good at the business of keeping secrets, and she made a good sounding board for some of my troubles.
    Hannah understood my need for independence. Hell, she even encouraged it. She told me I should keep looking for this container no matter what. If I was going to make it in this world, I needed to be sure I could do it with or without Hunter… It was an interesting but welcome perspective, balancing out from Hunter’s notions of what I should and shouldn’t know, and what I should and shouldn’t do…
    I knew that he didn’t quite oppose me on my desires to pursue the case, but I was just waiting for the day