Free Gabriel's Light (Doms of Chicago) by Dakota Trace

with me and
discuss what’s the best way to protect them.”
    “You could look at it as if you’re helping out a friend.” Nisey joined them, curling up on Caelan’s lap, her head pillowed on his shoulder.
    Despite his anger, he could see how worn out she looked. Caelan was definitely correct in something going awry with
her. Her animation from earlier was gone, and if he wasn’t mistaken her breasts
were indeed more swollen than the last time he’d seen her and Caelan at the club. Envy replaced his anger as Caelan wrapped one arm around her and used the other one to
continue eating. He suddenly was tired. He was beginning to feel like a
goddamned yo-yo and Caelan was at fault here.
    “She does have a point, Gabe. You’re my friend, and I have my
hands full with this…” He squeezed Nisey’s hip.
“…little minx. I’m only one man and these women are starting to outnumber me. I
swear every time I turn around there’s another one coming into my house. First
it was my sister, then this one, and now it’s Zhenya. I need a revolving door on
the apartment upstairs.” He nuzzled Nisey’s head, but
his eyes met Gabriel’s across the room. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to
read the plea in them. If Nisey was indeed pregnant,
there was no way Caelan would be able to handle one
sub with a baby and another who had one on the way by himself, especially as
headstrong as both of the women were.
    “Well until you do as I suggested and turn it into a man cave, I
guess I’ll have to take pity on you.” He gave an overdramatic sigh. “But I’m
only going to save your poor ass from the women this time. The things a man has
to do for his buddies.” He said it good naturedly, but even as he did, all he
wanted was to run as far away as possible. He just had to remind himself Caelan would be there to help shoulder the responsibility.
He was just going to a meeting, that’s all. He wasn’t the one protecting Zhenya
and sweet little Sophia. Yeah, right and
I own ocean front property in Arizona.
    * * * *
    Later that night, Gabriel was jerked out of his fitful sleep by
a noise. Leaning up on one arm, he squinted at the alarm clock on the bedside
stand. Without his contacts, he could barely make out the red numbers on it.
Two thirty-eight? His fuzzy mind begged with him to go back to sleep. Growling
in frustration, he dropped back down to the bed and jerked up the sheets that
had fallen to his waist. He was about to succumb to slumber once more when the
muffled snap of a screen door had him shooting up straight in bed. Glancing out
the window, he couldn’t see anything but fuzzy shapes. What the hell was going
on here?
    A light tap on his door had his head swinging around. It creaked
open and a rumpled Nisey stood in the opening. “Can
you do me a favor?” She nibbled on her lower lip.
    A sinking feeling in his stomach warned him he wasn’t going to
like what came out of her mouth. If it had something to do with her being
pregnant or Zhenya, he was so screwed. There was no way he’d keep a secret from Caelan if Nisey confided in
him. Please Lord don’t let it be that.
She should be talking to Caelan or one of the girls
not me…surely you’re not that cruel… Reaching for light, he snicked it on to buy time.
    “What is it?”
    “It’s Zhenya.” She rang a hand through her tousled hair and
looked over her shoulder nervously.
    Leaning back against the headboard, he crossed his arms over his
chest as relief it was the latter that caused Nisey to seek him out. Zhenya he could handle…hopefully. “What about her?”
    “She’s out in the gazebo and Máister said if he caught her out
there again in the middle of the night there’d be consequences.” She looked
over her shoulder once more as if she expected Caelan to show up.
    “Where’s Cael, Nis?” He didn’t think she’d done anything
notorious to her Master, but if the other man woke up and found her missing, Nisey had just earned her own