The Squad Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
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“I’m fine!” I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his scent, which now had a hint of the sea to it.

“Is that why you’re losing your fucking mind again? I should’ve known some shit was wrong with you when you start acting the hell up.” He had a few more choice things to say, but all I cared about was the fact that he was not cheating on me. You’d think he’d have slowed down in all the years we’ve been married but nope. I find it hard to keep up sometimes, and like my mother and mother in law, and their friends are always reminding me, there are plenty of women who’d love to steal my man. I used to scoff at their old fashioned ideas but look how easy it was for me to draw that conclusion a moment ago.

I snuggled into Colton more as he rubbed his hand up and down my back soothingly. He damn near threw me off his lap with his next outburst. “Oh shit, you can’t be pregnant here, now.” Now, why is he looking at me like I did something horrendous?

“Why not?”

“Kat, we’re a million miles away from home, I don’t know fuck all about this place, and your asshole doctor is back in our hometown. Who is going to look after you?” I started to open my mouth to remind him that his dad was a doctor.

“Don’t even think about saying the pothead because that shit isn’t even an option and… oh shit, Kat. Listen, we’re stuck on this island with Mengele, that fuck Mancini gave her a whole lab equipped with who dafuq knows what. Nope, you can’t be pregnant now.”

“Colt, I’ll be fine. I’ve already had nine of your big-headed kids. What’s one more? I can probably push this one out with both hands tied behind my back.”

“I know you’re dying to do that natural childbirth bullshit, but that’s a hard fucking no. I’ll have to get your doctor here somehow.” Does it even make sense to tell him that we still have months to go?

He started to hug me close, and I thought the crazy was over. That rollercoaster ride of emotions had taken its toll on me, and I just wanted to sleep in my man’s arms and forget the scare of my life. “Wait, hold it!” He pointed at my still flat stomach, which was about three months along. “What is it?”

“How would I know? I only found out the day before we left to come here.”

Again he looked at me as if I’d committed some kind of crime against humanity. “Kat, listen, I’m too old to deal with you and your kids and your fuckery. It’s been damn near twenty years, and I can’t get no peace from you and your kids. That had better be a boy or swear to fuck...”

There was a knock at the door, which saved me from having to answer him. “Who is it?”

“Mommy, daddy, may I come in?”

“Probably been listening in at the keyhole or some shit. Go away, Mengele. Nosy fuck.” He said the last under his breath, but I elbowed him all the same.

“Come on in Catalina.” I tried sitting up, but Colton held me where I was.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I tried to keep a smile on my face, but the look of suspicion on her face did not sit right with me.

“I was passing by, and I heard…”

“Out!” Colton pointed at the door, and she gave him a look that I can only deem as pure Colt. I had to bury my face in his chest to stifle my laughter.

“Fine, but you’d better…”

“Mengele, get out of here.” He waited until she’d gone before collapsing back on the bed. “Right, I’d better start getting shit together before that one booby-traps your ass. I hope Mancini has everything I’m going to need around here. Fuck!” I have no idea what he was talking about, but I was glad that he was no longer thinking about my meltdown.

The door creaked open a bit, and Catalina stuck her head around it. Colt groaned. “What is it now?”

“Daddy, you do know that you determine the baby’s sex, right? You’re the man, you have…”

“Catalina Lyon, go read a book, no, no books, go watch something scary on TV, no better yet, go learn to swim, in the ocean.”

“COLTON!”

“What’s your malfunction?” I sat up and smiled at the poor child who I’m sure is going to grow up with a complex. “Catalina, come here.” She skipped back into the room, and I ran my hand over her hair. “Don’t tell the others what you heard, okay? I want to tell them myself later.” Oh no! She got her ‘let’s make a deal’ look on her face.

“Ookay, but, mommy this time, can I…?”


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