Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) Read Online Free

holsters it.
    “What the fuck James!” D yells.
    “Sorry guys I just saw a car not on the
approved visitors list in the drive I couldn’t take any chances.”
James says breathing heavy, his arms hanging at his sides. You can
see the bulging of his thick veiny forearms. He’s tense.
    “Yeah well… We weren’t expecting any company
or we would have told you. D just pulled up and was just about to
tell us what the hell he’s doing here unannounced.” Stacy barks,
none too happy.
    Not that I blame him. I almost pissed myself
twice.
    “I fucking called, douche bag.”
    “If you’re going to talk to me that way in my
house dick wad I suggest you leave.” Stacy eyes the front door.
He’s so fucking pissed. I look over and see his hands fisting the
edge of the couch. His knuckles are white and the lines on his
forehead are showing his age. Which is rare.
    “It’s okay Stace.” I soothe and sit up
rubbing my hand along his arm. He relaxes a bit with a loud
exhale.
    “Okay sorry. Can I just show you guys what I
came here for?” D says waving his hand like Vanna White toward the
laptop on the coffee table.
    Stacy reaches over and hands it to him.
    D rounds the coffee table and sits next to
Stacy, the laptop propped up in his lap pulling something up to
show us. James comes over and sits on the arm of the sofa by
me.
    “I’m sorry Miss Bronwyn.” He says lowly, his
face sullen with grief.
    I reach out of my hand and lay it on his
thick muscled thigh. “It’s okay you were just doing your job.” I
smile reassuringly, and he drops his shoulders into a slump.
    “I did get what you requested ma’am, it’s in
the car. I’ll go retrieve it now.” He stands and heads outside. His
head drooping the entire way. Poor James. He shouldn’t be so hard
on himself.
    I return my attention to the men on the
couch. “HOLY FUCK!” Stacy yells staring at the monitor.
    “What?” I ask, my heart picking up pace with
worry. I have no idea what’s going on and it doesn’t sound
good.
    Stacy snatches the laptop off of D’s legs.
Placing it on his, he clicks a news clip posted to Entertainment
Tonight’s site. I lean in to watch.
    A newswoman in a black dress suit comes on.
‘Is singer and rock star millionaire Johnathan Striker no longer
brooding alone in this world? Reliable resources report the rocker
is a dad in the making.’
    My heart falls out of my chest and I think I
might cry. I gaze up at Stacy and his mouth is open, eyes wide.
    How did they find out!?
    I hold my breath.
    ‘In an interview this morning with the mother
to be twenty one year old Cassandra Buckley she has reported to us
that she is in fact six weeks pregnant with the famous rock stars
baby. After a one-night stand in her hometown of Washington D.C
just four short weeks ago. She also provided us with this picture.’
The screen pops up an ultrasound photo of a tiny fetus. Son of a
bitch! ‘Mother to be also reports she has explicit photos from the
night in question. But those cannot be released at this time. So
the question is will Johnathan Striker the lead singer of Stricken
be the man we all know him to be? Or settle down and raise a
family? I guess only time will tell.’
    I exhale and tears are pouring down my face.
Stacy turns to look at me and I throw off the comforter like it’s
suffocating me and dash out of the living room, into the hall and
into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I throw myself
down on the floor and lunge my head over the bowl of the toilet and
puke my ever loving guts out. Heave after heave of pizza and spicy
wings, that burn coming up. My mouth is on fire. My heart is
shattered in pieces all over the floor. I think I might have just
died. Shit!
    How the fuck is this possible!? I can’t
believe he did this! I can’t believe my babies are going to have a
baby brother or sister that they are the same age as! This can’t be
happening! Oh my god! Why does this have to get worse? Why can’t my
life just