Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) by Rachael Orman Read Free Book Online

Raising her voice, she threw a glare at me. “Melia is pregnant with my fucking children. She needs to be on bedrest. She will be here, where I can stay with her and make sure she is taking care of herself. I am being a grown-up.” Slapping a hand to her chest, she said, “I’m taking care of my family while you…” She jammed a finger in the center of my chest. “ You are being a pouty bitch about it. She is afraid of every single one of the fuckers here, so she will be staying in her room, unless Ellis or I is with her. No one would dare touch her then. She’ll only be here for a few weeks until the doctor releases her from bed rest. I’m sure even you can understand my reasoning and be able to put up with this ‘stranger’ in your house till then.”
    I just stared at her. How the hell had she just turned that on me? Fuck . I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. “Fine.”
    Ryan opened her mouth like she had more to say, then stopped, straightened and nodded once. “Good.”
    Turning, I went back to my chair while Ryan left my office. I pulled a bottle of whiskey and the glass I stored with it out of my bottom drawer. I filled the glass nearly to the top before returning the bottle to the drawer. Fucking women. Fucking pregnant women. What was the world coming to? I hope she didn’t expect me to change how things went around the house. I didn’t care who the broad was, if she lived here, she’d have to get a damn backbone or she could live in her room. If she didn’t want to be treated like the whores around here, she’d have to learn to not act like a doormat like they were. The old ladies who came around the house were given respect, but they still had to earn that shit. I picked up my glass and made my way to the kitchen as I sipped it. One day Ryan would push me too far and this was toeing the line. Fucking pregnant woman in my house. I took a long pull off my glass with that thought. The burn from the whiskey felt good. Reminded me I was alive. I was in control of most things. Hell, everything but my sister and this pregnant broad.
    In the kitchen, Brew and Monk were drinking beers with their arms around a woman each. I nodded at them. “How goes it?”
    “Have you seen the little piece of ass your sister carted through here not too long ago?” Brew asked. I wanted to smirk at the comment, but held back. Instead, I leaned against the counter, kicking my feet out in front of me.
    “Nope.” I took another drink. I wondered how had they seen her, but I didn’t care enough to ask.
    “I’d tap that.” Brew thrust his hips in the air, making the woman next to him roll her eyes. She wouldn’t actually say something or she’d have to go find one of the other members to keep her company or risk being alone for the night.
    “You do realize she’s fucking pregnant, right?” I couldn’t help the grin that slid onto my face as Brew’s face turned a slight shade of green. Pregnant women had to be the least attractive creatures on the earth. All fat and swollen, no thank you. Most of the men around the house agreed. Usually it was a sign that you’d fucked up and now had an extra responsibility you didn’t want. Shit, that line of thought made me nearly drain my glass.
    “Yeah, with my children, so watch what you fucking say about her,” Ellis said, rounding the corner into the kitchen, obviously having heard the end of our conversation.
    “What the fuck is going on around here? Pregnant women? Ellis’s kids. Fuck, man.” Brew shook his head in disgust before grabbing his latest woman and walking out of the room. I tossed back what was left in my glass and set it on the counter. Nodding towards Monk, I left the room. Ellis had his back to me, digging in the fridge, so I didn’t bother acknowledging him.
    After climbing the stairs, I headed down the long hall. Ellis and Ryan’s room was the last on the left. The new chick was on the right. My room was right next to Ryan and Ellis’s which