She quirks a brow. "Oh, sweetheart, I haven’t even gotten started."
I push past her, heading inside, knowing damn well she’s right on my heels.
The clubhouse is loud as hell, music blasting, girls laughing, bottles clinking, their man candy at their beck and call, but it all fades into the background as I make my way to Allura’s office.
I can still smell Farris all over my skin. I can feel him between my thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut and steady my nerves. “Allura,” I say, my voice quiet but firm. “We need to talk. Now.”
That gets her attention. The teasing look in her eyes disappears, replaced by something sharper. Allura doesn’t say a word, just follows me inside her office and locks the door behind us.
I don’t sit. I can’t. My pulse is hammering in my ears, and I feel like I might fucking explode if I don’t get this out.
Allura leans against the wall, arms still crossed. "Spill it."
I take a deep breath. Fuck. Just say it. “I’m pregnant.” The words hang between us like a live grenade, the pin already pulled.
Allura doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. She just tilts her head slightly, processing, calculating. Waiting for me to keep going.
I swallow hard, dragging a hand through my hair. “And I told Farris I wasn’t.”
Now she reacts. Her brows shoot up, and her lips part slightly before she lets out a low whistle. "Shit."
I let out a bitter laugh, pacing the length of the room. "Yeah. Shit."
Allura pushes off the wall, stepping into my path, stopping me. Her hands land on my shoulders, firm but grounding, keeping me from spiraling.
“Alright. Let’s break this down,” she says, voice steady and in control. "You’re pregnant, and you lied to Farris about it. Why?"
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Because he already has too much on his plate. Because the club is hunting my ex. Because the Black Market Railroad and the Bloody Femmes are circling like fucking vultures. Because I don’t know how the hell to tell him when everything is already falling apart."
Allura exhales sharply. “Calypso…”
I shake my head, tears streaming down my face, cutting her off. “He’s going to hate me.”
Allura scoffs. "Oh, sweetheart, that man is so deep in his feelings for you, he’d walk through fire with a fucking grin on his face if it means keeping you safe."
I swallow hard, my chest tightening. “Yeah, well, that’s the problem.”
Her gaze sharpens. "What aren’t you telling me?"
I hesitate. Just for a second. But that’s all Allura needs. Her entire body tenses, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Calypso. Spill."
I let out a slow, shaky breath. “I’m not supposed to know, but Farris is using himself as bait.”
Silence fills the room. The kind of silence that precedes a storm.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Allura’s voice is sharp enough to cut glass. Her expression darkens, her entire body coiled with tension.
I nod, my throat tight. "He didn’t tell me. I found out right before I left."
Allura mutters a string of curses under her breath, pacing now. “That stubborn, reckless, stupid son of a bitch.” She stops, exhaling harshly before turning back to me, her expression unreadable. “What’s the plan?”
I blink. “What?”
“The plan,” she repeats, tilting her head. "Because there’s no way in hell we’re letting your baby’s daddy go out there alone. And there’s definitely no way you’re keeping this secret forever."
I let out a slow, unsteady breath. She’s right. I know she’s right, but before I can say another word, the door slams open, and French comes barreling inside, her face pale as hell.
“Prez!” she gasps, chest heaving. “We got a problem.”
