A Baby for the Bad Boy (A Bad Boy Romance: Dominick and Linden, book THREE) by Olivia Hawthorne Page B
Authors: Olivia Hawthorne
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at Big Red and jumped in behind the wheel.
I looked at Big Red, shot him a smile and said, “Let’s go to Fat Boys. I’ll see if I can wait for Dom in his office. I really need that car.”
“I’ll ride ahead,” he replied, “I’m sure you know how to get there.”
“That I do,” I said and climbed into the passenger seat and gave Mikey directions.
She chatted the entire time, happily going on and on about one thing after another, music and fashion, the nursing program and professors she thought were hot.
I normally would have loved to hear all about it and would have jumped right in with my own views on everything she loved to talk about, but I was feeling moody and guarded.
She was fan girling over Dom and it was ticking me off. I hadn’t even figured out what the hell I was going to do about Dom, and here she was practically wanting to have his baby without ever talking to him.
I knew I had decided Dom would be all business, but shit like this was making it really hard to stick to my plan. How could I ignore how I felt when this girl, somebody who could easily be my friend, made me so full of rage when she talked about how hot Dom was.
I stared out my window letting her verbal flood wash over me and watched people on the street.
It was a nice day, that was a bonus, and I hoped Dome was at the pub when I got there so I could get my car and head home to spend some time in the yard with dad.
He did so well in the sunshine, it always perked him up.
“Oh fuck, what the hell is this?” Mikey asked, slowing down.
“What’s wrong?” I said, looking over at her.
A black Range Rover was pulling up beside us, taking the second lane in the busy street.
Cars started honking, trying to get past, but they had blocked the fast lane and were right beside us.
“They were right behind me so I slowed down to let them pass but they are blocking us in now,” Mikey said, her voice tense and high pitched.
I turned in my seat and craned my neck to see the Range Roger. The back passenger window slid down and I saw a black object sticking out, pointing directly at us.
It clicked then, what was happening, and I screamed, “Get down!”
I dropped to the floor of the truck and covered my head with my hands. I heard gunshots, an automatic weapon, the repeating crack of bullet after bullet flying towards the truck.
I heard Mikey scream and the truck sped up and slammed into the curb, sending me flying harder against the floor.
The Range Rover sped off and the deep throb of a motorcycle engine filled my ears. I opened my eyes and looked over, Mikey was leaning against the wheel, her eyes open and staring at me.
Blood poured down her face and I couldn’t tell if she was dead or alive.
I heard Big Red yelling something about a drive by shooting and I started to scream.
Chapter Two
Dominick
I raced through the streets cutting off people left and right. My Harley sliced through traffic like a knife through butter, red lights meant nothing and each beat of my heart seemed to take hours.
If she was dead because of me I would never be sane again. I would fucking tear my own heart out if she had been killed.
I came upon the scene of the shooting, there were cars and trucks lined up along both lanes of traffic, completely at a stand still. I wove through them, came to a dead end and hopped my Harley up onto the sidewalk to reach them.
I parked, cut the engine and leapt off.
“Where’s the driver? Did she survive?” I bellowed as I ran towards the crowd.
Big Red flagged me down. “Paramedics are on their way, she’s hurt but I think she’ll live,” he told me.
I pushed him out of the way and scanned the truck for her and saw nothing but blood spatter across the windshield.
“Where is she?” I asked, my voice almost choked with my grief.
“I just told ya,” Big Red said, “The girl who got hit is going to be okay.”
“Linden?” I asked, staring at him, confused.
“No, not that one, she’s over
I looked at Big Red, shot him a smile and said, “Let’s go to Fat Boys. I’ll see if I can wait for Dom in his office. I really need that car.”
“I’ll ride ahead,” he replied, “I’m sure you know how to get there.”
“That I do,” I said and climbed into the passenger seat and gave Mikey directions.
She chatted the entire time, happily going on and on about one thing after another, music and fashion, the nursing program and professors she thought were hot.
I normally would have loved to hear all about it and would have jumped right in with my own views on everything she loved to talk about, but I was feeling moody and guarded.
She was fan girling over Dom and it was ticking me off. I hadn’t even figured out what the hell I was going to do about Dom, and here she was practically wanting to have his baby without ever talking to him.
I knew I had decided Dom would be all business, but shit like this was making it really hard to stick to my plan. How could I ignore how I felt when this girl, somebody who could easily be my friend, made me so full of rage when she talked about how hot Dom was.
I stared out my window letting her verbal flood wash over me and watched people on the street.
It was a nice day, that was a bonus, and I hoped Dome was at the pub when I got there so I could get my car and head home to spend some time in the yard with dad.
He did so well in the sunshine, it always perked him up.
“Oh fuck, what the hell is this?” Mikey asked, slowing down.
“What’s wrong?” I said, looking over at her.
A black Range Rover was pulling up beside us, taking the second lane in the busy street.
Cars started honking, trying to get past, but they had blocked the fast lane and were right beside us.
“They were right behind me so I slowed down to let them pass but they are blocking us in now,” Mikey said, her voice tense and high pitched.
I turned in my seat and craned my neck to see the Range Roger. The back passenger window slid down and I saw a black object sticking out, pointing directly at us.
It clicked then, what was happening, and I screamed, “Get down!”
I dropped to the floor of the truck and covered my head with my hands. I heard gunshots, an automatic weapon, the repeating crack of bullet after bullet flying towards the truck.
I heard Mikey scream and the truck sped up and slammed into the curb, sending me flying harder against the floor.
The Range Rover sped off and the deep throb of a motorcycle engine filled my ears. I opened my eyes and looked over, Mikey was leaning against the wheel, her eyes open and staring at me.
Blood poured down her face and I couldn’t tell if she was dead or alive.
I heard Big Red yelling something about a drive by shooting and I started to scream.
Chapter Two
Dominick
I raced through the streets cutting off people left and right. My Harley sliced through traffic like a knife through butter, red lights meant nothing and each beat of my heart seemed to take hours.
If she was dead because of me I would never be sane again. I would fucking tear my own heart out if she had been killed.
I came upon the scene of the shooting, there were cars and trucks lined up along both lanes of traffic, completely at a stand still. I wove through them, came to a dead end and hopped my Harley up onto the sidewalk to reach them.
I parked, cut the engine and leapt off.
“Where’s the driver? Did she survive?” I bellowed as I ran towards the crowd.
Big Red flagged me down. “Paramedics are on their way, she’s hurt but I think she’ll live,” he told me.
I pushed him out of the way and scanned the truck for her and saw nothing but blood spatter across the windshield.
“Where is she?” I asked, my voice almost choked with my grief.
“I just told ya,” Big Red said, “The girl who got hit is going to be okay.”
“Linden?” I asked, staring at him, confused.
“No, not that one, she’s over
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