My eyes blaze onto his. “Four.”

His face falls as if all of the anger and suspicion he had evaporates from his features. “I fucking hate you.” He shoves me away roughly, taking heavy steps toward his bike.

“Wicked!” I snap, but he ignores me, picking up his helmet and firing up his bike. The loud engine rips through the air as he guns it out the driveway. “Fuck.” Turning back around, I find Papa. “He’s going to the home!”

“Shit!” Papa runs his hand through his hair, opening a phone that is in his pocket.

“Val! Get the car. Now.” Rushing back through the entry, I find Jade and Poppy, with the blonde now beside Jade.

“Poppy, you might want to come—”

“—look, I don’t know who you are, but I’m his old lady, so w—”

Removing her hand off my arm with two fingers, I glare down at the blonde. “I don’t give a fuck who you are to Wicked.” I turn back to Poppy and soften my smile. “You’re going to be angry with me, but you need to come.”

Poppy’s hazy eyes settle on mine, but she shoots up after hearing the urgency in my tone. “Okay, I’m coming.” I squeeze Jade’s shoulder on passing, banging into Poppy’s back when she stops abruptly and turns back to face the blonde girl.

“And Sloane—”

“—I’ll handle it!” Jade shoos us away, and I grab Poppy’s arm, dragging her outside and past onlookers. My Mercedes is idling at the front, with Royce, Khaos, and Lion already off on their bikes down the long driveway. Guilt claws its way through my chest as Val drives us off, Tony deciding to stay with Papa. Papa who still won’t come home.

“What’s happening, Rubs?” Poppy asks softly, and I lean my head against the glass, watching as the trees pass by. Val floors it as soon as we hit the main road and I turn back to face Poppy.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this, but in my defense, I thought you were dead.”

Her hand comes to my thigh. “Yes. Of course. Now what is it?”

I blow out a deep breath, handing her my phone. She pushes the home button and Wolf’s face fills the screen. He’s smiling brightly, two perfect dimples on each cheek, and dark, almond eyes.

“Oh…” Her tone is high, eyes wide. It’s not until her mouth curves up in a smile that I let out my breath. “I’m an aunty?” She looks back at me with bright eyes.

“You are.” My chest squeezes tight as she launches forward, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “This is—oh my God, he is going to kill you.” Poppy’s smile falls as she goes back to her chair. “We can handle him.”