Those awfully shitty bastards have the nerve to come into MY house, take MY child, and think I'M not gonna fight back? Think again shit bitches.
"Kylie! Can you please stop pacing and tell us what the hell is going on?!" My dad yelled. I stopped mid step and turned to face him with my hands tied behind my back. I was throwing stuff earlier and they were worried about my safety, Kendell's safety, everybody else's safety, and with Drea, she was worried about the safety of my unborn child. I'm surprised I haven't starting showing yet.
I stood in front of my dad and crouched down a bit so that we're face to face.
"They. Took. My. Child." I said slowly. I could feel the fire buring in my eyes and in the palm of my hand.
Everyone in the room gasped or growled, except for me, Elijah, and Kendell.
My father stood up directly in front of me. His eyes pitch black.
"Who Kylie." It wasn't really stated as a question, more of a command, but whatever.
"Delila." I stated. He took a deep breath.
"Dameon." I said. He gritted his teeth.
"David." I spoke. He growled.
"And...........Paul." He full on roared and shifted in my living room, scaring Kendell in the process. I craddled Kenny in my arms and whispered soothing words in his ear. He might be a big boy now, but he will always be a Momma's Boy and I will always treat him like he just came out of my vaggie.
My dad, still in wolf form, ran through the kitchen, well actually ran through the kitchen island, which I mindlinked him that he has to pay for, to the back door and into the woods to cool off a bit.
"Wait. Who is Delila, Dameon, and David?" Elijah asked confusingly.
"David was my ex-stepdad. He would beat me up and treat me like shit only with his twin children, Dameon and Delila." When I finished explaining, Elijah hissed and pulled me into his arms and kissed me endlessly.
We broke away after hearing Rhys yell, "Do not make porn while in the prescence (idk if I spelled that right, but IDGAF) of little children!"
I rolled my eyes, but quickly went back to serious mode.
"How are we going to get Emmy back?" Drea asked.
"I'm going to take one more good sniff of the room and follow the scent, kick some ass, and bring my baby back safe and sound." I explain nonchalantly.
"But you can't! You're going to get hurt! What about the baby?!" Drea yelled. If only I had a knife in my hands right now.
"What baby?" Elijah asked slowly.
I cautiously turned towards him and placed a hand on my stomach.
"I'm pregnant. Again. And before you say anything, I found out 2 days ago and I was going to tell you this weekend after the twin's birthday party during our anniversary." I added the last part quickly.
He went from mad, to excited, and then to ferious.
"You are NOT going out tonight! I will not allow you to put our future child in danger! You are going to stay here with Drea, Kenny, and Ria, while your father, my father, Leo, Rhys, and I, along with some pack warriors will go after them and get Emilia-Rose back home, safe and sound." Elijah said and left with no room left for an arguement.
After he left to go to his dad's place, my dad came back in only basketball shorts, which Leo exclaimed in response, "He has cooked my weiner.", while fanning himself.
All the guys left and followed Elijah, leaving me with Drea and the kids.
"Who the hell does he think he is, telling me that I can't go rescue my child and bump some bitches. Husband or not, he can't tell me what I can or can't do!" I yelled to no one in paricular.
"LANGUAGE!" Drea yelled at me.
"Drea, stay here with the kids. I'm about to go bump some bitches." With that being said, I pulled on a pair of combat boots and my black hoodie. I ran upstairs to the twins' room and took a final sniff before I jumped out the window.
