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Chapter 78.

Courtney POV.

It has been ten days since Kaden left to go on club business. Like he promised, he calls me every morning to wish me a great day and to tell me he loves me. Then again, every night we talk for hours on the phone and we talk about our day, but he is more interested in me and bean. I have asked him what he is doing, and he steers the conversation away. So far, I know

nothing and it is really pissing me off.

He did tell me he was close to finishing his mission and would be back with me soon.

Add the fact I am still on bedrest and the walls feel like they are closing in around me. Don’t

get me wrong, Danger, Snake, and Max have helped to keep me occupied, but it’s the nights.

Without Kaden by my side, that is when I feel truly lonely.

Missing his body heat, his breaths against my skin, his hands on me and the feeling of being

safe in his arms, that nothing outside this room can get to me. But now I feel claustrophobic.

I lay on my back looking at the ceiling in the darkness, feeling more and more of my sanity

leave me. The feeling that something is seriously wrong taking root in my gut. Like more

secrets are being kept.

Grandpa and my dad have been to see me, but they don’t talk about what is happening right

now and it feels like I am more of a prisoner than before. I sigh and rub my belly. Bean kicks

my hand and I chuckle. I need something to do.

There are only so many times I can watch TV, read, play games on my phone, work or play

games with my

three protectors. I need something to do. I’m champing at the bit, needing to

get out and be productive.

A few more days of this and Kaden will be back and I can’t wait to see him in the flesh. To touch him and smell his cologne. Bean gives a hard kick, and she is really active tonight. She

must be sensing my tension.

“I know sweetheart, it will be ok.” I say more to myself than to her. I rip the quilt back and move to sit up. Climbing out of bed. I waddle towards the bathroom. Walking is becoming harder to do. My belly is massive. I can’t see my damn feet.

Doc has been every few days and has told me that bean is still doing great. But me not so much, I think I’m slightly depressed and anxious. I need to leave the room at least, but I can’t.

All of this stuff with Grim, Chloe and all the rest of it. Has taken its toll on me, but I need to get

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back to it. I need something to do. I have caught up with my design work and I have nothing

else to do. So yeah, cabin fever has set in.

I do my business and stand up with a groan. I have put weight on and not just baby weight. I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I stare off at my reflection and a tune enters my head and

I hum it before I sing it.

I gently caress my belly as I sing the long low and it soothes bean down.

“Piccolo Angelo.” I stop mid stroke and snap my gaze to the mirror. No, it can’t be. I sing the song again, slowly this time, and my heart is beating harder as I reach those same words in

the song.

The song my mom used to sing to me when I was sick.

Piccolo Angelo. Oh god, oh my f*****g god. I stare wide eyed at my reflection and gulp. It’s not possible. I search the mirror like it has the answers.

I turn and walk on shaky legs back to the bed and collapse on the bed on my ass. My breathing is coming out harsh and tears blur my vision. I wipe my cheeks and grab my phone. My hands are shaking as I pull up the call log. I drop the phone and try to calm myself down.

The message from that woman. Called me piccolo Angelo. My momma called me that in her

song. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from hyperventilating.

I shake my hands out to stop them from shaking. It has taken some time for me to calm down. I place a hand on my chest and focus on my breathing. Feeling my heart return to

normal with each deep breath I take.

I look at the phone on the bed. I should call him. But he will think something is wrong. He will be sleeping I don’t want him worrying. He is on club business. Plus, Kaden will only tell me to rest and to not overthink it. But f**k, I am overthinking.

I look at the door and stand up. No, think of your daughter, Courtney. I sit back down and bum shuffle back into bed. I pull the quilt over me and lie down. Back to staring at the ceiling.

My hand stroking my belly. I need answers. But I know I will have to wait until morning. I need to stay calm. That note was not a coincidence. The same words on that note are in the song my momma used to sing.

But it’s crazy, she is dead. She died, and I buried her. I know no one could know that song, because momma made it up. So how does this woman know it?

I’m losing my mind. That’s for damn sure. I close my eyes and try to sleep.

But I’m plagued with memories of my momma. Things I thought were odd at the time and

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pushed them out of

my mind.

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The faint scent of blood on her. The way she would play fight with me and show me how to escape if I was ever attacked. How to inflict the most amount of damage with minimal force. She taught me to shoot when I was sixteen. I was learning self defence from a very early age. But I didn’t even know it. Momma would make it seem like a game. I caught her once at night. I was six–years–old. I couldn’t sleep and so I watched her from my crouched position by the bedroom window.

She was in the back garden of one of the many houses we moved to. She was throwing something shiny. A knife. She was throwing knives and hitting the same place over and over again. The dream moves onto when I was ten–years–old.

I came home from school and momma was wearing all black and washing her hands in the sink. She looked at me over her shoulder and I saw small red spots on her cheek.

Blood.

“Hi, baby, how was school? Go and hang up your bag and let me finish washing up and come and tell me all about your day.” She said, but I remember my eyes not moving from the tiny red spots on her cheek.

I gasp as I shoot up into a sitting position in my bed. My heart beats wildly in my chest.

“Momma.” I say. f**k this! I get out of bed and shuffle my feet in my slippers and grab my dressing gown. I waddle towards the bedroom door and open it and leave the room.

I need to speak to my grandpa. I need to know I’m not going crazy and that my momma is dead. My gut is telling me things aren’t adding up and I know one thing. Your gut is always

right.

I waddle down the stairs, and some of the members are just making a start for the day. They

see me and one of the ole ladies approaches.

“Courtney, what are you doing out of bed? Are you ok? Is it the baby?” She asks me and I look

at her and shake my head.

“No, Tammy, I’m fine. I need to see my grandpa. Is he up yet?” I ask her and she nods her head.

“Thank you,” I say as I waddle away as I get closer to the office. I listen and I can hear the slight muffle of voices from behind the door. But not quite make out what is being said.