The Hitman's Pregnant Bride: A Baby Romance

by Zaftig, Alyse

  His heart squeezed painfully when he saw that she was bundled up in the blanket and crying softly, too quietly to attract any attention.

  “Go away,” she sniffed. “I don’t want anybody to see me cry.”

  His heart felt like she’d stabbed him with a knife. He wanted to protect her. He needed to assure her. He’d promised her that he would make sure that her father was safe, but he hadn’t been able to do it yet.

  He knew that she wasn’t ready to dive straight back into their marriage as if nothing had happened. He couldn’t stop himself from walking over to her and kneeling next to her chair. he needed to be near her like a flower needed sunlight. His heart was thumping in his ears. Getting close to his wife was as risky as coming near a hungry tiger. Maybe more dangerous. There was just so much at stake. He knew that she probably felt betrayed.

  When he came closer to her, he reached out for her hand. She snatched it away from him.

  “I don’t want to talk to you right now. You said that you’d get him back. You promised. I guess that it’s as valid as our phony marriage…”

  Andreas cut her off by kissing her deeply. She bit his tongue.

  “Baby, I promise that I’m trying, okay?”

  She cried harder. “I’m so afraid that my daddy…”

  Andreas pulled her into his arms, tucking her face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. She put her arms around him and cried her heart out. She was making his shoulder wet because she was soaking his shirt with her tears. He pulled her upwards, making her yelp. Then he sat in her lounge chair and held her in his lap, keeping her close.

  “I know it’s been a shock.”

  She wiped her eyes. “You think? As soon as I found that my husband wasn’t the man that I thought that he was, I got kidnapped. And then my dad took my place. And we don’t know when he’ll be back.”

  Andreas stroked her hair, because he didn’t have anything to say. He was at a total loss for words.

  “Baby, I don’t have much to give you. There’s not much more that I can do to fix this.”

  Phoebe planted her mouth on his. After a moment of initial shock — Phoebe was still crying — Andreas responded. His arms tightened around her. She was kissing him back feverishly. Her body was rocking on top of his. He matched her intensity, bucking her upwards. He knew that their problems weren’t fixed, but they could escape for just a little while.

  Andreas stood up with his wife in his arms, with their mouths still connected. There were small bedrooms at Chung’s, and he was going to beeline for one. He didn’t want Chung’s sister to walk on them. He moved mostly by muscle memory, since he couldn’t see much anything beyond the tears caught in Phoebe’s long lashes.

  He felt with his hand for a doorknob, and then they were inside of the room. It was totally dark inside. He lowered Phoebe gently onto the mattress. He took off his shirt and everything else before he crawled into the bed with her.

  “You up for this baby?”

  “Yeah.”

  Phoebe reached for him and held him close to her. He feel the beat of her heart.

  His hands went down to the bottom of her shirt before he peeled it off of her. His hands made quick work of her pants, even in the dark.

  “Baby, did he…touch you?”

  “No.” Phoebe whispered. “Nothing like that.”

  Andreas felt anger boil in his veins that he even had to ask his pregnant wife a question like that.

  “And…the baby?”

  “I think the baby is okay. I can’t tell anything is wrong anyway. But I don’t know if I would know…it’s my first pregnancy.”

  Andreas lowered his head and pressed his ear to her stomach.

  “I don’t know how to tell if anything’s wrong either. Do you think that we should see a doctor?”

  “Is it safe?”

  “Maybe not.” Andreas sighed. “If things were normal, we’d see one right away.”

  “But they aren’t normal.”

  Andreas put replaced his ear with his hand on her soft stomach. “I wish that things were different.”

  40

  Lovers

  Andreas

  "I wish that you'd just told me beforehand."

  "Would you have married me if you knew who I was?"

  "Who are you?" she whispered.

  "A man who loves you. Your husband. I promise that I never...I never meant to hurt you. I just had this job and one more until I was done. I was going to quit, I swear, especially with a baby on the way. I was going to do some catering for real."

  "You are pure magic in the kitchen."

  "Just the kitchen, huh?" His hand went between her legs to touch her.

  "Maybe other places, too," she admitted. He could hear the smile in her voice.

  "Maybe?" Andreas lowered himself so that he could access the space between her thighs. He gave one long lick from top to bottom, savoring her sweet cream.

  "Definitely," she whimpered, her hips bucking under him. He used his thumbs to pull her apart just a little further so he could get a little deeper. He would make her remember their connection, their marriage. She wouldn't leave him.

  He used his hands to stimulate her clit while his tongue pushed inside of her soft opening.

  "Oh," she said, her hips jerking.

  He kept rubbing her clit until she was panting hard on the bed. She arched her back. He felt her muscles clench once, twice, three times, too many times to count. He pulled away from her as she shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He rolled to the side and then lay on his back and pulled his small wife on top of him, her thighs on either side of him.

  "Ride me, Phoebe." He needed to know that she wanted him, too.

  She steadied herself with two hands on his shoulders. Her mouth dipped down to meet his.

  "With pleasure."

  One hand went between them to guide his erection into her softness. They both moaned as he entered her.

  "That's right, baby," he whispered. He didn't want Chung and the others to hear them having sex.

  She slowly tortured him by lowering herself down centimeter by centimeter. He thought that he would go crazy before she took all of him.

  Finally, she was fully seated on him. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. Her mouth was hanging open.

  "So full," she whispered.

  His hands went to her curvy hips and held her in place as he bucked upwards.

  "Ah!" she said.

  "We have to be quiet, baby. I don't want anybody to come in here."

  "I'll try." Andreas knew that Phoebe was normally pretty loud. He'd deal with it.

  He sat up. Her arms went around his neck, then her hands were entangled in his har and she was kissing him like her life depended on it. He rocked her gently on top of him, keeping up a steady rhythm until Phoebe was gasping against his mouth, fighing for breath. He broke the kiss and bit her neck.

  She cried out as she went over. He muffled her screams by kissing her again, holding her small body close to his as he found ecstasy.

  Then the two of them slowly drifted back to earth.

  "It's never...it's never been like that."

  "We've always....but no, it's never been like that."

  "I love you, Andreas."

  "I love you, too, baby." He stroked her hair. "We'll find a way through all of this. I swear." He just hoped that he'd be able to keep that promise.

  "I'm sleepy."

  "Okay, honey." He withdrew from her body but instantly felt cold. He needed to clean her up, but she curled into the fetal position. Her breathing changed as she nearly instantly fell asleep. He pulled the covers up around her. She was naked, but he'd just make sure that he was the only one to go into this bedroom.

  He wasn't tired after they made love. He felt like a man with a new lease on life. She wouldn't leave him, or at least he thought that there was a high probability that she'd stay with him. He'd made a promise. Two. And now he had to find a way to deliver on them.


  He could feel in his heart that Harold was still alive, which meant that he could still rescue him. He just needed to find out where he was being held.

  Phoebe sighed quietly before going quiet again. He placed a kiss on her soft cheek. There was a time when he didn't have to ask for her faith in him. He knew that she'd trusted him totally.

  And what had he done with that trust? He'd abused it by not telling her what he was. Who he was.

  He turned on the light so that he could get dressed, even though he was still sticky. He needed to hit the shower and then bring something back to clean up his wife.

  Andreas ducked into the showers, took a 30-second shower, and then found some paper towels which he moistened so that he could get most of it off of Phoebe. He went back into the bedroom and cleaned her up as much as he could. She'd have to do the rest when she woke up. He flicked off the lights in the bedroom. She should get some rest while she could. They didn't know what tomorrow would bring.

  As he left the bedroom, Chung ran into him.

  41

  Boat

  Andreas

  "You found something?"

  "Come into my office."

  Andreas practically sprinted into his office. There was an open Heineken next to Chung's computer.

  "What have you been up to?"

  "I ran national property searches under some of the assumed names that the FBI has in its files about Odhran and his associates."

  Andreas could see cars on Chung's screen. "You ran some traffic cams?"

  "Nothing came up for any vehicles registered to any of Odhran's aliases or any of his associates' aliases. I tried to run facial recognition on Harold, but we can't be totally sure that..."

  "That Harold's face hasn't been mutilated beyond recognition." Andreas felt his jaw tighten. Damn. He needed more time with his punching bags. "I need a beer."

  "Heineken okay?"

  "Yeah."

  He sat beside Chung as Chung took a beer out of a small fridge within easy reaching distance of his desk.

  "You can't see them on any traffic cams. Why wouldn't Odhran stay at his house? It has to be the ideal place to extract information out of Harold. Why would he move?"

  "You think that there's something secret at the estate?"

  "Maybe. I know that Harold is alive. I can feel it. I know that I'm not deluding myself with a pretty fantasy. Where else would they take him and why? It wouldn't make sense to try to make it through customs with Harold. It's not as if Odhran is overly concerned with American law enforcement, not if he's kidnapped an FBI agent and is holding him for information."

  "You think that he would be scared of you? You're a pretty big guy."

  Andreas shook his head. "I don't think that he considered me a threat. He might now know who I am."

  "You want to go to the FBI?"

  "No, not unless I want to end up in jail." Andreas snorted. "Wait a minute...what if he's waiting for someone?"

  Andreas felt as if a lightbulb just went on in his head. He drank more of his beer. In vino veritas. He looked around the room. He looked at a boat in a glass bottle.

  "That's a pretty boat," he told Chung.

  "My parents had a boat like that once."

  "Okay." He didn't know much about Chung, but he didn't want to be too nosy. Being too inquisitive didn't pay in their line of business.

  He put his beer down. "Wait. There was a failed raid that took place in Chesapeake Bay, but the feds thought that it was dumb, bad intel. What if it wasn't bad intel. If Odhran had storage containers in Chesapeake Bay..."

  "Then they could keep Harold Kaine there without anybody noticing. They are big enough to live in. Some people have turned shipping containers into homes. Zappos turned containers into Container Park in Las Vegas. It's a real possibility."

  "Would anybody ever look for Harold Kaine in a shipping container?"

  "Probably not. We've got the location from those documents, right?"

  "Yeah."

  "I'm going to get some reinforcements."

  "I'll go check in on Phoebe."

  Andreas went into the bedroom and looked at Phoebe, who was still curled up on the bed. She didn't stir an inch, but he knew that she was aware of him watching her and being inside of the room. He didn't want to wake her. He wanted to surprise her when he brought her father back. She had been way too much stress lately, more stress than was really good for the baby. He stepped outside and gently closed the door.

  He hung around the back side of Chung's. He needed to wait for back-up before he took on Odhran on his own turf.

  Andreas had kicked his smoking habit a long time ago, but he went to the cabinet where he knew Chung kept his cigars and smoking supplies. He needed a hit right now.

  Going into a secluded corner, he lit one cigar with a cheap Bic lighter. He choked when he took his first drag. He was out of practice. He hoped that he wouldn't throw up like he did his first time as a kid.

  He blew a smoke ring. The nicotine helped him loosen up just a little bit. He could make it there in time to save Harold. He could do it. He told himself those things as if it would make it true. He could make it in time and bring Harold home safe to Phoebe and Sally. Odhran might not be breathing when everything was said in done, but then, he'd started it when he kidnapped Phoebe.

  42

  Stowaway

  Phoebe

  Phoebe woke up in the darkness and panicked a little bit, heart racing, thinking that she was still in her lavish prison on Odhran's estate. She relaxed a little when she remembered that she was at Chung's now.

  She didn't know why, but she had a feeling that Andreas had a real lead. She turned on the lights and got dressed. She wasn't really all that clean, but she'd just have to deal with it.

  She slipped out the back door of the restaurant which led straight to a parking lot. There were a few cars there. Andreas' SUV was out there.

  She could hear them talking quietly. The wind carried their words over to her.

  "Harold...bay...rescue..."

  They really were going to get her daddy. Andreas would want to take his car; she knew that he liked to be at the wheel. She knew the code to get into his car. Unnoticed by the men who had gathered for the rescue mission, she climbed through the car until she got into the backseat and hid under it, making herself invisible.

  She waited for them to come into the car, but they took too long. She fell asleep.

  * * *

  When she woke up, she heard packs being loaded into the trunk next to her. Two guys were riding with Andreas, who, true to form, was driving his own car. The others must be in another car.

  Finally, Andreas put the car into reverse and headed towards the Beltway.

  Her heart began to beat as fast as a hummingbird's in her chest. Maybe she was crazy to stow away on this rescue mission. She didn't know what Atana would do if she realized that Phoebe wasn't at Chung's.

  Maybe she was doing it because she didn't have complete trust in Andreas anymore.

  Whatever it was, she felt as if she needed to be on the real rescue mission. Maybe she'd be needed in some way and an angel whispered in her ear to nudge her into sneaking out. She might be very ill-prepared, lacking any kind of weapons training, and pregnant, but Odhran had her father. And Harold Kaine would come home safe tonight.

  No matter what.

  Phoebe felt the car go over what felt like every pothole in the DC metro. Seriously, did this SUV have no suspension at all? She know that she felt more than usual since she was flat against the floor, but a particularly huge bump made her hit her heat on the metal underside of the backseat.

  “Ouch!”

  She winced, not from pain. She knew that she’d been discovered when the car swerved over to the side of the road.

  “Phoebe?” Andreas opened his door and opened the trunk. “Baby, are you here?”

  She bit her lip and debated answering. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t heard her. There were two other people in the car.


  “It’s me,” she admitted, crawling out from under the back seat and standing up. “Hi, Andreas.”

  “Are you serious?”

  She blushed.

  “Why would you do this?”

  She blushed harder. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”

  “Let me introduce you to Ricky and Bill.”

  “Hi,” she said, giving a small wave.

  “Ricky and Bill and I…we go way back.”

  “Okay.” She got the subtext. They were the same…the same kind of men as her husband.

  Phoebe looked at Andreas and she could see irritation written plainly on his face. She had snuck into the car on impulse. She had no clue why she was here.

  “Baby, you might see some stuff that you might not be ready for.”

  “I know,” she whispered.

  Andreas sighed. “It’s too late for us to take you back. Just stay hidden in the car, okay?”

  “I will.”

  Phoebe was beginning to seriously regret coming on this ride. She didn't know why she'd inserted herself on this mission. But she was scared -- scared that she might never see her daddy again.

  They got back on the road and Phoebe had to admit that actually sitting on the back seat was much more comfortable than sitting on the ground.

  She saw the men get out of the car. There was a truck next to them.

  "My wife's in the back of my ride. It's a long story." Andreas closed his door, which muffled their voices so she could no longer hear what they were saying.

  She swallowed hard. She told herself that she was okay sitting on the sidelines, but she could see all the men doing a double check of their weapons.

  Andreas came around to the back of the car to take out the packs that they'd stowed there.

  "You just stay in the truck, you hear?"

  "I will," she said. She knew that it was silly to ride along with them, but she wasn't a child. She could follow simple directions.