[Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me

BOOK: [Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me
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Rattle Me – A Ravage MC Novella 3.75

Copyright © 2015 by Ryan Michele

 

Editor: Lea Burn

 

Proofreader: Julie Deaton

 

Cover Artist: Melissa Gill at MG Book Covers (
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)

 

Formatting: Angela McLaurin, Fictional Formats (
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

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**DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for mature readers 18+, and is not suitable for younger readers due to adult and sexual situations.

 

PROLOGUE—CASEY

CHAPTER 1—CASEY

CHAPTER 2—GT

CHAPTER 3—CASEY

CHAPTER 4—CASEY

CHAPTER 5—GT

CHAPTER 6—CASEY

CHAPTER 7—CASEY

CHAPTER 8—CASEY

CHAPTER 9—GT

CHAPTER 10—CASEY

ALSO BY RYAN MICHELE

 

 

 

To the Ravage MC Hotties Facebook group. You chose the color red.

 

 

 

When I finished
Seduce Me
, I knew that there was more to GT and Casey’s story. They needed their happy ending.
Rattle Me
is the result of that.

Thank you to all of my beta readers who have helped me out tremendously. I appreciate everything you’ve done.

My family. Thank you so much for sticking by my side throughout this journey.

To my readers. Thank you, a million times thank you. You are the reason I continue writing this series. You are a huge support.

Ravage Ravages—Thank you!!!!!

 

 

 

I pace back and forth over the soft brown carpet in GT’s and my living room, chewing on what’s left of my fingernails. I wiggle my toes with each step, feeling the softness between them, but it does nothing to provide me the comfort I so desperately need. I tried sitting still, but it didn’t work. My legs would bounce uncontrollably and I’d stand in an effort to immediately tame them. My heart is pumping so fast, I fear it will blow out of my chest and run its own marathon at any moment. Nerves, these are not nerves. They are live wires ready to connect and combust in a sea of sparks and fire.

I wipe my hands on my jeans again; no matter what I do, I can’t stop them from sweating.

How long is three minutes anyway? Too damn long, that’s for sure.

Not so long ago, I took test after test, alone and scared to find out the result. Now is no different. I’m a combination of terrified, nervous, and excited to know what it will say.

I waited until GT left for the club this morning, not wanting to worry him for no reason. I bought the tests yesterday on my way home from the garage, but by the time I got here, GT was home and I couldn’t find time to take them. Part of me thought I should have him be here for this, but if it comes back negative, I don’t want to let him down. I honestly don’t even know how I feel about either result, let alone how he will react. If the little magical stick reads
YES
and I am pregnant, I’ll be terrified of losing the baby, like I did Mia. I’m not sure I’m strong enough right now to go through that pain again.

If it comes back negative, I’m afraid I’ll be so disappointed I’ll experience the same grief. I’m a walking contradiction and I know this, which is another reason I haven’t told him. I have no doubt that GT and I would love this little child and be the parents he or she needs. I just don’t know if we could handle another loss and that’s the part that scares the shit out of me.

The timer on the microwave beeps repeatedly, echoing through the house. I stop mid-stride and look over in its direction, scared like the damned thing might jump out to bite me. I breathe out deeply, walking over to the metal device to turn off the pesky noise. I hit the button and the sound doesn’t stop. I try again, pressing hard. Nothing. Frustration clouds me as I forcefully pound every button, finally getting it to stop, blowing my hair out of my face from the exertion.
Shit. Get a grip, Casey.

I rest my hand on the countertop, trying to get myself together. What in the hell is wrong with me? I hate that anxiety and fear is overriding this moment. This moment that could be perfect or scary as shit. My head spins from being all over the damn place and I close my eyes to get control. The only way to find out for sure is to look.

I walk slowly to the bathroom, each step harder to make than the last. Entering the bathroom, I scan the counter of the white double-sink, littered with five tests. I am not taking any chances with this answer. When I missed my period this month and then couldn’t remember if I had it last month, I needed to make sure. Some may call not remembering irresponsible. I call it life; especially mine over the last months.

I walk ever so slowly to the tests, closing my eyes, and stop just shy of seeing the results. I breathe in deep. I can do this. Whatever it is, GT and I will deal. Right?

I open my eyes and look down at the sticks that will tell me if GT’s and my life is forever changed. I gasp in a breath, sucking in so deep I’d be surprised if there were any oxygen left in the room. I line up the tests, one after another showing pluses—five, five plus signs.

Holy shit. I’m Pregnant!

Tears dance in my eyes, swirling around and making the tests blurry. My body is light, as if I’m floating above myself looking at all the tests. It’s that big of a high. My lips curve into a smile so broad my eyes scrunch. I wrap an arm around my waist and lift my other hand to my lips as the tears continue to fall.

Pregnant
. My knees give out and I sink down the wall to the tiled floor, the coldness coming through my jeans. My muscles tremble as I tilt my head to stare up at the bathroom ceiling. I close my eyes and breathe in as deep as possible, willing the tears to stop from flowing. The bottom line is I’m happy, so very happy to have GT’s baby inside of me. And this time, I’ll do it right. I won’t hide it. He will know tonight and be there with me every step of the way.

We can handle this. Right? We may not get everything perfect, but we can do this.

 

 

 

I need to quietly extract my body from GT’s, but since I’m lying on the couch wrapped up in his arms, it’s proving to be a bit difficult. Every damn time I move, he twitches or nuzzles in closer to me. Dammit. I lift his arm and my nerves go berserk. This time he doesn’t move and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Step one.

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