Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 800

The man set her gently on the bed, looming over her with a mischievous grin. "Relax," he teased, "I’m not about to throw a rifle in the baby’s crib. I’ll ship Barnaby off in a minute, promise."

Susanna rolled her eyes. This guy—he didn’t just lack a filter, he seemed to have misplaced his common sense entirely.

Now Hull was starting to get why Ronald had flat-out refused to take Barnaby in the first place. Having one Finley around was enough; why risk his sanity with another loudmouth?

"Wait, what do you mean, ‘baby practicing with a rifle’? Who’s having a baby?" Susanna sputtered.

Hull just smirked. "What, you think he’s got a point?"

"No! That’s not—ugh." Susanna was about to lose it.

How did she end up surrounded by people whose logic belonged in a circus?

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Hull finally claimed Susanna that night, no more training, no more games. Her ankle was sprained, and Hull had made up his mind: he was going to protect her, no matter what. Whatever hell they had to walk through, he'd be there, right beside her.

For them, things were looking up. But Stella was the one stuck worrying. Ronald figured Hull was plotting something big at Black Gate, so he kept quiet about Susanna’s whereabouts. Idris called Susanna, but kept mum about Yvonne’s trip to Black Gate—just asked her where she was, nothing more. Susanna thought it was odd, but didn’t dwell on it.

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Stella, of course, was worried sick about Susanna. To her, the folks at Black Gate were family by blood, but that didn’t stop every single one of them from wanting her gone. Father, brother, sister—each one had a grudge. Her mother’s past had become the spark that set off the powder keg at Black Gate, and Dan was more than happy to fan the flames. Now, with Hull and Susanna’s complicated relationship in the mix, everyone seemed to have it out for her.

No one could get a hold of Susanna.

"Actually, I have some good news," Stella added suddenly.

"Oh? What is it?"

"I’m pregnant. With triplets."

Yvonne nearly dropped her phone. "Wait, what? Triplets? Are you serious?"

She thought back to the time she’d seen a woman pregnant with twins—her belly had been enormous, and walking looked like a workout. Triplets? Poor Star was going to have her hands full.

"Star, if it gets to be too much, you know you don’t have to go through with it, right?"