Chapter five

Pregnant? 

Is Victoria pregnant?..... And she didn’t tell me. 

How was that possible for seven years? 

I rushed upstairs and quickly opened our room but her things were no longer there. 

Her clothes, toiletries, footwear_ everything was gone.

No…!!! I screamed, pulling my hair. 

Fuck it, I was so focused on sending her away that I didn’t know that she was carrying our child. 

Where exactly will she be now? She can’t go to her parents’ house, I know Victoria, but where?

She doesn’t have any friends….. shit!!! 

Scratching my head, I paced around in confusion. Why did she get pregnant for me? 

Stupid…. This has always been the plan for her to conceive. 

Her tearful filled eyes flashed back in my head again. 

  Oh God!! I divorced her and let her go away with my child. 

I ran my hand through my hair, feeling anxious. The emptiness of the room seemed to be mocking me. 

Damnit! I quickly dialed my best friend’s number. 

The phone rang only twice before he picked up. 

“Hey, I thought you were dead," 

“Something is wrong, we need to see," I cut in instantly, interrupting him.

My voice sounded very urgent and desperate. 

There was a brief silence before Bronson asked, “Is everything okay, Logan?" 

I raked my hands through my hair, massaging my temples as I restlessly paced around in a circle. "This isn't something we can discuss over the phone. Meet me at the Onyx Lounge, now!"

"Bro, Onyx Lounge? Your party's about to start. What's going on?"

I exploded in frustration, my voice rising. "Fuck the party!!" I yelled, before taking a deep breath and composing myself. "We need to talk, Bronson Vaughn. Now!"

“Fine," he finally muttered and I instantly ended the call. 

I hurried toward the center table and grabbed my car key and rushed out of the house. 

*** **** 

All the drive down the club was messier, my mind was racing with a lot of questions and what if…. 

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life but it turned out to be the most drastic day. 

First, Harper is pregnant and now Victoria is also pregnant but nowhere to be seen. 

The baby, her. 

She was no longer in my mansion, where do I start looking for her?

“Watch out!!" I heard the angry voice of a man, his face contorted in a rage. That seemed to cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality and I immediately pressed my feet on the brake, stopping the car from clashing over his car. 

Shit!!!! How could I forget that I was on the road, driving? 

Thank goodness, my tinted glass was whined up. He doesn’t need to know who it was unless news will be everywhere by tomorrow. I ignored his tantrums and ignited my car and drove off.

I reached the club before Bronson, he still wasn’t in sight. 

I walked over to our favorite spot and sat, my mind drifting off again. 

“Hey buddy, you sounded so desperate,” I heard Bronson's deep voice and I shot my eyes open. 

Sitting upright to face him. 

“I really need your help, I messed up,” I breathe, hating the fact that I am doing this.

But when it comes to Bronson, I am just open like a book. 

We have been friends for a long time now, since childhood. 

“You messed up, how? Holy crap, yes of course you impregnated your wife’s sister. You fucked up, you know, right?” He said as he walked over to sit down. 

I clenched my jaw, glaring at him. I know I messed up but does he really have to rub it on my face? 

And besides, it was just one thing hit with Harper, we had everything planned. I paid that fool for that, her getting pregnant was just out of the plan. 

Rubbing my jaw, I pushed Harper’s thoughts behind me. 

“Victoria is gone," I said but he didn't flinch or seem surprised. 

"Of course, were you expecting her to stay back? This has been what you wanted so why the face?” 

“Yes but you can’t understand, man, I want her back," I said and roughly ran my hand through my hair. 

“Stop joking, Logan, do you even know who you are talking about?” He gave me an insane look, ".... The same pathetic wife, the ugly, naive, low life, plus sized…..”

I didn’t let him finish and I cut in. 

"She has my child!"  I slammed my fists on the table, my voice trembling with rage. 

My eyes blazed with anger and a hint of frustration.

"Child?" Bronson raised an eyebrow.

I gritted my teeth. "I found out she was weeks pregnant."

Bronson’s wide gaze stared back at me, I didn’t say anything and just lowered my head in shame. 

I already knew what was going through his head right now but he didn’t say anything. Instead he cleared his throat after a few minutes of silence.

 

“Alright, calm down. What do you want me to do?” 

Yes, that is it, I lifted my head and leaned forward. Before I could talk, my phone started buzzing, I stared at the caller ID, and of course, it was Madam Calantha.

I sighed and muted the call. 

“I want to know where she went to, the country, the state…. Anywhere,” 

“But you have a lot of detectives to run this for you, so why call me?" 

“Come on, Bronson, Ethan Thompson is in the hospital. And is not by having a lot of detectives, I need someone that can be fast and get me all the necessary information within two days,” 

Bronson opened his mouth to talk but the ringing tone of my phone cut in again, interrupting our conversation and drawing our attention. 

I stared back at the screen, the same name flashing as the caller ID…. Madam Calantha. 

I angrily switched up my phone and turned to find the curious face looking at me. 

“Why are you not picking?" 

“Not necessary," I shrugged it off, honestly I am not ready for Madam Calantha’s tantrums. 

Mom can be a pain in the ass at times.. well, not sometimes but every damn time. 

She always wants things her way. Those calls smell trouble and I already know what she is up to. Mom never attended my birthday party since I got married to Victoria. 

She despises her gut and can't stand her. But today I know she is at my mansion probably with Harper for some show-off and degrading. 

She doesn’t know that Victoria has already left. 

“Madam Calantha?" Bronson knows me too well. 

“Yeah," I sighed, leaning my head back. 

My head pounds with a lot of margarine, and my headache shoots hard. 

“You didn’t want to tell her?" 

“She doesn’t need to know for now," I said, leaning forward again. “Please help me, you have a smart detective," I begged. 

Bronson gave me a long suspicious stare, " I thought you never wanted a child so why the sudden worked up and besides, Harper is already pregnant if is all about the properties,” 

Fuck it….! 

Can he fucking shut up and just help me? 

I hate the fact that I am this vulnerable, he shouldn’t make it harder for me. 

I clenched my teeth, curling my fists beside me, “Are you going to help me or not?" 

"Of course, I will, I will call Lucas to get in her case immediately,” he said and pulled out his phone to dial a number. 

I know I can always count on him, mom will have my eardrum blown off by tomorrow but right now I just didn’t care. 

My mind is piled up with a lot of thinking and endless thoughts, making the headache worse. I turned and called the bartender. 

The barman approached and lowered his head in respect to take in our order, “ Get us cold Everclear, Absinthe, and Bacardi 151,” I said and Bronson snapped his head at me before giggling. 

I glared at him. He shook his head and turned to answer the call. 

The barman nodded and left and I just rested my head on the chair while tapping my finger on the table waiting for the drinks. 

This is what I really wanted now, anything to clear my mind for a while.