Book 2, Chapter 35: Beth

**Caden**
*Six months prior*

I am sitting in bed, looking over the latest report from our team about the events of Madison’s kidnapping while Beth is in the bathroom with Arthur, puking her guts up. To know that Black Spade is the one that took Madison grinds my gears.

He is a fucking ghost, and every lead we have leads to another dead end. Our dads are breathing down our necks. Father Jason and Dad Charlie have moved back into the main office with us, taking back some control. Papa Ben and Abba Kai are working closely with our other brothers to prepare the men for eventual war. No doubt, hell is about to rain fire on this Earth as soon as we find Madison. Mom is busying herself with the grandkids so she doesn’t completely lose it.

Beth comes out first, crawling straight to her spot in the middle of the bed. She looks like she wants to pass out. “Oh, love, is the baby acting up again?” I ask her sweetly, rubbing her back as soon as she lays down and hugs her pillow.

“Your spawn are evil. I’m cutting both of you off, or better yet, let’s cut them off,” she mutters, closing her eyes. Arthur and I chuckle.

“You don’t mean that, darling. If we cut them off, you’d miss them inside you. No one can make you cum like we can,” Arthur teased.

“You are your perfectly acceptable logic can go fuck a cactus,” Beth sasses before she leans up and kisses both of us. “Love you,” she says before quickly falling asleep, her breath evening out within seconds.

I see Arthur admiring Beth with the same obsessed, loving glint in his eyes that he had when we first met her.

“This pregnancy is worse than the others; she is only about eight weeks too. Maybe this one is finally a girl. Do you think it’s another set of twins?” I ask my brother as I run my hand through her soft blonde hair.

“Hm, I don’t know. We have three sets already, so the odds are against us,” he responded. “She always looks extra gorgeous when she’s pregnant,” he sighed longingly as he gently rubbed her hip.

“It seems like yesterday when we first laid eyes on her. I can’t believe it will be ten years next week that she has been with us,” I mused, feeling my heart swell at the memories.

“I know. I still have phantom pains every time she gives us that little ‘you really want to mess with me’ look,” Arthur chuckled as he moved his hand over his crotch.

I smiled at the memory…

***Flashback, ten years prior (Third Person)***

Arthur and Caden climbed into the black SUV, waiting outside one of the many warehouses near the docks they used to oversee some of the latest shipments. They had six central warehouses around the main city and would change the pick-up and delivery locations each time. The warehouses were so big yet well-hidden and secured by the most advanced, unhackable systems.

They were exhausted from a day of directing gun-wielding minions and paperwork. They were now twenty-five and had inherited the entire O’Donnell Mafia last year.

“Where are we going again?” Arthur asked Caden without looking up from his phone.

“Uh, I believe Roger, Damien, Scott, August, Xavier, Zayn, and I think Travis got a booth at Club Diamond tonight,” Caden responded as he loosened his tie.

“Damien and Scott are back in town? Why am I just hearing about this?” Arthur demanded.

“I think they just got back earlier today. Roger texted while you were checking the shipment to Dubai,” Caden said, shrugging.

Arthur just huffed, going back to his emails. Before they knew it, their car pulled in front of the famed Club Diamond. It was classically deceptive—it was actually an elite strip club with membership. It was designed to make people think it was an exclusive dance club, and people would stand outside for hours, wanting to get in, only for others to stroll straight to the door and walk right in with a flash of a card or a password to the bouncers.

They were VIP regulars at the joint, so when they stepped out of their cars, the bouncers immediately opened the door for them to walk right in. The waiting crowd groaned and complained behind the ropes, but the men didn’t care.

They leisurely waltzed into the place, down the main hallway, and into the main stage area. The club was busy tonight—men and a few women were at both bars on either side of the club, and most men were lounging in the big sofa seats around the main T-shaped stage, where a few girls in pasties and sparkled thongs were dancing sensually. Other girls were on laps, their breasts in their faces, or lip-locked with patrons.

The men spotted a large booth to the side where their best friends were already sitting, enjoying their liquor. As they walked, they spotted a tiny woman with beautiful curves, no more than five foot three, and a cute blonde ponytail bobbing behind her, approaching them with a tray full of drinks. She was wearing a server's uniform, and unlike most other servers, her blouse was a little loose on her frame and buttoned up all the way. She wore a tight black skirt and opted for white Converse instead of heels. Both guys are already intrigued. Her eyes were downcast, and she was glued to the tray, watching to ensure the expensive liquid wouldn’t spill. Yet the men were fascinated watching her effortlessly weave through the patrons. Her smile was infectious, and she just captivated the young Mafia men.

She looked up briefly as Arthur and Caden stepped out of her way. Her eyes were a beautiful grey color that captivated the twins. She gave them a small smile, and their usually cold exterior fractured just a bit.
The girl kept walking and went to a table on the other end.

“She’s different,” Arthur whispered to his brother. Caden only nodded in agreement. They walked to their booth and greeted their men with ease.

They fell into easy conversation, but the twins were not fully present. Their eyes wandered around the main floor, watching the little waitress buzz around patrons, keeping her head down and doing her job.

A few hours and several drinks later, the club's crowd was getting a little rowdier and louder, as was expected at this late hour.

Arthur and Caden were sitting at the end, which was strangely convenient, when a drunk patron hauled off and slapped the little waitress on her sweet curvy ass. The boys stood up as they watched her fall on the table, spilling a drink in the process. Other men at the booth started yelling, getting riled up because of the mess.

What they were not expecting was watching the shy little temptress take another glass that had not tipped over and poured it over the head of the patron.

With fire in his eyes, the patron stood up, grabbing her starched collar, towering over the small frame of the girl who stood her ground.

The seething patron was about to haul off and hit the girl, but Caden came out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist. The patron swallowed fearfully, seeing the cold gaze of the man whose family had the most brutal reputation. Caden and Arthur had made their name in the city for being ruthless in the most sadistic way, just like their infamous fathers.

The man was so distracted by Caden that he loosened his grip on the girl, and Arthur could grab her shoulders and move her to the side.

“I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again,” the man pleaded, as pain radiated through his arm from Caden, slowly twisting it at an angle that shouldn’t exist.

“You are right; it won’t happen again,” Caden said coldly before twisting the hand again. A sickening crack was heard by the two, bringing the man down to his knees and tears streaming down his face.

“Now, you and your dickshit posse get the fuck out of here,” Caden ordered, shouting at the table. They quickly scrambled away and left.

“Hey! They haven’t paid their bill yet! That will come out of my paycheck,” the girl huffed, her anger now turned to the men who helped her.

“We will settle their bill, sweetheart,” Arthur said, reaching up and moving a stray hair from her face. That was a wrong move because the little fire spirit, no taller than the middle of his chest, slapped his hand away before stepping back, only to bring her leg upright between his knees.

“FUCK!” Arthur screamed as he went down on his knees, cupping his balls that were on fire.

“Don’t fucking touch me again, Pervert,” the girl muttered, her cheeks flushed with anger. She turned on her heel and walked to a server's entrance to the back.

Caden couldn’t help but chuckle. She either didn’t know who they were, or she had a death wish. He waved at the men standing up, hands on their hidden guns, giving them the silent command to stand down.

“You okay there, bro?” Caden asked, extending his hand to Arthur to help him up, a smug smile on his face at his brother’s pain.

“Shut the fuck up, Caden,” Arthur muttered, pushing his brother lightly. “Fuck, I think I’m in love,” he whispered, looking at where the girl had disappeared and rubbing his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, me too,” Caden whispered. Arthur looked at him with a knowing look.

“I want her,” they said together, in their freaky twin vibe.

“I’ll get Damien to get all her info and call the car around back. You want to get her?” Caden asked Arthur with a smirk.

“No. I think my balls have had enough interaction with her tonight. You get her, and I’ll talk to the guys,” Arthur responded.

With a nod of their heads, they dispersed. Caden headed back into the employee area, walking through the kitchen and break room, checking every room until he came to a locker room near the back entrance.

She was sitting alone on a bench, her head in her hands. She looked up at the sound of the door hitting the wall. Her face flushed, and her eyes widened. As Caden stepped forward, she stood and backed up further into the locker room.

“Sir, please don’t come any closer,” she said with a quivering voice. She raised her hands as a hopeful barrier.

Caden didn’t stop. Instead, he walked over to her until she hit her back against the farthest wall. “What’s your name, baby?” he asked quietly, his eyes promising a hunt of a lifetime.

“I am not a baby,” she said, her fear replaced with anger.

“You’re right,” Caden replied, nodding at her, stunning her at his statement. “You’re not *a* baby. You’re going to *our* baby… Beth,” Caden emphasized 'a' and 'our' and then noticed her name tag right over her ample covered breast. He tasted her name on his tongue and loved it.

“AH!” she screamed as Caden bent down, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder without any more conversation. She started thrashing in his hold, hitting his back and screaming bloody murder.

Her threats and pleading were disregarded as Caden effortlessly carted her through the back door before pushing her into the waiting bullet-proof SUV.