Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Trace

W ith Shea’s party going smoothly and all perimeters double-checked for safety, I duck out to meet my contact. As a bodyguard, one who lives with the client, it’s hard to disappear for hours. And doctors don’t usually make house calls. But I found one who agreed to meet me in East Hampton. Something I’ll pay extra for.

This doctor came highly recommended by a friend of Rhys’, but my brother looked at me like I was crazy when I told him about my plan to knock up Shea.

If she’s pregnant, that’s another reason her old-school father will support our marriage. And I’ll have the backing of my cousins unless they plan to be hypocrites the way they killed the marriage deal between Kieran O’Rourke and their sister Siobhan when she ‘claimed’ to be pregnant with her ‘now’ husband’s baby.

“You can replace her birth control pills with these.” Dr. Mike, as he’s called in the psycho circles where I found him, hands me a sleeve of pills to insert into the pink contraception case Shea keeps in her purse. “And here’s two more.”

They look just like her pills, but for the first time, I’m hesitant to drug her. These things always seem like a better idea after a few shots of whiskey late at night. “What exactly am I giving her?”

“It’s called Clomid. Perfectly safe. Been on the market for decades. It’ll help her ovulate and get pregnant.”

“What if she doesn’t get pregnant the first month?” I ask, assuming with the way she’s been eyeing me, it’s just a matter of time before I’m sharing her bed.

“Give her the second batch.” He grins, happy to give me a bulk discount.

This is costing me a small fortune.

This quack has several rich-as-fuck mafia clients who tamper with their women’s birth control.

It’s not just me!

I could have figured out another way to get these pills, but Dr. Mike has them made to look like Shea’s birth control pack I sent him a picture of.

“And this will make her extra fertile?”

“Oh, yes.” He picks at his eyebrows with a nervous tick I recognize. “Do you know the name of her gynecologist? I can have someone break into his records and—”

I stop him from speaking with a glare that can wake the dead. “Do not go near my wife or her doctors.”

All I fucking need is this quack in a police station arrested for hacking into a doctor’s computers. He’ll sing like a fucking canary.

Lachlan not providing a timeframe for when Shea is to marry Nico Scava leaves me on edge. I don’t have all the time in the world to get her pregnant. “How do I increase the odds of conception?” I ask the doctor if there’s a secondary med I can slip into her morning coffee.

My question makes him swallow hard looking at me.

“If I may be blunt?” he says, and I think I’m about to get a lecture that will attempt to rattle my conscience.

“Go ahead,” I play with him.

“Fuck the living shit out of her.” He shrugs. “Fill her with an incredible amount of sperm. And after each ejaculation hold her down and lift her hips, so the seed doesn’t spill out of the vagina.”

How romantic.