I never thought telling my mother that Lilly was pregnant was going to be a very big mistake. I guess it doesn't help that I won't tell her where I'm keeping my brother and now I have knocked up a girl I am not even married to yet. The screaming was so loud on the phone that the worker in front of my office desk flinched. He soon got the que to just leave so I could handle the very angry woman on the phone.

"Jason Lucas Attel! Lilly is barely in her twenties and you got her pregnant?! Dear god you are just like your father!" she groaned after screaming a few sinful words previously. "Mom it was an accide-" I stopped when she hollered on the other end that she was coming over right now. I shot up from my desk after she abruptly hung up and ran out of my office to begin the almost impossible hunt for my pregnant girlfriend.

Lilly has been lately escaping her body guards and hiding in the most ridiculous places in the house. Last time we found her munching on chocolate covered pretzels in the pool house closet. I have tried to make her understand that since she is the love of my life, she has become a target for my enemies. Now that she is carrying our child, her as a target is more severe. But apparently her 'alone time' is more important.

With over half of my men, new and old helping, it took almost half an hour to find her. A man named Johnny found her in the movie theater reading a book with her phone flashlight. He only found her because her phone dinged from one of my many texts asking where the hell she is.

She stomped out of the theater with a look of annoyance. "What!" she growled. Although she has only been a little over a month pregnant, her mood swings, mostly anger, have been progressively getting worse as the days go by. With the palm digging into my eye, as I rubbed it in frustration, she stood there with her hands on her hips. "My mom will be here in a few minutes." Her eyes widened. "Does she know about the baby?" With a nod of my head, her glare returned.

Lilly didn't want me telling my mother about the baby until we decided on a wedding date. She finally caved in about getting married earlier thanks to my little munchkin as she didn't want our child coming into the world with unmarried parents. So let's just say every single dream I have had since I laid my eyes on Lilly are coming true within a short period of time. Just the way I like it. Sadly that comes with an angry mother and a frustrated fiancé all aimed towards me.

Before I could calm down my very furious fiancé, my mother slammed the front door open. "Jason Lucas Attel where in the hell is that poor girl!" Her screams echoed through out the entire house, causing a few of my men to gulp. Looking over at Lilly, she sent me one more glare and walked away to go greet my mother.

Few seconds later you hear "Oh Lilly! Darling! How are you dear?". The two women were gleefully talking while I hid from them to spare my poor self from the two women. Before I could walk away and head to my office I was stopped by none other then my mother. "Jason! Get over here!"

After being yelled at for about ten minutes, I was finally able to get us to the family room to sit down and calm both of them with a cup of sparkling lemon water. "Jason, honey, where is Anthony? I haven't been able to see him after his accident."

Surprisingly he was at PT. In the beginning I had to drag his ass to what he calls 'the worst fucktard in the fucking universe'. But ever since a few days ago the angry yelling and constant pleads to not go vanished. In fact he came back smiling like a little girl from his last PT session.

"He's at PT" I mumbled. Being attacked by two very powerful women in my life has started to wear me down. When I was able to excuse myself from the party, I went straight towards the basement.

The lay out was almost the same from the previous house, only thing different was the cells were more up to date on security. "Open it." My grunt of annoyance was answered when the guard pressed the button to open my brother's cell.

I was greeted with a smirk from the battered and bruised man. "So you finally decided to come say hi!" Brushing him off, I grabbed a steel chair to sit down. While I was moving the heavy metal furniture, a small flinch came from the snickering lunatic. Good.

"This is how we're going to play this out. Since you're literally part of my blood, I won't kill you. So I either get someone else to do the dirty work or we let our mother settle your demise." The moment our mother was mentioned, his eyes widened. "That can't be my only options you asshole! Mom will make sure I suffer for the rest of my life and I can't fucking die! I have a kid coming man!"

I finally started to feel the stress come off my shoulders. Just seeing the man that has made my life miserable ever since he could talk, was finally submitting to me. "Your choice brother. I give you twenty-four hours. Also don't scream too much. Mom's home."

I walked away from my swearing brother and trotted up the steps with a new skip in them. My life was finally coming together. I was getting married to the love of my life, having a child, and my dumb ass of a brother was finally getting what he always deserved.