Chapter 33:

"What the fuck?"

Bo took three great strides into the room and pulled Katrina out of Vincent's grasp. "What are you doing?" he shouted.

Vincent ignored him and reached out for Katrina again.

"Vincent you fucking freak, what's going on?" Bo snapped, shoving Katrina further behind him.

Vincent turned away and began to pace the room. Katrina buried her face in her hands.

"Come on," Bo said, forcing Katrina up the stairs. He drug Katrina through the House of Wax, up the driveway to the house and shut the door. "What the fuck just happened?"

Katrina sighed and slumped into a chair. "We had a fight."

"What the hell happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Bo shook his head and pulled a beer from the fridge. "Want one?"

"No. Just some water."

Bo handed her a glass of water and sat opposite her, taking a long swig of beer. "What's going on between you two? Here I am wanting to be a nice guy and apologize to you and you're down there getting yourself killed!"

"I'm not sure. It was all one big explosion. I said some things, and then he accused me of wanting to screw you." Katrina massaged her temples with a long sigh. "I told him that I would never screw you . . . not that there's something wrong with you or anything, you know."

"Of course I'd screw you anytime," Bo said, earning himself a glare from Katrina. "You're drop dead gorgeous, Kat. But I'm not a one-girl kind of guy, and I know you wouldn't deal with that shit."

She laughed. "Nope. I'd chop your balls off and feed them to you."

"Don't I fuckin' know it?" He laughed along with her. "But seriously, Kat, there's something I want to tell you." Bo leaned back in his chair, looking at her seriously. "I talk a lot of shit to my brother, because he's my brother. If he were normal, I'd do the same. It's just the way I am. You know you love it." He chuckled. "Any fuckin' way, the truth of the matter is that Vince loves you. And it's not just regular love. He's fucking ob-fuckin'-sessed. And I'm not gonna mess with you . . . for that reason. You're his."

Katrina sighed and drank some more of her water. "I know he loves me. I love him too, Bo."

"Then why are you two havin' this blowout?"

She shrugged. "I'm pretty damn sure it's my fault."

Bo guzzled the rest of his beer and tossed the bottle out the window. "He thinks you're gonna leave, I bet."

"Why would he think that?"

"Because you're fightin'. The great ass doesn't realize people fight once in a while. Makes things interesting, in my opinion."

"How the bloody hell would you know that?"

"I've had my share of women, darlin'. I just gave up on the whole girlfriend thing when I was a teenager. Like I said before, I'm not a one-woman kind of guy. Girls don't like that."

"What should I do? He won't talk to me, and he's all violent about it. Vince'd probably turn me into a wax doll just to keep me around."

"That's what he was going to do, Kitty Kat. I know it. It's why I stopped his stupid ass." Bo leaned forward. "If you were going to leave, darlin', or if you'd done somethin' fucked up, I'd have let him do it. But I know you. And you're not like that. This shit is just a big fucking misunderstanding."

"I wouldn't expect any less from you, Bo," Katrina said with a wry grin. "You do love your brother even if you act like a damn asshole when it comes to him."

"Don't you dare tell him a word I've said!" Bo said threateningly.

She laughed at him. "Of course not."

"You need to talk to him, Kitty Kat."

"I know. But how? If I come near him, he'll kill me."

"You need to explain why you did what you did. In fact, I'd like to know what you did."

Katrina sighed and began fingering her belly ring. "I'm . . . overemotional right now. Too many hormones." She went on to explain what had happened.

"PMS, or whatever that shit is that makes women crazier than hell?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm not riding the crimson wave."

"Well then what the fuck is it?"

She was silent for a long minute. "It's . . . I'm pregnant, Bo."

He stared. "You're fucking shitting me!"

"No, it has been two months since . . . well, you know."

Bo jumped up and yanked her out of her chair to give her a great bear hug. "So I'm gonna be an uncle?"

"Yep. Unless I'm going through menopause early."

"Well no wonder you've been a bit difficult to live with. I take it the bastard doesn't know yet, does he?"

"No. I haven't told him."

"Come on, Kitten, we've got to go tell him. That'll sort out all this."

She pulled back. "No. I'm afraid."

"Of Vincent? Once he knows . . ."

"No," Katrina whispered, tugging on his arm. "I'm . . . I'm afraid of popping it out."

"Oh." Bo stopped in his tracks, remembering what his parents had told him of his and Vincent's perilous birth. His mother had had a Caesarean section because she couldn't birth the twins normally. Even though his father was a doctor and had known exactly what to do, his mother had almost died.

"We'll have to talk to Vincent and Lester about that. Something will have to be done. I think you'd be better off having it in a hospital."

She nodded in agreement. "But how can I do that?"

"Like I said, we'll figure something out. Now let's go talk to Vince."