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“Are you outta your fucking mind?” Saint roars, causing me to flinch. Nate tries to push me off him so I’m out of harm’s way just as Saint drops his arm back to his side. I smack his hands away and remain where I am, not daring to move in case they attack my friend again. “Answer me, Katie.”
I scowl up at the entitled prick. “Fuck you. You had no right to do that to him—-”
“Get fucked!” Saint seethes as Crue pulls out of Beck’s hold to stand next to him and glare down at me.
“That cunt signed away our rights to our daughter.” My eyes widen and I swallow audibly. “You think you can come back here and talk to us like you have a fucking right after what you did?” Crue doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “You and your fake-ass baby daddy need to get the fuck out of here and stay the fuck away from us. When we getourdaughter back you won’t be welcome in her life.” Tears spring to my eyes at his callous words. He has no idea what the fuck I went through or the struggle I faced with this decision.
“I did what I had to do to helpher,” Nathan shouts from beneath me.
“We didn’t even fucking know the baby existed!” I shrink into Nathan at the angry lilt of Saint’s voice.
“If you both hadn't acted like dicks when you found out about the pregnancy, she would have told you,” Nate tries to defend me but I know it’s futile. The looks on their faces tell me that nothing Nate or I say will change the hatred they feel toward us and what we did.
“She fucking lied! When she found out she didn’t lose the baby she should have come clean but instead, she hid from us and sold our kid!” The emotion in Crue’s voice can be felt. I know I fucked up but I’m not going to be subjected to their judgment when they weren’t there and have no idea what fucking struggles I faced. Gritting my teeth, I push to my feet and look to each of these entitled assholes who think they have the right to stand there and look down their noses at me.
“You both screamed and shouted when you found out I was pregnant, then when you thought I had lost the baby I saw the relief in each of your eyes. So don’t you dare fucking stand there and act like I did something wrong! You both told me I would never be a good mother, you made me feel like I was worthless and could never be a good mother to my own daughter, so fuck you both.” I feel Nathan at my back ready to defend me if they decide to come at me again. This wasn’t how I wanted this to play out. Neither of them says a word for a minute but they don’t need to, the look in their eyes says everything their mouths can’t.
They hate me. I’ve tried to convince myself for months that I hate them just as much but the truth is, even after everything they have done to me my heart can’t help but still beat for them!
Saint begins to nod and takes a step back. He reaches out and grips Crue's arm, pulling him with him until they’re nearly back on their driveway. “Do you, Katie baby, we’ll get our daughter back and make sure to send you a picture of her once every ten years.” Pain radiates inside my chest. Nathan growls from behind.
“Neither of you deserves Adalyn,” Nathan shouts. Crue and Saint still.
“You named her?” Crue asks in a deathly calm tone that has me tensing.
I dart my tongue out to moisten my lips and nod. “Yes,” I grit out.
“What’d you name her?” Saint asks in a tone void of all emotion except one, disgust.
Taking a deep breath, I hold my head high and square my shoulders as I meet their stares. “Adalyn Faith Hastings-Morgan.” Both their jaws lock. Crue nods before turning and storming back into the house. Saint lingers for a minute, just staring at me with a blank look on his face. I hate the distance between us, I step forward and hope to hell he doesn’t push me away when I close the space between us and stop a foot away from him. His breathing is erratic, his eyes now burn with unease at my close proximity. “Want to see a picture of her?” I ask hesitantly. The moment his shoulders droop and his brows raise I decide not to wait for an answer and just show him. Pulling my phone from my pocket I unlock it and show him my wallpaper.
Snatching the phone from my grasp he brings it closer to his face to stare at our little one. “She’s beautiful,” he whispers brokenly. I open my mouth to voice my agreement but I don’t get a chance to utter a word as he grips my arm and pulls me after him. I don’t fight him, not even when Nathan begins shouting my name and spewing threats at Saint. They won’t hurt me. Well, not physically but I can’t guarantee they won’t obliterate what’s left of my heart. He shoves the front door open, and pushes me inside before slamming and locking the door behind us. His eyes drill into me. The moment they begin to darken, I swallow and back up as he slowly prowls toward me. I shriek when I smack into something—-no, not something, someone. The moment Crue’s arms band my middle and pull me back against him, I melt. I should be screaming for help and trying to get free but the truth is, I’m so tired of running and I know now, I can’t do this on my own. I need them.
I’ve always needed them.
Saint closes the space between us, his front is plastered against mine. My body begins to heat at their nearness, my senses are going haywire as memories of the last time we fucked swirl through my mind. I bite my lip to stop the groan that wants to break free. Crue buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent and drawing a gasp from me, Saint grips my chin and lifts my face until I meet his gaze.
“You had us, everything that we are and were to become was yours.” Saint’s words have me stilling and dread pooling inside me. “You broke our hearts when you ran.” A lump forms in my throat and tears cloud my vision as I stare up at him. “Thing is, we started to deal with your loss until we found out you took something of ours with you when you fled.” His grip on my chin hardens, Crue’s hold around my waist turns punishing. “Now, we’ll do everything in our power to bring our girl home.” The relief I feel is short lived the moment Crue whispers in my ear.
“You fucked up badly giving our girl to Saint’s daddy. Because of that fuck up, you will pay. You will never see her again. She’ll never know who you are, what you look like, the sound of your voice. But, don’t worry, we’ll make sure we find her a new mommy that will love her better than the disgrace that gave birth to her.” In unison they both leap away from me and leave me standing here as tears trail down my cheeks, and a hollow feeling takes hold of me. Once again, I’m left standing alone to deal with the pain they have caused me. I’m a fool for thinking that they would help me get her back. All they want to do is hurt me and make me feel the pain they felt when I left. Newsflash, assholes, I felt the exact same pain they did when they left me in a pool of my own blood the night I thought I miscarried.
Saint
Three days later
Crue, Troy, Beckett, Darius and even Corvin have joined us via video feed as we all sit around the living room in mine and Crue’s house. All we have done for three days is hunt down my father. With all the resources we have managed to get in contact with one of his old pals who was all too willing to give up my father’s hiding place. Devon shouldn’t have fucked over his friend, then he wouldn’t have snitched out his location.
“Even though there was a rush, the adoption is still legal. I’ve petitioned the courts to have this fast-tracked given that the birth certificate was forged by Nathan.” I grit my teeth at Troy’s words. The moment I get my hands on Nathan, he is fucking done.
“I’m not going to sit here and do nothing while my daughter is stuck with that cunt.” I grunt my agreement, Crue and I both agreed the moment we found out the location of Adalyn we would go get her and now we have that.
'“In the eyes of the law, he is the father—”
I cut Troy off. “Like fuck he is! That’s my daughter and either you get the fuck to the courthouse now and revoke his rights or I put a bullet in his fucking head. You choose.” Everyone stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Hey, I might have, but right now I don’t give a fuck. I just want my girl home where she is safe. Darius and Beck climb to their feet and shoot Troy an apologetic look.
“Sorry T-man,” Darius says with a shrug before looking at me. “How many of us are flying to New Zealand?” I cut a glance to Crue. He’s stiff and clearly mulling over Darius’s words, unsure what the fuck to do.
“Crue?” I hedge. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, his blue eyes boring into me.
