Page 26 of The Best Bad Boy


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“I saw someone in the forest,” I yelled.

“Get inside,” someone shouted as bodies ran past me. I nodded and went around to the front, jumped in the car, and zoomed off.

My heart pounded like mad as I sped toward the nearest town. What had I done? Warwick would surely send me on my merry way when he found out.

There had to be a better way. I shouldn’t have just left without upsetting everyone.I should have asked him first. He probably would have just bought the damn thing for me.

If he was even coming back.

My mind buzzed as I drove, and I glanced in the review mirror every few seconds. I didn’t see anyone following me. Was it possible they had no idea I’d even left?

“Hey Google, navigate me to the nearest pharmacy,” I commanded the car. The map appeared on the console screen. I was only fifteen minutes away from one. That wasn’t too bad. Maybe I’d even be back before Warwick got home—if he was even coming home.

I grabbed two tests and paid with my new card. As far as I was concerned, this was an emergency. I almost wanted them to ask for my identification. It felt like a game of roleplaying having this new name, look, and stolen car.

Except if I get caught, I die.

I shoved the thought out of my head as I hurried back to the car. I pulled into the nearest coffee shop and ran to the washrooms with my tests. Why wait till I got back to find out? I read the instructions and peed on the stick and waited. It said it might not show if I hadn’t missed a period, but I was never sure where in my cycle I was. I’d never had to keep track before.

Less than two minutes later, I stared in horror at the stick. It had two lines on it. I was pregnant. I frantically read the instructions over and over again, hoping that I’d read it wrong. I left the shop bathroom after the manager banged on the door and asked me if I was okay. I’d been wailing hysterically for half an hour.

“I’m fine,” I sniffled as I walked out. Everyone in the shop stared at me as I left. Never had I felt so much shame and fear.

As I got into the car, I contemplated my options. As far as I could see, only one made sense. I had to return to Warwick’s and tell him if he was there. I drove back cautiously, making sure no one was following me. When I got back, Kevin was out front pacing. He looked angry, his eyebrows knitted together in a tight scowl. I parked the car and took a deep breath as Kevin glared at me and lifted his phone to his ear. It looked like Warwick was home and that this would not be good.

I turned off the ignition, took a deep breath, and got out. Kevin strode towards me, but before he could utter even a single word, Warwick stormed out of the house and down the steps, missing three of them in his haste. Warwick’s face was pale with streaks of red anger on it, and his eyebrows were clenched so tightly in a scowl that his expression made Kevin look like he was positively jovial.

“You!” He raged and reached for my arm. I pulled it back, terrified, but he was faster. He clenched my arm and guided me to the house.

Once we were inside, I let out a frightened whimper. Maria watched, her eyes concerned yet angry. Was she upset with me also?

“You’re hurting me,” I whined and tried to snatch my arm away.

Warwick growled in response as he swiftly walked us to the bedroom. Once the door was shut and locked, he turned and glared at me. I cringed and climbed onto the bed, and waited. This was worse than I expected.

“I am going to ask you this once and only once,” Warwick snarled. His voice was cold and filled with rage, and for the first time, I could see the gangster from his past life emerge. “Where were you?”

“I went to the store,” I whispered.

“You went to the fucking store?” he screamed. “For what? Craving some Bonbons, were you?”

“No,” I said defiantly. My lips quivered, and the tears began even though I fought them off as hard as I could.

“WHY did you go to the store, Sarah?” Warwick's voice was low and menacing as he enunciated each word.

“I had to get something,” I mumbled. I wanted to tell him what I went to get, but I was terrified. All of the memories of growing up in a life of organized crime seemed to flood my head simultaneously. I felt lightheaded and nauseous like I might faint.

Warwick laughed coldly. “Are we going to play this game?” he asked incredulously. I shook my head no. I didn’t want to play a game. In fact, more than anything, I wanted to hug him and tell him. My mind screamed at my mouth to open, but it remained closed.

“I’m going to ask one more time. What did you get at the store?” Warwick lowered his voice and spoke through clenched teeth. “Or to put it another way, what was so goddamned important that you risked me, you, Maria, and all of my staff for? Not to mention the issue of lying, causing mayhem, and STEALING MY CAR!”

“I needed…” I started, but Warwick’s cold green eyes made me freeze. If he was this mad at me now, how mad would he be when he found out I was carrying his child? “You wouldn’t understand.” I finished lamely.

“Try me,” he hissed.

“I uh, I needed to get a …” Just as the words were about to come out of my mouth my stomach lurched. I put a hand over my mouth and scrambled off the bed and towards the washroom. Warwick tried to follow me as I sprung off the bed, but I was faster. I slammed the door and locked it, barely making it to the toilet in time.

Chapter Eleven

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