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"Pregnant?"
It's all I can say.
Flame nods, "Yeah, but brother, did you hear me she could die. They both could. It says in her notes that she refused to terminate when she found out. She was already 12 weeks gone."
My breathing picks up.
She could die!
I look at Flame. "An updated address?"
He looks back at the screen before grinning.
"Gotcha Lee-Lee."
I grin back.
I’m coming Angel and I’m not letting you go, this is our second chance, and like hell will I let her push me away.
Even if I have to endure her screaming at me.
Get ready Leah because here I come.
Chapter 12
Leah
I've just finished washing up in my tiny kitchen after spending most of it cursing under my breath about a girl in my law class, Hallie. She seems to think she's better than everyone else and has now decided to try and start with the quietest girl in our class, Shelby, who also happens to be the smartest. I swear, Hallie still thinks we're in high school with her petty drama.
My head rant is interrupted when I hear a knock at the door, and I furrow my brows. No one knows I live here, so who in the hell could that be?
Someone knocks again, and I walk over to the door before looking into the peek hole, and I instantly jump back.
Shit.
"Open up, Angel, or I kick it down, your choice."
I sigh, knowing he will kick my door in before looking down at my stomach.
Thank fuck I put a baggy jumper on today. I open the door and scowl at Gunner. Great; as usual, he looks hot—always fucking hot. Dark jeans and a black V-t-shirt show off his muscles. His cut and biker boots just add the aura of a bad boy. Tattoos on full display as usual, his hair messy on top, the sides recently cut short, always too good-looking—he should be fined!
Great, now my thoughts aren't making sense; this is what he does to me, which isn't fair after how he and his club treated me.
Stupid hormones; I'll just blame them.
He tilts his head, looking at me from my canvas-covered feet, up my legs that are covered by black leggings, past my gray jumper, lingering for a second on my stomach, making me conscious, but I know he doesn't know it's probably just my eyes playing tricks. Then he looks up at my face. I know he can see the bags under my eyes; this baby doesn't seem to like me being comfortable at night, but at least my hair is washed. I guess that's a bonus, right?
He raises a brow. "Renting a flat under momma Anderson's name, smart Angel, but we'll be having words with it being two towns over."
I shake my head at him as he walks up to me, not stopping until he's right in front of me. I brace myself for the smell of her perfume, but it doesn't come. Only his musky cologne hits my senses, and I furrow my brows in confusion before he lifts his hand, his fingers moving my hair out of my face, making me flinch with his touch, but he doesn't deter as he cups my cheek before placing his forehead against mine, and I look into his eyes, his gray eyes showing absolute pain, and I suck in a breath.
"Sophie?"
He smiles a little. "Trust Sophie to be the first thing that comes to mind."
I shrug. "She's my family."
He smiles a little again as his eyes begin to water, and I start to panic.
