Page 55 of Sinful Secrets

“Dreads still hasn’t found any leads as to who Dark Soul is. This doesn’t sit right with him or me, so while things may seem quiet, while it may appear we have beaten the shit-storm, we haven’t,” Rip informs us.

“So, now what? We gotta keep looking over our shoulders?” Hit asks.

“Pretty much. At the end of the day, us and Dreads have taken away their trade, the women and the guns. They are going to be pissed off, and I imagine at some point they will want to dish out some kind of pay back, so we just have to keep our ears to the ground, but hopefully we find out who it is before they find out it was us,” Rip states.

We all sigh, but we get it. They don’t know who took it from them yet, but it’s only a matter of time until they start looking into it and digging further.

Rip bangs the gavel, announcing the end of the meeting and we pile out. I see Flo and walk to her, pulling her into a hug. “You're going to look sexy as hell all pregnant,” I tease.

“Oh, Khan, piss off, I'm tired, I'm hormonal and I really want to eat an entire tub of ice cream, but I feel too nauseous and want to vomit. Not to mention my boobs hurt, and I'm so horny I want to jump Rip twenty-four-seven. Yeah, pregnancy is magical. Yeah, I'm so bloody happy,” she rants.

I step back, holding my hands up in surrender. “Shit, sorry I even spoke to you. Nice and easy, girl, I'm backing away nice and easy.”

She actually growls at me. “Oh, my darling granddaughter, you're making me a great grandma!” Flo’s grandma yells happily. Walking into the club, she grabs Flo’s face, showering her with kisses.

“Hey, beautiful lady, you going to lay some of that love on me or what?” I ask, holding out my arms.

The woman needs no encouragement, she practically waddles straight to me, tackling me into a hug. “Oh, you're such a flirt!” She pats my chest.

I shrug. “What can I say? I can’t control myself when there is a beautiful woman in my presence.”

“Khan, will you please stop flirting with my nan. I already told you that I feel nauseous,” Flo complains.

I shrug. “Fine, I shall control myself and go and find my woman. Anyone know where Bambi is?” I ask.

“She was sat outside on one of the benches,” Flo informs me.

Nodding, I go in search of her and find her sat on the bench, staring off into the distance. Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. “What's on your mind, beautiful?” I ask.

She sighs, patting the bench next to her. Moving around, I sit next to her. She turns to me, a worried look on her face. “What is it?” I ask.

“You know I said it would be an honour to have your child and I would love nothing more?” she states and I nod, wondering where the fuck she is going with this. “Well, that is true, but I was thinking I would love to learn first. I would love to go to school, become better at reading. If I fall pregnant now, I can only read a small amount to our child. I wouldn’t be able to help them with any of their schoolwork, I don’t own or know how to even work a cell. I have never even ridden a bus or a train,” she exclaims.

“You're not missing out on much when it comes to not riding the bus or train.” I smile.

“But the point is I don’t know that. I… I haven’t even watched Friends, or what’s that show everyone went on about?” she asks, clicking her fingers.

“Game of Thrones?” I answer.

“Yes, Game of Thrones. I have never watched anything really. It’s not just TV, even music. Do you know Rubble laughed at me the other day because he mentioned the Beatles and I thought we had an infestation?”

I can’t help it, I burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny. I want nothing more than to have your baby, I really do, but I want… No, I need to explore, I need to learn more about the world I am going to be raising our child in. Can you understand?” she asks, her cute face scrunched up in worry.

I lean forward and cup her face. “Baby, I get it, we can wait. Well, we might not get a choice from the unprotected sex we’ve already had, but we can cross that bridge if it happens. You want to learn, then learn. But there is one thing.” I pause.

“What is it?” she asks.

“Come and live with me.”

“But I do live with you, here,” she answers, confused.

I pull out my cell and scroll through, bringing up a picture of the house and hand over my phone to her. “No, come live with me here, in a house I bought for us.” Her hands shake and her eyes fill with tears.

“You bought us a house?” she whispers.

I nod and wipe away her tears. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck. “Yes, I will live with you!” she sobs.

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