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"Lucky?" Lee said again, glaring at me.

"Yeah?"

"Move your feet…now!"

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Chapter Sixty-Nine

Lucky

Lee left me.

She left me on my fucking own.

Said she had to call thefamily.

Well, that was two fucking hours ago.

She was aliar.

She led me into the lion's den and thenabandonedme.

I was so out of my depth here.

Doctors and nurses were barking orders at Hope and all I wanted to do was pull my fucking gun out and shut those bastards up.

She was doing her goddamn best, dammit.

They didn’t need to be telling her to do any damn thing.

And that middle-aged nurse – the one with the chin hairs?

Yeah, she needed to back the fuck up and stop shouting at me to hold Hope's leg up.

Couldn’t she see I was have a personal fucking breakdown right now?

"Pant," the doctor commanded. "Pant, Hope, don’t push. The baby's head is crowning."

Pant?

Iwas panting.

Like a fucking dog dying of thirst.

Never in my life had I felt so frightened.

Fear for Hope as she tried to push that baby out of her body.

Fear for my life as I bobbed and weaved every left hook she 'accidentally' swung at me.

"Hold her leg," the nurse demanded. "Hold it up. Higher."

"I'm doing my goddamn best here, Whiskers," I snarled, glaring at the bearded woman. She needed to back up and fast. "Wanna fucking change positions?"

I'd never laid my hands on a woman in my life, but if she didn’t stop shouting at me, that could all change.

"Beautiful job. Baby's head is out," the doctor coaxed, distracting me from my bloodlust. "Just breathe, Hope, and wait for the next contraction."

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