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“No,” I grit out.

“Look, it’s okay. I, this...” She pauses, gesturing to her stomach before she looks up to the ceiling, as if searching for the words. “It may seem fine right now, but when the baby is screaming and up all night, and I’m tired and looking like shit,or even in five years time when we are taking the kid to school and people ask if I’m your mom. All of it. What if you want more kids? What if I don’t? What if I do too, but I can’t because I’m too old?! You could be with someone your own age or younger. You could grow old together with them, have a whole family with them.” Her voice breaks slightly, and my fingers twitch to reach out to hold her.

“So, you’re leaving for me?” I frown.

She gives me a tight smile, her eyes glimmering with tears. “I’m leaving for me,” she rasps, looking away before she glances back at me. “I’m doing it for me. I’m protecting myself from something that would destroy me.”

I shake my head. “So you think just because you are, what, 14 years older than me, suddenly in a few years time I’m going to realise this fact and think what have I done? I must find someone younger,” I state in a mocking voice. I step closer into her space, reaching my hand out to cup her face. She turns her head away, letting my hand fall. I exhale a long breath. “What will it take for you to realise I want you?” I ask.

Her eyes come to mine. “That’s the thing though, isn’t it? You don’t want me. If I wasn’t pregnant right now, you wouldn’t want me. This is all just make-believe, a fairy tale.” She sniffs.

“Baby, if this was a fucking fairy tale, we wouldn’t all be cooped up in here sharing a fucking house with my entire club, and we wouldn’t be stood here talking shit. We would be in bed with my dick buried deep inside your beautiful pussy,” I growl, feeling my temper rise again in frustration.

Her spine stiffens at my tone, and the raw vulnerability that was in her eyes disappears before being swiftly replaced with anger. “Really?! I’m telling you how I feel, how it fucking is, and you bring up fucking. Fucking?!” She lets out a cynical chuckle. “Just proving my point. You’re so immature that you can’t even have an adult conversation,” she snaps.

“An adult conversation? You call honey trapping me an adult conversation?! Fuck me,” I sigh. “You need to get out of your own head and listen to what I am fucking telling you. I. Want. You! I don’t give a shit if you’re pregnant or not. You having my kid is a fucking bonus. For an intelligent woman, you’re a bit fucking slow in seeing what is clearly right in front of you,” I seethe. “Oh, maybe it’s the old age. You losing your hearing?” I say through gritted teeth.

“Fuck you,” she rasps, her voice coarse with rage.

“Oh baby, I wish you fucking would.” I smirk.

She stands there, her eyes burning with anger, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to contain her rage. “You can keep on wishing. I will only allow myself to fuck real men in the future, not little boys,” she grinds out.

“Look, maybe you both should calm down,” Maggie says as she approaches, trying to defuse the situation. We both ignore her.

I look over my shoulder and see Sandy stood there watching on with wide eyes. Turning, I stalk to Sandy and drape my arm over her shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Sandy hisses.

“Just play along.” I whisper in her ear. “You don’t think I’m a real man?” I pause, trailing my lips along Sandy’s neck before I nip at her lobe. “Tell her, darlin’. Tell her how my tongue made you scream.”

“Jesus Christ, have you got a death wish, brother?” I hear Beast sigh.

“It felt so good,” Sandy says on a breathy whimper.

“Good,” I whisper in her ear. I move away from her and stalk back towards Alina. Her body is vibrating with fury, and I smirk, knowing that I’ve broken through that hard facade she always wears when trying to hide her true emotions. “What’s the matter? It’s what you wanted,” I taunt.

She rears her hand back, and as her palm collides with my cheek with such force, my head whips to the side. “Fuck you. Stay the fuck away from me,” she croaks. I turn my gaze back to hers, only to see tears cascading down her cheeks. My heart lurches in my chest seeing the pain in her eyes. Pain that I just fucking caused.

“Shit,” I breathe. “Baby,” I say softly, reaching for her.

“No! Leave me alone. Stay the fuck away from me,” she fumes, holding up her hand to keep me away. “Aaah!” she whimpers, clutching her stomach. My gut lurches as she whimpers in pain, again holding her stomach.

“Alina?” I ask, fear creeping up my spine as I reach for her.

“No,” she whimpers as she clutches her stomach and lowers herself to the floor. I freeze. Star runs up behind me, pushing past to Alina and crouches down beside her.

“We need to get her to a hospital now!” Star yells. I move quickly and crouch down to Alina. Star moves out of the way and turns to Sandy. “Someone take this dumbass home,” she orders.

Alina tries to protest. “No,” she sobs.

“Shut up and let me help you,” I tell her as I scoop her up in my arms. I stand, and Cash already has the door open. As I rush through, holding Alina tight in my arm, Beast is already at the truck holding the back door open for us. I climb in, shifting her in my arms. She doesn’t say anything, and she doesn’t protest at me holding her. She just lets silent tears fall, clutching her small bump. My heart shatters into a million fucking pieces. If something has happened to our kid, if she loses him, it’s because of me.

It’s my fault.

CHAPTER TWENTY

ALINA

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