Page 88 of Liberate Us

“Is she okay?” she asked, squeezing me.

“She is, Sis. Thank fuck for that,” I said, holding her close.“She’s pregnant.”

Ainsley leaned back, a slow grin spreading on her face. “It’sabout time.”

I scoffed. “That I got her pregnant? I only wanted to sleep withher. At first anyway.” And it made me sound like a dick, but I didn’t care. Itwas the truth. But now, I wouldn’t change it for anything.

“I’m glad you’re happy and I can’t wait to officially meet her,”Ainsley said softly.

“What happened after her run-in with him?” Cyrus asked, leaningagainst the wall opposite us.

“I knocked him around a bit and Corbin kicked him out. I haven’tseen or heard from him since and neither has Amber. Things are fucked up, C. Idon’t know what’s going on. We went to the Hell’s Harlem Chapter in herhometown.” I pulled away from Ainsley. “I need a smoke.”

“We’ll go to the back.” Cyrus led me through the house and outto the backyard. “Tell me what happened.”

I explained everything. From meeting up with Tiny, to therun-ins with Will and how he wanted something but neither Amber nor I knewexactly what that was. Will was a problem, but it wasn’t going to stop me frombeing with her.

She loved me. I loved her. That was all that mattered.

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(Amber)

“You’repregnant.”

I jumped, finding Candace sitting on a stool on the other sideof the bar. “Why do you say that?”

She laughed. “One, I’m not stupid. Two, your tits are huge.Three, you have a glow to you that’s absolutely beautiful. Four, you can wearloose fitting clothing, but I can still see that sexy little bump.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal of it,” I told her, lookingdown at my stomach. It was like I woke up one morning and my bump was suddenlythere.

“How far along are you?” Candace asked, reaching over the bartop and grabbed a glass.

“Just over four months,” I said, watching her pour herself abeer.

“Can I ask who the father is?”

“Sammy Butcher,” I said, bracing myself for her comments.

Candace’s eyes snapped to mine. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” I mentally patted myself on the back that I was able toget through to him when others had tried and failed.

“Wow.” Candace sat back on the stool and took a long sip of herbeer. “I had no idea. I know he’s asked about you and was determined to meetyou in the beginning but that was a long time ago. I just…wow.”

“It’s not that surprising.” I went back to cleaning the counter.“Is it?”

“Girl, you do realize what his role is within this chapter ofHell’s Harlem, don’t you? Add to the fact that most of the girls here triedgetting into his bed and weren’t successful. But you did better than that,you’re having his fucking kid.”

“I know he’s a little rough around the edges and I’m actuallyhaving two of his kids and I also made him fall in love with me,” I addednonchalantly.

A hard laugh left her. “Exactly.” Her face fell. “Wait…what? Twoof them? You’re having twins?”

I shrugged, a light laugh leaving me.

“Wow.” She shook her head.

“But what role does he have exactly?” It wasn’t like it evercame up in our conversations. Especially now, when most of our talks consistedof when he was going to move in with me and what color we wanted to paint thenursery.

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