Page 46 of Dirty Behavior

My baby might not be so lucky.

“Ivy, I don't want this child to grow up without me.”

“It won't.”

Taking in a heavy breath, my jaw crooked to the side. “You know as well as I do that nothing is certain. We both know that if we stay and go through with this, there's a chance I won't make it home.”

Ivy's eyes flashed, her lids came down hard as she took in my words. Watching her, reading her, I didn't think she had really let the idea of death sink in. She had said it before, she had worried about it before, but that was when she kept herself from actually feeling the word.

Now she was completely open, no walls, no artillery, no way to shake it off. She was different, she had changed with me. We had a bond that went beyond what we had been through.

Together we found new life.

“What do you want to do, Dante? We can't run anymore, this needs to end. Our child deserves to live a normal life.”

“I know.”

“So ask for help, let your brother help you.”

“Ivy—”

“Just talk to him, Dante.”

Talk to Sesto?I had done nothing but rub dirt all over his name. I wrote him off the day he got busted.

Where the fuck do I begin?

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