Page 94 of Cold Sinful Revenge (London Mafia Kings)

“Dad, please, don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t do whatever it is you’re planning.”

He raised the gun and pointed it at Jayden. “You mean getting rid of this piece of scum, once and for all.”

“No!” I jumped in front of Jay. “I won’t let you. No more killing.”

“Ivy,” Jayden said, a warning in his tone. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I won’t let him hurt you.”

My father’s jaw tensed. “Get out of the way,” he spat.

I held out both arms, making myself bigger. “No, never. You’re not going to do this.”

He scowled. “Jesus, Ivy. Move out of the fucking way.”

“So you can shoot Jayden in broad daylight in the middle of London? What are you thinking? All that’s going to happen here is you’re going to prison.”

He scoffed. “People like us don’t go to prison.”

From over my shoulder, Jay said, “Move out of the way, Ivy.”

“No, Jayden. Never.”

“I won’t let my pregnant girlfriend put herself between me and a bullet.”

There was craziness in my father’s eyes, and I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t shoot me just to get to him. But I wasn’t just going to let him kill Jayden.

“This is your grandbaby,” I told my father, risking lowering one hand to cover my belly. “Are you really going to shoot your own daughter and kill your unborn grandchild?”

“No, because you’re going to get out of the fucking way, but if I had to put an end to that...thing...growing inside you, then I would. If you think I want to be related by blood to the bastard who murdered my son, then you can think again.”

I couldn’t believe it had come to this. “And you’d murder your own daughter in cold blood to make that happen?”

Jayden’s hands were on my shoulders, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly, and I knew he was going to try to move me out of the way. I braced my feet on the ground, but he was far bigger and stronger than me. If he moved me, he was dead, I knew it.

“Jay, no, please. Don’t do it.”

“I love you, Ivy. You and our baby son.”

He hauled me to one side, hard enough to make me stumble. I didn’t want to fall, aware of the possibility of any impact harming the baby, and pinwheeled my arms to keep to my feet.

Behind me, the crack of a gunshot went off, followed swiftly by a second.

I spun around and screamed.

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