Page 135 of The Loathing

My focus is on her.

“It’s going to be okay baby,” and even though I didn’t know if what I was saying was even true, I found myself repeating it. Over and over.

Because I would do everything in my power to make everything be okay.

She wasn’t just a job anymore.

She was so much more.

My new beginning.

My future.

My love.

* * *

Walking round the grounds, Amora hadn’t spoken, and I was glad that Wolfe and Hunter were out for the day. It gave us both the chance to let the news sink in. This was not part of the plan, and even worse, I now have to call her father to let him know that his daughter, whom was in my care and protection is now pregnant.

With my baby.

And she is to be married off.

It’s fucked up and I am a dead man walking.

Every time I go to open my mouth, the words don’t come out. I have no idea what to say to her, or what to talk about to get her out of her head.

Her fingers graze the top of the long grass as we walk through the meadow, she looks as if she is a million miles away and I wish I could get in her head just for a moment, so I knew what she was thinking.

“Where did Wolfe go last night? I thought he was staying with you?”

“Work,” she shrugs, “suited me, I didn’t want him there anyway.”

I nod and continue following her.

“Have you told my father yet?” her voice is loud over the silent meadow and the summer breeze catches the ends of her hair, the sunlight glistening through the small gaps.

“Not yet.”

She stops, spinning to face me.

“I think it needs to be done sooner rather than later given the circumstances,” she tears her eyes from mine before she starts walking again.

“Want me to do it right now?” My tone is a little short with her unintentionally.

“What do you think?” she snaps, but this time she doesn’t turn round to face me.

I clench my jaw, dragging my hand down my face.

I am tired.

Slipping my phone out my pocket, I falter back a few steps behind her so she can’t hear me and find Xavier’s name. I inhale deeply, my heart is skipping beats in my chest before swiping my thumb across the large phone screen and I wait for it to connect.

“What now?”

“We have an issue,” I keep my voice low as I continue to follow Amora, my eyes fixed on her the whole time.

“What sort of issue?”

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