UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 271 – 280
I wanted to go to school and probably graduate, and you… you don’t even want it. Why should I not get rid of it?”
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. Fucking hell! I’m gonna be a dad? I didn’t see that coming.
She looks at me with teary eyes and looks away. I hate the fact that I had to make her cry. I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
“I’m really sorry,” I whisper to her neck. She shudders against my touch, and I smirk against her neck.
“You know, even if you told me earlier, I wouldn’t have asked you to get rid of it. It’s our baby, and we made it together,” I say, and she scoffs.
I pull away from her, turn her around, and sit her on the counter. I look down at her stomach, and I hate to admit it—I’m still in shock. I trail my forefinger down her stomach. It’s real. I’m gonna be a dad. A really bad dad, cause I suck at it.
“What happened to you? I feared that you were never gonna come back.”
She trails her finger down my chin and to my hair.
“Can’t believe you’re real,” she mutters and smiles. “I lost hope even if I was always praying and looking at that promise ring that you gave me.”
“I can’t break a promise,” I say and sigh.
“What happened?” she asks.
“I was in a coma. Woke up four days ago in some weird hospital. Some good man took me there. He said he didn’t know how to contact my family or anybody at all.”
“You went missing at the shootout.”
“I bled out, tried to cough for breath, but I don’t know. I called the emergency team that day. Woke up later, and I’m in a hospital.”
“Why did he take you?” she asks.
That I don’t even know. I remembered I tried to make a chase at those Russian pricks, and the next thing—I’m collapsing.
And six months later, I’m awake in a hospital with bandages everywhere, and then I decide to come see my girl—she’s pregnant.
“I tried to run after them.”
“Were you wearing a bulletproof?”
I scoff. I hate that shit. “No.”
“Oh my God…” she sobs.
“Come here.” I wrap my arms around her to hug her carefully. Still can’t believe we’re expecting a baby.
“Thank God you’re okay. I thought I was never gonna see you again.”
I chuckle, and she swats my back. “It’s not funny. Nick’s dead, including Carl,” she says, and I pull away at once.
“What?”
She nods. “They died at the scene of the shootout. Carl was shot multiple times in the wrong places, and Nick… he was trying to save me. He took the bullet for me.”
“Fuck,” I cuss.
“And Reid too was shot, but he’s fine.”
And Moskov?
Where the fuck is he?
“And that retarded fuck?”
“You swear too much,” she says and flicks my lips. That hurts a little.
“Where’s Moskov, Tink?”
“Wow. It’s been long since I heard that name. Tinkerbell. I missed it. A lot.”
Why’s she avoiding my question?
Where’s the Russian fucker?
I can’t believe they took out Nick and Carl. He was one of the best recruits I ever had.
“I killed Moskov.”
What the fuck is she saying?
Is this some new joke of the century?
Or maybe I’ve been in a coma for more than seven years, and this is the newest joke people say. She didn’t smile nor frown as she stares blankly at me.
No, she didn’t do that, right?
“You killed Moskov?”
“I get it. If I were in your shoes, I would have doubted it too. I did, with the help of your men. We barged into their warehouse club in Buffalo and took over.
And that’s after me and Alexa impersonated two strippers who work with the Mafia and made Alejandro, Moskov’s right hand, spill out Moskov’s hideout,” she says and smiles.
“You can thank me later.” She winks at me, cups my cheeks, and pulls me closer to her as she kisses me.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 271 – 280
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