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When he figured I was done, he said, “I’m sorry for grabbing you in that manner, but if you

insist on continuing to push me, Eve, I’ll start pushing back,” he growled in my face.

“You don’t scare me and don’t ever put your hands on me like that again,” I yelled.

I was so livid my anger nearly choked me. I reached up and slapped him several more times

until my hand started to hurt. Again, like the hits had no effect on him at all, he took them without

flinching. When my hand dropped to my side, his face was bright red.

He straightened and took a step back. “Are you done with your tantrum?” he asked.

“Don’t you ever touch me like that again, Adam, or I’ll show you a tantrum. You don’t know

me as well as you think you do.”

“You think I don’t,” he said.

Suddenly I felt tired. I needed to sit down and come to grips with the fact that Adam knew I

was pregnant. I was never getting rid of him. I left him standing at the door. I headed for my favorite

chair. When I turned the corner and entered my living room, my soul left my body momentarily. I

couldn’t move or breathe. The shock of what I saw paralyzed me.

Adam’s hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality.

I yelled. “What the hell did you do?”

In a few steps I made my way over to a badly beaten Michael. He was slumped over on my

sofa with his hands tied, bleeding profusely from his head. I thought he was dead until he wheezed in

pain. I reached down to untie him.

“Get the fuck away from him, Eve.” The fury in Adam’s tone caused me to hesitate, but only

for a second.

I knelt in front of Michael then searched for the best way to go about getting him loose. There

was so much blood I was afraid that if I touched him, I might have made whatever Adam had done to

him worse.

“What did you do to him?” I screamed at Adam without looking at him.

Guilt flooded my body. He’d been a good friend. Had even offered to help me raise my child.

To see him bloodied and beaten, I regretted calling him. I should have never gotten him involved

again. A sudden gasp drew my attention from Michael to the floor beside the couch. I jerked my head

in the direction it came from and found a white woman lying on the floor regaining consciousness.

“Who is that, Adam?” My eyes flew to Adam who stared at me nonchalantly.

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