Page 53 of Pocketful of Us

"And the homo?" Lance demanded. "Did you put a bullet in Chris Capaldi's queer, misfit sidekick like your father told you to?"

Homo?

Queer?

Misfit sidekick?

I narrowed my eyes in outrage.

I gave that jerk a card for Christmas.

That bastard!

"Already taken care of," Seth replied nonchalantly, and I wasn't sure who the bigger bastard was. "Have Raffaele and Christopher joined the party yet?"

Lance snorted. "Yes. Goddamn fools."

"And my sister?"

"Escaped when we took out Toretto's guard dogs. I have my men looking for her."

"Find her." There was a hard bite to Seth's tone. "I want her there to watch."

"We will, sir."

"Well then," Seth mused as they opened the front door and stepped outside. "I suppose it's time to bring Giacobbe into the mix and finish this. Once and for all. Oh, and as soon as you find my sister, bring her to me."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and Lance?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Feel free to rough her up a little," Seth said grimly. "She has a Toretto growing in her belly that my father and I need gone."

Romi's pregnant?

No.

Fucking.

Way!

"Consider it done, sir."

Yeah, I don’t fucking think so, buddy!

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Itook her on the floor of our childhood treehouse, uncaring of the dirt and the pain. Drowning in my feelings for the only person who'd ever loved me for me, I let her love wash over me, making me whole, as our bodies joined and my heart healed up for just a little bit longer.

When she clung to me like this, I could almost forget that we were doomed. For a brief moment in time, I could forget about the carnage awaiting us and justbehere with her.

Breathing hard, I stared down at the only girl I have ever loved, and prayed to God that I could keep her safe.

Keep our baby safe.

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