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“Sure,” I smile, though they don’t reach my eyes and make him grimace.

“Oh, and note to self sis, make sure you avoid smiling like that at people… it’s creepy,” he tells me, but I curl my lip, going over my baby and kissing him once more.

“Whatever,” I grunt, peeking down at my baby boy. “Now, Shawn, you be a good boy for your uncle, okay? Mommy will be back to pick you up tonight.” I snuggle him close, and he stares up at me, blinking and cocking his head to the side.

“Mama weavin’?” My heart clenches, and I almost decide not to go, but Marcus comes over and picks him up gently but firmly.

“Yes, Shawn, your mama is going to find you a daddy,” Marcus smiles, but Shawn frowns and adamantly shakes his head.

“No! Shawnny got dada!” my heart trembles in my chest and I glare at Marcus because Shawn is right. Every night, I tell him about how much I love his father and how much I miss him. I know Saw was a hardcore man, but I have no doubt he would not have shirked his responsibilities when it came to his child. He would have taken care of him…he would have taken care of us.All this money be damned, I’d give it up just to get him back.

“You’re right, hunny. You already have a dada and he loves you and me very much.”

“Robin!” Marcus sneers, pulling my baby away from me. “What the hell have you been telling my nephew about that son of a b?—”

“HEY!” I growl, curling my lip. “You watch what the hell you say around my son about his father!”

“I was o—” I hold up a hand before covering my baby’s ears, leaning in and whispering.

“I don’t give a damn what you were doing. Don’t bring my baby into this! Or you and I will have problems,” I level him with a look, and he frowns, leaning back and glaring.

“Robbie… this… you can’t be serious. I’m only trying to help.”

“No, you’re trying to run my life.” I grasp my purse and take my baby, saying “fuck it” to this date. It’s not like I want to go anyway. “I don’t give a damn if you agree or not. Neither me or Shawn are your children, and you will not handle us however you please!” I go over to grab my baby diaper bag, but Marcus stops me by grabbing the bag. I turn to face him, seeing he’s got sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said those things.”

“Yeah…”

“But please… still meet him. He’s a great guy… he’s been looking forward to meeting you for months now,” he pleads, and I take an exasperated breath. “Please Robin, I’ll never ask you to do something like this again… just please.” My heart thumps in my chest and I deflate, closing my eyes and letting out a sigh.

“Fine…” I groan, and he snatches Shawn from my arms so damn quick I get whiplash as he pushes me over to the door.

“Good. Now go home and get dressed. Wear what you want, but no matter what,go!” he warns, and I look from Shawn to LaMarcus, groaning before leaving out the door, hearing Marcus lock it immediately behind me.Ughhhh!

Quickly, I make the drive home, noticing there are a few news vans parked out front as there usually are. Even though it has been two years, everyone wants to know what happened in that cabin.

They have offered me millions for the inside scoop on what happened between the mass murderer known to the world as one of the youngest men to be tried as an adult for gruesomely killing and dismembering his victims’ body parts with a hand saw before mailing them off to their respective family members.

I mean… sorry to those people, but I’m on Saw’s side. If he did it, then it was for a reason. Saw might be intense, but his actionsalwayshave a purpose. He’s the eye for an eye type of man so it must have been for a reason. Hell, even if it wasn’t, then… I hate myself even more for saying it, but I plead the fifth just like I saidto those people who tried to get me to talk about the happenings in the cabin and the bodies they found.

They wanted me to say it was Saw, but I spoke not nary a word. I just let them assume, even if it hurt hearing them talk shit about the man I love down to the very core of my being. There were some gossip blogs that just wouldn’t shut up about Saw being trash and me aiding and abetting a criminal for a few months. Thank God they’re quiet now.

Sighing, I pull into my home and throw the keys down, sighing, going to get dressed, uncaring of what I pull on before I make my way to the location my brother texted me. Though I frown when I see it’s some fancy place and I roll my eyes before going inside, where I’m immediately greeted by a host.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. How may I help you?”

“I’m here to meet a Mr. James?” I let her know and her eyes light up before nodding and coming around.

“Oh! Of course! Right this way!” she smiles and leads me over to the back, where I see a wide-shouldered man sitting at low-lit table. When he notices us approaching, his stunning light grey eyes go wide, and he swallows as I feel his eyes take me in, and a shudder escapes me.

It’s the first time my body has responded to a man in the two years since Saw, and that shocks me.

He stands, buttoning his suit, and I take him in with a frown, noticing he’s about the build of my Owner and also has a commanding aura, albeit nicer…

“Ms. Grey, i… it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He holds out his hand, but I don’t take it.

“Likewise.” I look him up and down, trying to figure him out. He reminds me so much of Saw, but different.

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