Page 49 of The Price of My Sins

“Well, when you meet him in hell, tell him I said rest in shit!” I pulled out my Glock and sent two shots to his head, splattering his brains out on the cold basement floor.

“Bo!” Olivia’s voice broke me out of my raging haze.

I ran over, pulling out my hunting knife, which I kept on my ankle, and cut the ties holding her. My hands shook as I cut through them, one by one. Her wrists were raw, red, and swollen. My jaw clenched, seeing what they’d done to her. Wrath bubbled in my chest, but I forced myself to stay focused.

When the last tie fell away, she collapsed into me. I caught her and held her tight, my arms wrapping around her like I could shield her from everything she’d just endured. She began sobbing uncontrollably, breaking my heart.

“I got you, baby…” I whispered. “I got you. Come on… let me get you out of here.” I slid one arm beneath her legs andlifted her into my arms like she was the most fragile thing I’d ever held. And at that moment, she was. Her head rested against my chest, her fingers clutching weakly at my shirt. I could feel her tears soaking through the fabric, and I fought to keep mine under control, for I refused to cry again today.

“Take her to Doc, and keep us posted. I already texted him that you’re on the way there. We got this. Take care of sis,” Boston stated before barking out orders to his men.

I exited the house, went to my truck, and laid Olivia on the backseat. She was shaking like crazy, and I kept repeating that I had her, hoping to calm her down somewhat.

“Bo, I’m pregnant. I was planning to tell you tonight. Now, I may have lost our baby. Josh beat me pretty bad,” she managed to say before sobbing.

“I got you, O. It’s going to be okay.” I kissed her forehead, making sure not to hurt her wounds. Her left eye was swollen almost shut.

I made it to Doc’s house in less than twenty minutes. He was waiting at the door with his wife. They immediately sprang into action, leading me to the back of the house.

“We got you, sweetheart,” Doc’s wife said gently, holding the basement door open as I descended the steps.

The basement was nothing like I expected. It was clean and organized. There was medical equipment lining the walls, surgical lights overhead, and a real gurney in the center of the room. A makeshift OR was what we’d stepped into—quiet, sterile, and ready. I laid her down carefully.

“She’s pregnant,” I told them, my voice low but firm.

Doc’s wife nodded and began hooking up machines while Doc moved quickly, checking her vitals and calling out numbers I didn’t understand. Olivia whimpered again, her hand reaching for mine. I caught it immediately, pressing my forehead against hers.

“You can trust them, baby,” I whispered. “I’m right here. I ain’t going nowhere.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded.

“Bo,” Doc said, his voice calm but firm. “Step out. We need space to work. Go wait upstairs. We’re going to take good care of her.”

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave her side. But I also knew if I stayed, I’d be in the way. I squeezed her hand once more like I was passing every bit of strength I had into her body. “I’ll be right upstairs, baby. I’m only leaving so they can get you right. Right upstairs, that’s it.”

Then I turned and forced myself up the steps, one heavy foot after another, as if I was climbing out of hell. When I reached the living room, I didn’t sit. I paced the floor instead for what seemed like hours before Doc’s wife came into the living room to inform me that Olivia and the baby were both fine. They gave her some generic pain pills and something to help her sleep.

For the rest of the night, I stayed by Olivia's side, thankful that we got to her in time. Who knows what those fuck niggas was going to do to her if I was a second later.

It’s been three days since that nigga Josh kidnapped my girl, and I wasn’t ready to deal with this shit with my mother, but I knew it had to be done. My head was all fucked up. When she came over to check on Olivia, I made sure to be in my studio until she left.

As for Olivia, she has been doing as fine as expected. Doc put her on bed rest for a week, and my baby wasn’t feeling it. But she doesn’t have a choice. I’ve been staying home to keep her little stubborn ass in check. Lexi and Denim have been slidingthrough, too, bringing her snacks, watching movies with her, and taking over my damn bedroom like they paid bills here. But I wasn’t tripping. As long as Liv was smiling and the baby was healthy, I was good.

Now that all had been revealed, life was hitting different now. A nigga was about to be a dad—a whole dad. I was happy about it, ready to raise my son in a completely different environment than I was raised in. I was going to break the cycle if it was the last thing I did on this earth.

I pulled up to Grandma’s house, sitting behind the wheel for a minute, just watching the front porch like it was a trap. Engine running, windows halfway down, and smoke from my blunt, I sat and waited for nothing in particular. The smoke was symbolic to the thoughts I wasn’t ready to deal with—floating about with no resolve in sight. I didn’t want to be here, but I had to be. Grandma had been blowing up my phone like crazy, threatening to beat my ass if I didn’t show.

I killed the engine and stepped out, hoodie up and chain swinging. The air smelled like fried catfish; Grandma always threw down when she was stressed. I stepped up on the porch and gave the screen door a knock before pushing it open.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” My grandma sassed from her loveseat.

My mother was sitting on the couch, along with that nigga Charles and some girl. She looked to be in her early twenties, and was petite with long braids that the ladies wore nowadays. She stared at me with wide eyes and a small smile.

I inhaled, then exhaled slowly before hugging my grandma and my mother. I opted to nod to Charles and ole girl—I didn’t hug strangers.

“Son, have a seat,” my mom stated, but I declined.

“I’ll stand.”

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