Eleven.

(Chris' POV)

It took me almost dying to understand what was happening. I had found my own Chris. I didn't have to think about much when I worked with Lily, as she did the worrying for us, but now I had to be Lily since Lola was just being reckless. And when she saw that what Lily and I did wasn't just us having fun, she wanted to bail; she didn't want to have to work for anything, and maybe it was time she was taught that nothing comes for free.

“If you hurt my fingers again, I'm going to have Alfonso cut yours off.” Lola threatened.

I scoffed, “That would mean you'd have to tell him you weren't really kidnapped, but you were just trying to get away from him,” I replied, “I would like to see how that would play out.”

“Alfonso loves me. He wouldn't hurt me; I'm the mother of his son.” She retorted.

I snickered, “With the smile I saw on him as he was walking with Lily into that building, I have a feeling that he prefers the other Lily.”

I prefer the other Lily, I thought.

“Whatever,” Lo