Chapter 47: Prince Of The City

"He was, I wasn't, what if?" She shook like a leaf as she rambled; I knew what she was trying to say. We were almost ambushed she hadn't been prepared.

Right now my only concern was the safety of her and our child. I knew enough to know that this type of stress wasn't good for them.

"Babe, you gotta breathe, look at me, breathe in, hold it, breathe out, keep looking at me, there's nothing else, just you me and him." I put my hand over her flat tummy.

"You with me, it's all about him, you get overexcited he doesn't stand a chance against that kind of stress, knock it back babe." I pulled out my phone while I held her against me.

"I need clean up at my place." I closed the phone and headed to the couch with her in my arms. We sat like that until she calmed down and I could think once more.

"I'm done."

"Thank fuck." I knew what she meant; she was done with her vigilante bullshit.

"Are you still gonna leave me?"

"The bag's empty Mouth."

"The...you..."