Jackie’s POVI could not believe what I was hearing. Cindy was such a bitch, probably worse than who shall not be named. How could she treat an innocent child like trash? Her behavior made me wonder if she was even related to the child. The child was innocent and it made me furious about how he would grow up with such a mother. At the back of my mind, I pondered on how she took care of him and at that, I remembered the one time she had left him alone at home with me to go out.In anger, I walked into the house and banged the door shut. I noticed her startle at the sound and stand with her baby in her arms. I kept a blank expression on my face as I made my way past where she stood.“What are you doing here? I don’t think you’re supposed to be here,” she said and went around the couch before standing in front of me, blocking my view.“Ge out of my way,” I said and she scoffed.“No. If you don’t leave, I’m calling Lucas.”“And what will you say?” I taunted with a smile. “That I came to b

Lucas’ POVFew hours ago…I was still shaking from the fact that I had murdered someone. Even as I sat in the cell, I could barely think straight. So many things were running through my mind. How would I get out of this? What will happen to the family I was building with Jackie? Who would take care of them? My kid would see me as a father who was in prison for murder, that is if he sees me leave this place if I get punished by the persecutor.My heart was racing every second, making my blood pump from fear. I had no one to save me from such a crime. Even though Jared had teased and made himself my lawyer, the case would end up with a charge heavier than what I was used to as an illegal street racer.I had been so deep in my thoughts that I did not hear when a cop had been calling my name until he banged the bars of the cell, shouting my name. I rose to my feet and watched the cop walk away. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and took some steps toward the iron bars, only to stop when

Jackie’s POV I ignored the pain I was feeling in my foot from the shards of ceramic as all my eyes and attention were on the piece of paper in my hand. I read over the information on the small piece of rectangular paper full of the grocery items he had bought and the sum total and his name which was in Matt. J Hamilton. I was confused, while a rush of wonder filled me.How does Matt have the same last name as Lucas and Axel? Did it have something to do with the pictures I kept seeing?I heard hurried footsteps and when I raised my head, I saw Bria, Victor and behind them was Matt. I kept my eyes on Matt who had a blank stare on until his eyes shifted to the paper in my hand and a shadow crossed his face.“Are you okay?” Bria asked and came to me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the mess I made.“You’re bleeding,” Victor said, and I looked down at

Lucas’ POV I was still frozen in place as she kissed me. I could barely feel anything anymore apart from the movement of her mouth and the racing of my heart. I was frozen in shock. Jackie started to fill my head, my relationship and everything about us filled my head, which caused my heart to ache from the thought of cheating on her.When annoyance got to the brim of the gauge of my emotions, I held her arms and made a move to pull her away, only for her to pull away and rise to her feet then wrap her arms around my shoulders in a vice grip. I stiffened and blinked as more confusion filled my head.What the fuck was wrong with this woman?“I am so sorry. So sorry for kissing you but please, just stay still. Stay where you are. I really need your help on this. I beg of you,” she said in a hasty tone.I grunted and placed my hands on her waist, prepared to push her away. If I used my

Lucas’ POVI didn’t want to believe him. He could be lying. There was no way, absolutely no way this was true. Dad could never do this. Even though I knew him as an uncle, he could never do such a thing. He was a kind man, a man full of laughter and jokes. There was no way he abandoned Matt and whoever his mother was.“I know you don’t believe me because you were dad’s favorite,” he said with strong venom in his tone. “I was born two years before you were born, and I knew nothing at my age. All I remember was my mother taking care of me until I turned thirteen. The only memories I have of that man was how he fought with my mother every time he visited. How my mother cried every night. I hated him so much. I hated him with my whole heart and wanted him gone.”I could see the raw anger and hate swimming in his eyes. It was scary. His eyes were darker, and it made him appear feral.“When I found out he died, I was happy. I was glad because it was better, he was dead than for me to know I