Page 59 of The Bratva's Claim


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I pull my phone out of my pocket and listen back to the voicemail that Abram left before I ran away. I feel a pang of guilt at the sound of his voice, truly desperate for me to be there with him during what could have been his final moments.

Maybe they were, I’m not sure.

I listen to the voicemail a few times until I can’t take it anymore. What will my baby know of their father? Will this be the only piece I have left of him other than the sapphire necklace he gave me?

I reach up and play with the stone around my neck, feeling its smooth surface roll through my fingers as I remember the day it was given to me.

Damn it. If I had just chosen not to audition, I could be working for some insurance firm. I could just be answering phones all day, eating snacks, and turning a blind eye to the depraved underbelly of the city.

It would have been boring and not at all glamorous, sure. But I wouldn’t be waiting tables in a strange new city with a baby in my belly.

I shake the thought out of my head.

This is my reality now.

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