MY HEART felt as if it were beating a mile a minute. Not only was I being threatened by the Convict's leader, I was also on the verge of losing my mother and doing my best to plan out on how I could be a great father for my child. Although Amelia was only a few weeks, I didn't want her to stress. Any amount of stress can cause her to miscarry and I didn't want to feel like a fuck up because I told her the truth about what else was going on.
  
However, the look she was giving me informed me that if I didn't tell her, she wouldn't communicate with me for weeks. Sighing once more, I clasped my hands together and look straight ahead.

  "Damien called me," I finally said. "he's threatened to kill me and, if I'm correct, he's planning to kill you, too." I bite down on my lower lip and keep my jaw stern. "I don't know what to do..."

  "We have weapons, right?" she asks me. I turn to her as if she had two heads. I'm over here worried out of me mind and she's asking this question as if we talked about it twenty-four hours a day?!

Wow, pregnancy does change a woman...

   "It's not that simple, Am." I reply, nearly chuckling. "Ye can't just use any weapon to anialate someone. You have to be meticulous and plan out which item will do more damage." I hated saying things like this, but it was true. When I first started LFOUR, I was a complete arse about shooting people. I'd make sure that whoever I shot would remember what they did to deserve that. I've killed a few people in self defense, and this time I was going to do it again.

Not only for the sake of myself, but for the sake of my lover and our child to be.

  "Okay, well, do you know what you're going to do? Have you talked to Calum, Luke or any of the others?" Amelia pressed.

  I sighed in frustration, running my hands over my face. "I don't bloody fucking know, okay?!" I bark, glaring at her. "And no I haven't told them yet. I have been so busy with taking care of Mum that calling my mates is the last thing I want to do." I then look down at the ground, tears dwelling up in my eyes. "Especially because Max isn't here, anymore..."

For some reason, Amelia didn't rip me into shreds like she usually did when I would talk to her that way. Instead, she placed her hand on my left shoulder blade, rubbing it affectionately.

"I know this is hard on you, babe," she begins. "but you're going to get through this. You have me and the little bean rooting for you. Luke, Calum and the others are there for you, too. You're their boss, friend and hero. Max would have wanted you to tell me first thing, and he would have had things taken care of."

  "Thanks, love." I state, not looking up to meet her gaze. "I appreciate yer efforts. I just am really going through a lot. I don't want to lose my mum to her illness... I want her to still be alive when we have our child, to be there when we get married, to be there for Bertie when he gets married.
  "I had spent my years running away from my father that I didn't get to spend time with my mother. I kept trying to protect her that I'd missed out on being to care for her, make her well again."

Again, she rubs my shoulder blade. With her sweetened lips, she places a kiss on the back of my head as I remain hunched over.

"We're going to get through this," she says once again. "together."

"Together." I repeat.

"I'm going to check in with Bertie," Amelia says. "I think you should come back inside and we can eat breakfast. How does that sound, babe?"

I lift my head up and nod. "Sure," I say. "I'll be in there in a few minutes."

After she pivots on her heels to the house, I bring out my phone and dial Luke's number. By the third ring, he finally answers.

"Yeah?" He says, I can hear the obnoxious heavy metal music playing in the background. He was most likely having a get together with the others. Something that remained a tradition in LFOUR despite Max's passing and what not.

    Without even blinking, I start to speak.

"We have a situation."

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