Gage

"I'm sorry, Gage. I just can't be with you anymore."

My eyes looked into her beautiful sky blue ones in disbelief. I scoffed, looking away and rolling my eyes, finding the whole situation unbelievable.

She continued to fiddle around with the blanket, unable to meet my eyes which told me that she was lying. She was hiding something. She was doing everything she could to avoid my gaze.

"I don't know what you're hiding," I said to her, my voice thick with love and disappointment. "But I'll find out. Maybe your dad is putting you up to this - I don't know but guess what?"

I stood and met her eyes finally. Her face softened and she studied my face, her lips parting.

"I will do whatever it takes to be with you, Genevieve, because I love you. I didn't wait a year for nothing. I'll keep fighting for you."

I sighed, gazing at her before finishing, "you're the love of my life."

Rose

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of yelling and smashing of glasses. I gasped softly, pulling down my pyjama dress before swiftly walking as quick as my painful legs would let me down the stairs.

Letting go of the stair rail, I walked onwards and into the living room to see a drunk Cristiano being held back by Jordan. There were broken cups and photo frames on the floor.

I sighed in disappointment, folding my arms.

"Rose, it's okay. We've got this. You should go back to bed. You need to rest," Dax softly advised me but I shook my head, giving him a small smile as Cris continued to slur things we didn't understand.

"It's okay. I'll be fine. I'm used to this now." Jordan let go of Cris and he stumbled towards me, practically falling in my arms. The man stank of alcohol and drugs and I sighed, Jordan giving me a pitiful look.

"Come on, honey, let's go upstairs, okay? I'm just gonna help you walk so you don't fall, can you hear me?" I sweetly asked, lifting up his chin so he would look into my eyes. He started to chuckle and groaned, mumbling. He slurred, "I love you."

"I love you too. Come on." I careful swung his arm over my shoulder and walked him over to the stairs. Step by step, we slowly went up and finally made it to the bedroom. He dropped to the floor and I groaned. I couldn't pick him up; he was too heavy.

"Can you stand up for me, please?" I asked kindly, pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear as I looked down at him, trying to mask my disappointment and anger.

He laid on the ground and laughed, mumbling and slurring again. I sighed, shaking my head.

Then he vomited on the ground, spewing out whatever he was eaten. I held back from groaning and my nose wrinkled up. I sighed, going over and handing him the water bottle.

"You know what? I can't do this," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not cleaning this up again. Sober up and go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I gave him one last look of disgust.

I turned and left the room, slamming the door behind me.

I walked downstairs to see the guys cleaning up the broken glass. I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

"Dickhead. Wait till he sees me in the morning. I'm gonna fucking murder him along with the other guys I'm meant to be killing," I bitterly snapped, sighing in frustration. Dax chuckled and I licked my lips, leaning against the doorway.

"Look, guys, I'm just gonna head to bed in Gage's room. I don't think he's coming back tonight. Cris vomited again and the room is a mess-"

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," Jordan benevolently told me. "Go to bed." I smiled at them before bidding them goodnight and going to Gage's room to sleep.

Waking up the next morning, I went back into my room to see it tided up and empty. Nevertheless, I showered and got ready for the day.

I was in the kitchen after, making breakfast and setting out the table.

I had finished washing the dishes when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist, his lower half against my butt. He started kissing my neck, sucking and biting my skin and I sighed as I dried my hands, turning and facing him.

I pushed him roughly in the chest so he moved back and I went to the drawer, putting away some spices.

"You're mad at me."

"No. I'm disappointed. There's a difference."

"Talk to me."

"No, how about you talk to me?" I snapped, closing the drawer harshly and angrily looking into his eyes. "Eight weeks we had the baby and now eight weeks we haven't had the baby and during that time, you haven't said a word to me about our unborn child! You're out drinking and smoking weed instead of being home with me and taking care of yourself. You come home late and expect me to sort you out then in the morning you kiss me and apologise. You've been doing this for two months, Cris and I've had enough. What is going on with you?"

"I'm sorry. Look-"

"No, I don't wanna hear it!" I bickered, rolling my eyes. "You're not gonna tell me what I want to hear."

"You know what? I'll stop going out all right? I'll just hibernate in here like you-"

"I'm not saying you can't go out-"

"Oh, so what are you saying, dear Rosalia?"

I glared hard at him, clenching my jaw. "I'm saying," I said, in a more kinder and quieter tone. "Talk to me. I'm your girlfriend, I love you, and I want to take the weight off your shoulders."

"I'll talk when I want to."

I studied his emotionless face and nodded, sighing and licking my lips. "Fine. But stop coming home drunk and late." He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, pecking my lips. "I will, I'm sorry."

I nodded, resting my head on his chest and hugging him back. He sighed and there was a moment of peaceful silence between us before he asked me quietly, "what are you thinking about?"

"What I always think about," I replied gently. "Our baby." He sighed again and there was silence once more. He stroked my hair, kissing my forehead. I was comfortable in his arms, well, until I felt something against me.

I pushed him away and sighed. "Cris. I can't. I know it's been a while but I'm just not physically ready." He sighed and for a moment I thought he was angry at me but he wasn't. He nodded and pecked my lips, "I know. I'm sorry and I don't want to pressure you." I gave him a reassuring smile.

"It's okay. Go call the guys, let's eat."

~~~

Sat in front of me were a group of familiar men I had waited two months to receive.

I licked my lips slowly as I walked in, standing in front of them all with Cristiano, Gage, Dax and Jordan behind me. I played around with the knife in my hand, my eyes intently on all of them.

I had a leather, black shirt on that was knee length and showed off my curves and butt. I had a red lace, long sleeved top on that showed my bra underneath and some Prada heels. My hair was in a high ponytail at the top of my head and of course, I had my favourite colour painted on my lips. I felt like a bad ass.

"Gentlemen," I began, a cold look on my face yet a bright tone in my words. "It is not a pleasure to meet you all again."

The boys looked pretty bad ass too with their matching leather jackets.

Dax was leaning against the wall, his arms folded and a hard glare on his face. Gage had a cigarette in his mouth, scarily staring upon the tied up men.

Jordan surprised me. For someone so sweet, I had no idea he could look so dangerous. He played around with the gun in his hand, a bitter look on his face.

Cristiano wasn't playing around. He circled around the room, a cold, vengeful expression on his handsome face.

I licked my coated lips slowly, my eyes scanning the room. "So let's just cut the chit-chat, shall we?" I began, a deep, insincere chuckle leaving my mouth. "I, am here for revenge. Why? Because all of you son of a bitches are part of my unborn baby's death so you're all gonna pay."

I chuckled bitterly once more, staring at my manicured nails carelessly. "I wasn't joking that night when I said you were gonna all pay. Karma is a cold ass bitch and in your cases, I'm Karma."

I glanced around the room, a evil smile on my face as I mentally wondered who to pick first. "Hmm. . ." I drummed my fingers against the knife and found a guy.

"You."

I walked over powerfully and automatically, his eyes widened and he began to squirm, his pleads muffled by the tape over his mouth. I rolled my eyes and said, "three blows. One here," I stabbed his side, a muffled scream leaving his mouth. "One here," I punctured the knife into his abdomen, causing him to cry out once more and sob. "And one here." Just underneath his ribs, I stabbed him once more before pulling the knife out and watching the blood soak his shirt and pour out. "That's how many my baby took."

"Have fun in hell," I whispered, evilly glaring at him.

I then turned my back on him and ignored Cris's questioning eyes. Rubbing my lips together, I walked to a familiar man that I called Emerald.

I pulled off the tape on his mouth and he automatically sputtered, coughing violently. I cackled, touching the blood on my knife.

"You bitch!"

I stabbed his knee harshly, causing him to cry out in pain, yelling and groaning.

I yanked my knife out and dangerously stared down at him. "What did you call me? You wanna repeat that, green eyes?"

He stayed silent and I scoffed.

"That's what I thought. Now, I'm not gonna kill you yet. I'm gonna save the best till last but for now, enjoy watching your fellow friends die because you'll be next and I wonder how bad it'll be for you."

~~~

They were pitying me; I could feel it.

They were cautious of me; I could sense it.

I came into the car and automatically, their conversation had stopped. I didn't bother asking. I put my seatbelt on and leaned my head against the window, not saying a damn thing and closing my eyes, wanting to block everything out.

No one said anything. It seemed as though they wanted to but also didn't want to get snapped at, so they all left me.

I didn't even care anymore.

All I wanted was my baby.

________

Don't turn to the bad side, Rose

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