Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir.
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Lyric
I've been avoiding Tristian and Allen like the plague and I know it's because I felt guilty for how impulsive I've been lately.
These past few days gave me time to think my actions over especially since that conversation with Tristian had my mind reeling.
Okay yes, I was being a bitch when I could've been the bigger person in this situation and let Tristian try his best to redeem himself for what he did.
Yes, I could've dropped the grudge I held against him but could you really blame me? He held a gun to my child's face.
That's not something that could be easily forgivable.
Granted, he didn't know at the time that Trevor's was his but no man should feel comfortable threatening a child the way he did anyway.
He's lucky Trevor forgot about it and he's not traumatized because we would've been having a totally different conversation.
Maybe I should let Tristian try, give him a shot but I'll just do it on my own terms.
As of right now, I'm giving him the opportunity to spend time with Trevor without my presence.
I know he must still be pissed and I don't want to feel his icy glares on me anyway.
I know I should probably apologize for the whole "running away" thing too but my reasoning— to me— is still valid.
Tristian has way too much going on and it scared me.
Sure, I'm a stripper — or I was— so violence and guns shouldn't put fear in my bones but it does.
Tristian is a different type of danger.
Right now, I'm sitting at the kitchen counter, watching Agatha stir away at whatever it is she was making this time.
We sat in silence while she hummed a tune only she would know.
At this point, the old woman was my therapist. I rarely see her because I've been busy with Trevor and being a mom but when I do, the conversations are always pleasant.
It reminds me of spending time with my grandmother while she cooks my favor meal and I tell her about my day.
