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Lucas' POV

"I'll start the payment for the apartment you'll be staying in," I said, parking in front of a hotel building. "In the meantime, you'll stay in this hotel."

I dropped my hands from the steering wheel and glanced at Cindy beside me on the passenger seat. She was silent and had not said anything since I drove her out of the neighborhood, which was good for me because I was too angry to say anything to her or hear her speak.

"How safe is this place?" She asked.

"What kind of a question is that?" I asked back and she sighed heavily.

"I've been living with our son—"

"Your son," I cut her off. "He's your child until I find out what if he is mine."

"Whatever," Cindy said. "What I am trying to say is that I don't feel safe. Ever since I started staying in hotels, I've always been attacked, robbed, or almost assaulted. I fear for the safety of my son and myself."

I rolled my eyes, not feeling anything like concern for her.

"How does that concern me?" I asked through the litt