Xavier's POV: Me and Dionne are laughing as we talk with other married couples. She’s been making good with other ladies while I’ve been talking with the husbands about mafia related business. I start to get an uneasy feeling, so I look around for Dionne and I see her talking by the glasses of champagne. I walk over to her and I put my hand around her hips, and I look intimidatingly at the woman’s husband looking her up and down and I can see his fear surfacing. “Let’s go honey.” He says, walking away without looking back. I turn around with Dionne and I head for the doors. “Wait, we’re leaving?” “Yeah. I have a bad feeling. My intuition’s never wrong. Something’s in the air.” I say, watching over the room. “Xavier, everything’s fine. Or at least I think.” “No. We need to go. Kayno.” I say, Kayno approaching me. “We’re leaving?” he asks. “Yeah. I don’t like the feeling I’m getting. I can’t risk anyone getting hurt.” I say. “What are you thinking?” “I don’t know. Something’s

2 months later It’s been almost two months. She’s been giving me blue balls for almost two months and I can’t take it anymore. Pregnancy’s been changing her in the worst ways possible. Her skin is still clear but its glowing now. Her thighs, her ass, her boobs, everything’s getting bigger, and I can’t take it. Every time I see her, I wanna fuck the living shit out of her, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge. And she knows that, so she tries to torture me in every way she can. When she comes down the stairs, she makes sure those precious tits bounce when I’m looking. When she’s walking in front of me, she sways her little hips and I can’t help but stare at that gorgeous ass of hers. Even when we’re in bed together, she wraps those warm thighs around my hips, making it so easy for me to just slide in right then and there. But I can’t. I said I could live without it, but I lied. I can’t. All these thoughts race through my mind as I watch her from across the room. “Bro, just go

I wake up to sunlight pouring in through the blinds and the curtains. I stretch and something tells me to look over at the door. It’s open. I get up and I put on a shirt and pants, and I walk down the hallway, looking for anybody who might’ve opened the door and I can’t find anyone. “What are you doing, Dionne? You’re just being crazy.” I whisper to myself. I turn around, my eyes closed, and when I open them, I bump into someone. “Someone’s in a rush.” Liam says, grinning down at me. “Fuck off.” I say, rolling my eyes at him and starting to walk away. All of a sudden he grabs my arm and squeezes it hard as I try and pull away from him. “Let me go!” I yell, still trying to pull away from him. When he doesn’t let up, I yell again. “Liam, get the fuck off me!” I say, anger building up inside me. “Get your fucking hands off her.” A dose of relief shoots through me when I hear Xavier’s dominant voice behind me. In a swift motion, he pushes me away from Liam and he kicks him down th

Xavier’s POV: It’s been a couple minutes since Dionne hung up the phone. I go downstairs and I see the boys sitting on the couch laughing about something, like always. I walk into the living room, peeking in, and I don’t see Dionne. “Did Dionne come in at all?” I ask, puzzled. “No, not that I know of.” Zeno says. “I haven’t seen her.” Kayno says. “Me either.” Mark follows. “What the hell?” I whisper. “Why, what’s going on?” Zeno asks. “Is something wrong?” “I’m getting that feeling, and I hate that it’s about Dionne. I hope she’s alright.” I say, worrying. “I’m sure she’s okay.” Mark says. “Don’t say that. I mean, I’m hoping his gut’s telling him the wrong thing, but Xavier’s intuition is right every time he feels a way.” Zeno says, looking at Mark and Kayno. “Something’s not sitting right with me.” I say, thinking this whole thing over. I get a call from an unsaved number and I cautiously pick it up. “Hello?” I say. “Is this Xavier Foster?” a woman says on the other side.

Dionne’s POV: I’ve been stuck in this room for a little less than 24 hours. People have been bringing me food and water to keep me alive, but I’ve been isolated for a while. Isolation has been my biggest fear for a long time, especially now that I’m being forced into it in an unknown place. As I sit in the corner of an empty room only lit by a fireplace, crying softly, I hear the door open. A man built like the one I saw yesterday walks in and I look up, tears streaming down my face. “Cheer up, doll. We’ll have fun.” He says. “I’m not your doll.” I retort. “She’s fiery. I love you even more.” He says, chuckling. “So how is Xavier? He doing okay? I haven’t seen him since … well, back then. Best friends, we were.” He says, pulling up a chair in front of me, smoking his cigarette and puffing the smoke into my face. I fan my face, coughing and trying not to inhale any of the smoke, and he laughs. “Oh. I forgot about the little one. How far along are you?” For someone who ran me off t