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Priya povKarl stepped forward, looking dandy with his black shirt and his coat lying on his hand. “You think you cool with your suit and tie? Fuck you. I called dibs on her first.” Karl’s jaw ticked.“You made a bet on my woman? Are you dumb?” “She's your woman?”“Are you fucking blind?”Dylan laughed dryly. “You know what cuz? You in my turf, so you obey my rules. You can't claim what's on my turf boy. Put some respect on my name.”Karl stepped closer, that slow dangerous grin spreading across his face. “Your turf? Really? How funny.”“What's funny, are you making fun of me? You won't be laughing once I call my boys on you.” “Call them, I'll wait.” Dylan whipped out his phone dramatically, typing like he was ordering pizza instead of backup.“Karl, this isn’t necessary,” I whispered. “His friends are rascals. Like… actual rascals. They might hurt you.”I tried reasoning with Karl but he only gave me a reassuring nod. “Don't worry about me.” After a few minutes, we saw a group of

Valeria pov How come nobody told me that pregnancy cravings are a nightmare? I'm having trouble sleeping and functioning properly. I want peanut butter on watermelon. It sounds crazy, yes, but it sounds delicious in my head. Priya has peanut butter but no watermelon. She's at work, so I can't bother her. I'll just rush to the market to get some. I thought the cravings would come later in the pregnancy, I'm four weeks in, and it's becoming unbearable.I tied my hair up and wore a casual fit as I stepped out. I took a cab, but I alighted a bit further from where I'd get the watermelon. I wanted to walk around a bit. To enjoy the atmosphere. It's been a long time since I took a walk around town. I finally got to the fruit shop, I bought what I needed to buy and stepped out. Just as I stepped out, I felt a little pair of arms wrapped around my legs. I turned to see a small boy with curly hair standing there. I bent to meet his height. He was crying, his face was red, and his nose was

Valeria povJust as I was getting ready to step out, a message appeared on my phone. It was from Massimo. “Don't do anything, my men and I are on it.” The message read. I lingered reading the message a little longer before grabbing my phone, shoving it into my pocket, and stepping out. Fine, I wasn't going to do anything out, I'm just going out for a walk. I hopeThe air outside was colder than I expected. Or maybe it just felt that way because my insides wouldn’t stop trembling. I had layered on two sweaters and a coat, yet the chill still found its way through the fabric and settled in my bones.Or maybe I was the only one cold.My eyes stayed glued to the pavement as I walked. I counted my steps.Another message appeared on my phone and I pulled it out to read it. It was from Sandor. “Where the fuck are you? Why are you not coming back to the house? Don't make me come looking for you. We're getti