Claiming My Father’s Best Friend
They’ll kill our baby.
Lily saunters toward Astrid, then, to my horror, she pulls out a gun and presses it right against Astrid’s temple.
“No!” I lurch forward, but the barrel of another gun slams against my chest, stopping me cold.
Lily smirks. “Relax, Jordan,” she says sweetly. “I have no intention of killing my dear best friend.” Her finger strokes the trigger lazily. “I mean, sure, I wanted to get rid of her for all the pain she’s caused me. Then I thought about taking her baby.like Tristan did mine. but…” she trails off, tilting her head in thought, before flashing a sick grin. “That’s no longer appealing.” She tuts.
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