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finger. Was she
crazy? No, she’d been wrapped up in the moment. The thought of
being his wife, having his babies had clouded her judgment. If she
was pregnant she’d love the child and share the happiness with
Gabe.
    She had to stop thinking those thoughts,
they were done. Last night had come and gone. Now when she lay down
to sleep, she would no longer wonder what she was missing. She
would know. The knowledge hurt worse than the dream.
    He had taken his time with her the first
time they made love. Made everything perfect. Twice more in the
night, he had taken her fast and hard. The sounds he made when he
came still echoed in her mind. She wanted to keep them there
forever, hear them over and over.
    Listening to the echo of his moans became
impossible with people shouting outside her apartment. She went to
the door, intent on telling them to shut the fuck up. Opening the
door, she found a group of young males arguing. One group dressed
in black while the other had on yellow. Neighborhood gang colors.
Her gaze dropped to the sacks of cocaine in the guys’ hands to the
right of her. On the left, the men held guns. Fear gripped her.
She’d witnessed the scene too many times in the past, and it had
never turned out good. Adrenaline rushed through her.
    Closing the door just in time, she ran to
Angel and scooped her up. Bullets whizzed through the window. Glass
shattered. Amy squeezed in the bedroom closet with Angel and
waited, praying they’d let the two of them live.
    She hugged Angel in the dark and musty
closet while shots continued outside. The terrifying noises ceased
and everything went quiet. Angel’s tiny body trembled in her arms
and sobbed. Afraid they were looking for them, she rocked Angel to
keep her still.
    They sat in the closet for so long, she lost
track of the time. Angel lay limp in her arms as she slept. Then
she heard voices. Still pumping with adrenaline, her heart pounded
in her chest, wondering which gang had survived and came looking to
keep her quiet.
    She shifted Angel and whispered in her ear.
“Shh.”
    “ Seawell police. Come out with your
hands up.” She heard a male voice call.
    Hoping it was a cop, she took her chance.
“We’re in here, unarmed. Just a mother and her child.”
    “ Come out, slowly.”
    Amy crept open the closet door. She blinked
as her eyes adjusted to the light. “Oh, thank God,” she said when
the man behind the voice wore a blue uniform.
    “ Are you okay, ma’am?” The officer
slid the gun in his holster and helped her up.
    A few cuts and bruises and a bit shaken up,
but otherwise she was fine. Amy smoothed down her blouse and nodded
at the officer.
    “ We’re going to need a
statement.”
    * * * *
    Gabe rubbed his eyes before looking at the
stack of paperwork on his desk. Thoughts of Amy refused to let him
work. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of and then some.
Voluptuous curves and soft skin. His dick hardened thinking about
her and their night together. The first of many, he hoped. Maybe he
could get her to move in with him and out of her nasty apartment.
Angel could have her own room. Maybe he’d fix up the third bedroom
as a nursery.
    The feud between him and Lou didn’t have to
stand in the way of him and Amy. Besides, it was high time Lou
stopped blaming him for Jenna’s death. It had been a freak
accident. What Lou had done was cruel and intentional.
    True, Amy mothered his brother’s child, but
Lou could care less about either one of them. Couldn’t she see Lou
for what he’d become? Last night she’d made love to him, not Lou.
She’d cried the name Gabe when she’d came, again and again. He
remembered the sweet sound of his name from her lips. A shiver ran
down his neck and he shuddered.
    “ Hey, Hawk. You’re looking a bit rough
there pal. Hard night?” Todd, a fellow officer, walked by his
desk.
    “ Great night, really.” He took a sip
of his coffee then scratched his unshaven face.
    “ Well, well. Hawk swooped down