34. Lily

34

Lily

I stumbled downstairs to the bathroom, only just making it to the toilet before I threw up. Isn’t morning sickness meant to only last a month?

I ran my hands over my huge, swollen belly. The last eight months had shot by. I still hadn’t told Bull. Why hadn’t I told Bull?

My whole life was in ruins.

The sound of a car engine outside sent me waddling over to the door. Three black BMWs were pulling up. My blood turned to ice water. I recognized the type of car. The first man out was Antonio and the second was my uncle, followed by a small army of goons. They started towards me.

They’d found me. I’d been invisible for two years, but the baby had made me noticeable.

I jumped down out of the bus and tried to run away down the creek bed, but I could only manage a stumbling walk, hands holding my stomach, terrified that I’d trip. I was so worried about the baby. How was I going to protect it, if I couldn’t even protect myself?

They’d catch me and now they’d want Bull and the baby, too. I’d brought them into my life and I was going to get them all killed. How could I have been so irresponsible?

Footsteps behind me. Expensive leather shoes pounding through the dust. Hands caught my arms—