Tainted Redemption

Chapter sixty-two

Not anyone but...

The powerful love of a mother. No one else can compete to it.

There's no need for worry, Zayn...when there's a mother instinct, the will of wanting to be beside the newborn that will overcome it all.

She was out of herself once she saw the looming figure. Olivia did not even blink, taking the random laying morphine shot, aiming for his neck and paralyzing him with it, full aware on how the high dose can do damage if not used properly.

He hissed and cursed, both of his hands curling on his throat when he felt like suffocating, then fell to her feet, withering for life like the low life he was.

Immediately she walked next to her baby, holding him in her arms, kissing his forehead and tucking his small body in her chest, while she's staring horrified down to the scene.

She couldn't believe her eyes...

It had been Max.

Insignificant person that always wanted to get rid of Zayn ever since he had beaten him up for Olivia, when it was his fault entirely for trying to cross Zayn. He shouldn't have slapped Olivia, he shouldn't have treated her badly, albeit Zayn had done the same but he had changed and wanted the wrongs he had done to get wiped away by doing everything to see her happy.

She briefly wonders how all it comes down to him, someone unimportant and full of hate, of greediness for a place that Zayn never wanted to have, yet people like Max or the leaders of seven snakes would have kïlled, and did that too, to hold the power Zayn had.

Her knees couldn't hold her weight up, she collapsed on the floor but protectively held her baby.

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Zayn's POV

I'm restless, hopeless.

For minutes all I can do is stare at her watch our baby sleep. I still have the sight of her holding onto him terrified and she even screamed every time anyone wanted to touch her.

Right now I'm behind her with crossed arms, standing quietly there because I've got nothing to say. I didn't know if I should be grateful that this didn't turn out bad and the situation swerved on the last second, or curse and hate myself for letting this happen.

I blamed myself even if nothing could happen. I should've known the second that motherfuckēr kept sticking his nose in my business back then that he was up to no good, shït, he even snitched back then when I had to get Olivia somewhere safe.

She stands up, wanting to touch Amar. I get pulled out of my thoughts. She was what I mattered.

She stared at her hands and then recoiled, from what I can tell it's her subconscious feelings and conscience making her feel guilty, which is weird and uncalled for.

Only then does it down to her that she actually had to kïll someone. And even if she did that to protect our baby, she's a mess.

Then she stood up, scurrying to the bathroom while she's holding her forearms against her face.

I prevent her, she recoiled from my touch as if it burned her.

"Let go of me!" She snapped, she resents me of course.

As if this hadn't been torturing enough, Amar begins crying loudly.

She pressed her hands against her ears, "Take him with you, please."

"But he needs to-"

"No."

"Just for a little while, baby." I plead, picking Amar up. His face is getting read from how much he's crying and I wasn't able to stop him. The only time I wish it worked and it was critic.