Death of Roses(book two)(lesbian stories)

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Staring at the scared doctor, Sydney sighed and walked over to Malik and a distraught James. Malik was seemed to be quite angry and he stared at the Asian on the floor with quite disdain.

"Out of every one it's her that you impregnated?" I shouted, "no offense nephew."

"None taken!" He shook his head with a small smile. Walking over to his now unconscious mother and a group of nurses who tried rejuvenating her, he simply slapped her and she jerked awake.

Sydney was still quite angry and the Asian's men were held at gunpoint by my men.

"The young lady is now awake." The doctor said after he caught his composure.

Walking away from them and following the doctor towards Jinx's room, I smiled as i saw her giving me a small one in return.

"The bullet has been removed and she should be great. She is a bit sedated right now but she will be good after a few hours and some rest."

Smiling at the doctor, i thanked him and walked over to Jinx. "Hey there bunny." I smiled.

"Don't baby me." She said in a hushed tone.

I smiled and grabbed a hold of her hand in mine. "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I would've done if anything had happened to you. I tripped off the moment that bullet hit you and a bloodbath rained in there."
Smiling she shook her head as she knew what occurred.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before a young woman rushed into the room and flew towards Jinx. I immediately knew that was Francis so i decided to give them some privacy so I walked out into the emergency room where Aviolo and some of our men were gone along with Malik, Matthew and his psychopathic mother.

Sydney sat with James in her lap and i smiled and walked across to them. "Are you okay?" She shook her head but didn't answer verbally.

"What's wrong?" I asked while rubbing her earlobe.

"Nothing!" She said rather cold.

"I'll take your word for it." Was all I said to not push her further. James stirred awake after a while and turned to me with a small smile and crawled over to my side.

"I'm tired." Was all he said before falling asleep again. Smiling I cradled his head and lived in the moment. This is my son, he is laying on my chest, the love of my life next to me and everything is great except for my best friend being shot, my brother had a psychotic baby mother and my nephew can be the one who tried to set up my goons with bullets we knew nothing about.

"Scar." Sydney called.

"Um!" I hummed as I starred at her waiting for her verbatim.

"Do you love me?"

"No! I am in love with you."

"So how did you not know I was in a coma?"

Staring at her for what felt like hours although it was mere seconds, I scowled. The thoughts in my head couldn't concur how could she even ask a question like that. I thought we were over this bridge and all ready to cross a new one. Apparently I thought wrong, so I turned my head to her and answered as calm as I can even though my thoughts were raging with anger and if possible small fumes were escaping my nostrils.

"Sydney, we went to your funeral. I saw you get shot and died in my arms. How can you ask a question like that?"

"Didn't it occur to you that I could've still been alive?"

I didn't answer. I just looked at her in disbelief. Her jaw clenched which showed that she was angry. So I didn't say anything.

"Scar!"