Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

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Tristan's P.O.V

I left her. I left her again. What we had last night was the same as last time and I would have felt more but I am cold hearted and it has taken me so long to figure it out. I had sex with my baby's mother and left her under the covers, naked and sleeping peacefully while her baby bump showing nice and clearly, even that didn't make me want to stay with her. I had a black heart, always have done always will and this baby won't change a thing.

'Hey man! Looks like I wasn't the only one who got some.' Blake winked at me as soon as I got into the house where we worked. I gave him a small smirk and walked into my own personal office then closed the door. I didn't bother going home for the whole day, I just spent it trying to distract what happened last night with work which was kind of unhygienic because I really was in need of a shower.

Kihanna didn't know that I was in a gang, at least that's what I think. If she knew that, well a lot of shit were too happen because I knew who her brother was and I knew for a face that he would be coming here with guns blazing. The reason I didn't want this kid was so he didn't grow up with the life I had to grow up with and also the fact that both Kihanna and my kid would be a threat to anyone in the gang world. I grew up with a lot of killings, weapons, girls, drugs and alcohol but the most important one is enemies and death was the closest thing that would scare you.

I sighed as I looked over at the time and saw it was 7:50pm and I still didn't like going home. Fuck, I had to go see Kihanna she's been on my mind all day and it's been bugging me how I just left her there. I groaned and kicked back my chair, getting my leather jacket on the way feeling even more grossed out that I hadn't had a shower; as I locked up the door I heard someone behind me so I got out my gun and turned to the person...which turned out to be Kihanna. Well, isn't that convenient?

'What the hell are you doing here?' I asked her as I clicked the safety on then tucked it in my jeans. She looked at me with wide eyes as if she was scared of the gun that I just brought out and then back at the front of my jeans making me smirk at her.

'Come back for more?' I asked winking and stepping closer to her. She seemed to have snapped out of it, then slapped me across the face quite hard but I didn't make a dramatic thing about it where I whip my head to the side, I just continued looking at her like any of the other times. 'Don't speak to me like that. I am not a whore who can just sleep with any time you want to! I am your child's mother!' She said to me with a stern voice. I chuckled before grabbing her wrists and pulled her closer to me effortlessly.

'Slapping me wasn't a nice thing to do, whore.' I spat out with disgust. Fear swept through her eyes but she didn't do anything to try pry me off her which I liked, I liked knowing she feared me. 'Now, fuck off. I made it clear that I didn't want you anymore.' Her eyes watered, normally the girls I was with cried and I showed no remorse but towards Kihanna...my heart broke too, a part of me was inside her so it should hurt the both of us I'm guessing.

'Let me go then.' She said, her voice shaking furiously. I let go of her roughly then walked passed her towards my car then I stepped inside closing the door. I backed out then drove down the lane thinking of her face as I left her standing there. Her face was filled with smudges of make-up as the tears rolled down her face but I still didn't feel guilty.

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Kihanna's P.O.V

A sob broke out of me as he left me. My face had tears streaming non-stop and I had no way of stopping them because once again in my life I was used, I thought having his child, he would care for me but I was wrong because he would never care for me. One thing that scared me most was the fact that he had a gun. I shook my head as I gripped the ends of my sleeves with my hands in attempt to keep warm, then I got out my phone from my small bag and dialled my brother's number.

'Hello?' I tried my hardest not to break when I heard my brother's voice from the other line. 'Miles. Can you come get me?' I saw his Audi A4 pull up after I waited by the sidewalk for twenty minutes. I had stopped crying by the time he had gotten here and made an attempt to keep myself warm by rubbing my arms but it failed, even though I was wearing a sweater.

'What are you doing here?!' He demanded as he came to me taking off his coat to put on me. He helped me up and I took the coat and wore it, feeling the warmth meet me instantly. Miles, my brother, was a demanding guy who had his arms tattooed, he was also bulky but not overly and he had some features that I did.

'I got lost?' I asked him as I got into the car hoping that he didn't believe me but there was a chance because he could have seen where the hell I was going from the guys that had helped me. He gave me a blank look then walked to the other side of the car and as he turned on the engine he looked at me one more and I gave him a small smile but it was weak just like me.

'I know you've been crying but I won't push it anymore.' He said, sighing deeply. I knew it frustrated him but I didn't want him causing a fight between him and Tristan and both of them ending up in jail. All throughout the ride back to my house, Miles had gripped the steering wheel so tight that his fists were white and I could tell it hurt but he didn't seem to care because that's where he was channelling all his anger. Poor steering wheel huh?

'I love you.' I said as I hugged Miles bye when he dropped me off to my house. He huffed an answer and hugged me back tighter as if I was going to disappear then pulled away before walking back to his car then drove off as I walked into my house turning on the lights. I walked upstairs and didn't bother changing my clothes but as soon as I walked into my room I stared at the covers and suddenly, I felt as angry as Miles had done in the car.

I screamed and ripped off the covers from the pillows and duvet. I remembered each time he kissed me, each time he said my name, each time he said he loved me when he used me. He used me for sex, others used me for guidance, help, or something else to help themselves without thinking how it would affect me! When I was done, I fell to the floor and sobbed, tears fell on my sweater making it damp. My room was a mess and I didn't know what I should do anymore...looking down at my baby bump, I knew that I had to keep a little stronger for my baby boy.