Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

-10-

I found out that I had to live with the jerk gang leader who goes by the name of Tristan who is now also known as my baby's father by people who want to kill me and Tristan's gang. Do you know what's even better rather than just sitting down and watching everyone move my stuff around Tristan's house? My brother has a separate gang from Tristan and they both hate each other but since I'm carrying Tristan's child and Miles is my brother, they agreed to act civil around each other!

'Why do I have to sit here?' I asked in a monotone voice as I sat on the couch in Tristan's house which was comfy but it felt wrong to just be sitting here. In all honesty, his house was quite nice and it wasn't too big like I expected but it wasn't too small. Oddly enough, it was perfect for a family to live in, it was more like a coincidence more than anything because if you knew Tristan then you would know he doesn't want a family.

'Because you have bruises and you're pregnant. Now shut up.' My brother said to me as he grunted while he carried what looks like the box that had my books in and yes they were heavy because a girl like me can never have enough books.

The packing was so irritating because they wouldn't let me pack and I didn't like what things they put in each box and I hated it when it came to the clothes, especially since Blake and Tristan were packing those things which I could have packed. They saw my lingerie! Guessing they haven't heard of personal space or they would have to learn that since I'm moving in and trust me, you don't want to anger a pregnant woman.

'You hungry?' Asked Tristan once everyone had left including Miles after he kissed my forehead and hugged me bye and left me with this asshole making me angrier than ever at him. I shook my head and turned myself to face away from him as I was still angry with him; how could he move me in here without my permission?

'If our kid turns out immature like you th-'

'Then you'll kick us out.' I said without turning to him. I heard a sharp intake of breathe before receding footsteps making me see that he was not there anymore, guilt flooded through me and I regret talking like that. He was making sure I was safe like Miles wanted, I sighed as I wanted to have some girl time with Leah but she couldn't come today because she had work but she said she would visit straight after work. I haven't told Tristan yet though but who cares? It is kind of his fault that I am now having to live with him.

After having a quiet dinner by myself, which I made since Tristan couldn't be bothered to, I went to my room and sighed as I saw some of the boxes still not packed. I smiled slightly when I saw the lingerie box still sealed and sighed when I thought of how much time this would take but this was more time to myself which I have craved since I stepped foot in this house.

'Need help?' And that little alone time vanished once I heard the devil's voice behind me but his question surprised me a little. I still had managed to answer though without feeling all giddy like I usually do when I'm around Tristan. 'I'm good, thanks.' I said as I walked over to a box and opened it. I wished I was in my own world as I started to place some of the clothes into the draws and the wardrobe that was already in my "room", ignoring Tristan's presence.

'You're going to have to acknowledge and respect me sweetheart.' I gasped as I felt him behind me and my hands instantly flew to my belly but were soon taken away by Tristan's hands. 'As long as I'm here, I'm protecting the both of you. Just trust me.' I pushed myself away from him and turned to him with a menacing glare.

'Trust you!? You ran away after we had sex, both times! I was willing to see past those times but then I find out that not only you but my brother is in a gang which caused me and my child to almost die and you're telling me that I should trust you even after the fact that I had been attacked after I had gone away from you!?'