In order to have a full understanding of this book I suggest you read the first part to this book 'Treasure'
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"You and I would always be unfinished business" -Kolson Starvi
"I don't break promises and I keep secrets" -Qatsiyah Kane
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For five y...
This chapter is a crossover/collab chapter withone of our books called Secrets of the Storm. So therefore, new characters in this chapter are normal characters in our book. Siya and Kol would be in Secrets of the Storm chapter ten- I'll drink to that.
So please go check it out and maybe give the story a try, we've worked really hard on itand have so many more ideas we can't wait for you to see!♡
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I leaned against the bar. Throwing back the fifth drink of the night. My vision blurred slightly as the alcohol kicked in. "YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM, ITS HIS KID!" Sages voice, screaming in my head. I signaled the bartender back over, knowing I'd need twice the amount to drown out my thoughts. "He's my kid too I get to decide what I want to do. I get to decide when I'm ready to tell Kolson!" My own voice shouting in my head. Thinking back to the fight. I probably could have been more calm and professional. But Sage just pushed everyone last one of my buttons. On the way to pick up Declan from school she randomly brought up telling Kol about Declan being his. Automatically I shut down the idea. I had a lot going on right now. With Kolson coming back into my life. Declan and Whiskey. Friend drama. Being swamped with work and upcoming projects I don't think I could handle the stress of telling Kol about his kid right now.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked. "Whatever's strongest." I simply said back. He handed back a glass of vodka. A small cherry floating around in the class. I shot down half of down my throat before holding the glass in my hand. "Mami ¿Puedo llevarte a casa esta noche?" A random drunk man stopped some girl as she made her way to the bar. He straight up looked like a drunk homeless man. She walked away from him. A few cat calls and whistles sent her way. "No habla español," i couldn't help but listen into the conversation. She scoffed before walking off. "Puta," She mumbled below my breath, sliding onto the barstool.
