Fighting For You (Book 2)

Lost Girl

Hello my lovelies, I'm here with another chapter. I must say, I'm loving your comments. You bitches are putting on your detective hat and doing your investigations. I love it. I smile every time I read a comment speculating about my characters. Anyway, when you guys comment your ideas, it gives me inspiration for what to write next, so, please continue.  

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Killian's P.O.V

"Have you decided which one of them you're going to eliminate?"

I snorted, "I'm not holding a f**king contest, Mik. This is my life we're talking about. My kids' life. It's not an easy f**king decision."

With every passing day, it had become harder and harder to decipher which one of them was really my wife. Although my heart tells me that Lacey is the love of my life, there were times that the newcomer made me question my judgement. However, I've never strayed from my conviction. I still believe that Lacey was the right one, but I still needed more proof.

"I know that, but you're going to have to pick one soon. You can't keep one in the dark and one confined to a hotel room. You will need to tell them both about each other, or figure something out and get rid of the one you don't want."

He spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone like we were discussing a new shipment of arms, instead of the life of two women."

"You're a cold-hearted motherf**ker, you know that?"

He tipped his glass at me and grinned. It was early evening, and he had already started drinking. Jessy wanted to try for another baby, but he wasn't too keen on having any more kids, considering how hard a time she had with her last delivery.

"Are you going to sit in my favourite chair and drink yourself into a stupor with my favourite brandy, which I did not say you could drink? I will not be taking your dumbass home and explaining to your wife why you've turned into a vegetable."

He shrugged his shoulders, then placed the glass to his lips and took a long swig. I watched as the f**ker was finishing my fifty-five-thousand-dollar bottle of Louis XIII Black Pearl. It was a gift from a client and very hard to come by. Had I not considered the bastard a brother, I would have shot him for touching my drink without my permission.

"Sharing is caring, bro. Sharing is caring."

He rested his head back on the chair, drink still in his hand. His phone rang, and he silenced it, tucking it back into his pocket. From the forlorn expression on his face and the way he filled his glass again, I knew that it was Jessy.

"I think maybe I'll crash here tonight."

I got up and grabbed a glass as well. Hell, if he was going to finish my brandy, I might as well join him.

"Sure, man, you can stay as long as you need. My house is your hideout."

He snorted, and I laughed. "I'm not f**king hiding, I'm choosing to spend the night out, which is my right as a man."

I laughed harder, watching his semi-drunk ass try to convince himself that he believed what he said.

"Uh ha, and Jessy will choose to kick your ass out, which is her right as a woman."

He swirled the dark liquid around in his glass, sighing. I didn't understand what he was so upset about. If he was concerned that it would be a danger to her health, there were so many options that they could try.

I envied him because at least he got to be there through the planning process right up to the birth. I never got to do any of that with Red and I'd welcome it if I got the chance.