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The music steadily fades, and when I look back at the house that was thriving only minutes ago, there’s now a glowing hue of orange and amber streaks coming from one corner of the property. My heavy eyes widen a fraction. “What happened?” My voice is too quiet for him to hear me.

The passenger door of my car is opened, and I’m lifted inside with a grunt before it’s slammed shut behind me. “I’ll take her,” Rocco tells Dean, who’s running towards us having caught up.

Rocco steps around the car.

“I need to make sure she’s okay. Go. Find Travis,” Dean bellows frantically.

I hear keys get thrown, and Dean opens the driver’s door, quicklyclimbing in next to me.

“Your bike?” I murmur. He can’t leave it here at the scene.

He hears me. “It’ll be taken care of. Need to get you to a hospital.”

We pull away as fast as he can, and I hear the sound of Rocco’s bike tear up the road next to us. He zips past us once we’re both at the end of the drive, and I close my eyes.

Find Travis.

They still don’t know where he is.

Chapter Thirty-Three

TRAVIS

Pregnant.

With a baby.

Withmychild.

This isn’t something I wanted. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

This baby will be a part of you and a part of me. This is us. Ours. We can’t throw that away.

Our chaos.

I roll onto my side. What have I done?

Fear was leading me. My past, haunting me. Is that enough of an excuse? I remember every vicious word I spoke. Every harsh attempt to put this on her. It worked. I succeeded. I can still see the moment my final dagger was struck, the part where I gave her some bullshit ultimatum I didn’t really mean. The part where she chose it.

It?

The baby.

Mybaby.

Fuck. I push myself to sit up, dragging a weary hand down my rugged face, my feet hanging off the side of the bed.

Her spirit broke. Everything that shone so brightly, I doused it with my being. Watched it fade to black before me all because this wasn’t something I asked for. Who the fuck do I think I am?

I didn’t want a baby. I still don’t think I have it in me. But I want the woman I love. That will never change. What I did to her, though… there’ll be no coming back from that. I can’t take that back.

Not now.

Not ever.

Forever. I promised her that when I asked her to marry me. And now I find myself alone. Lost.

I realise the gravity of my absence the moment I check my phone. Thirty-three missed calls. Twenty messages. Everyone’s been looking for me. Perhaps they still are? Who knows. It’s been two days since I walked out the house. Two days without Mollie.