Page 117 of The Betrayal

“Fuck off.” I shouldn't have said it, but I was in no mood.

Titus is on me, hands grabbing my jacket and shoving me against the wall with force and winding me, his angry eyes bounce back and forth between mine and I can't read him at all. It's as if I don't know him anymore.

“Keep going,” Titus urges me and fuck knows why he done it, because I will do just as he asks. He liked to goad me.

“That's enough,” Kaleb pulls Titus off me, shoving him back and away as he tries to run for me again. “Put your fucking pride aside for one moment. This is about Arizona, not you two dumb fucks.” He seethes, head turning towards me then back to Titus. “I don't give two shits, knock ten ton out of each other once you're outside, but you don't do it here, do you understand me?”

And my eyes are on the floor, looking at my dress shoes. Should have given them a polish. They look scruffy.

“Keaton?” Kaleb barks and I lift my eyes to look at him.

“Yeah, sure,” and I see Titus nod.

I know this is far from over.

“Titus,” Amora whispers and I don't miss the look of disgust she passes me as she walks past and locks her arms round Titus's frame.

He lowers his lips to the top of her head, planting a soft kiss in her fiery red hair.

“Are you okay?” Killian asks me and I give a small, twisted smile.

“I will be,” I nod, grateful that at least one of them asked me.

I know me and Titus need to sit down and speak, hash all this out but right now, like Kaleb said, we need to focus on getting Arizona better and home.

Reese and Connie have disappeared, and I give Killian a puzzled look which only gets me a tap on the side of his nose.

My heart aches when I turn to look into Arizona's room. It's her birthday and she is here. And even worse, she could have lost the babies.

My blood runs cold, freezing over at the thought.

Titus leads Amora into the room, and as much as I want to follow, I don't. I turn and walk away.

I'm not alone long, Kaleb and Nate are by my side, but not without adding their piece in.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Nate growls at me.

“I wasn't.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

ARIZONA

I can hear the commotion outside, but I don't really care. I feel numb to it all. I nearly lost one of my babies because I let everything, and everyone, get on top of me. Too worried about working, too busy trying to push Keaton away and for what? Because he may not be the dad to the twins? What the fuck was wrong with me? I had the most perfect man willing to step up and be a dad even if they weren't his. He married me and vowed to stay by my side, yet it wasn't enough.

The door handle goes and my eyes flit across the boring room hoping it is Keaton, but disappointment floors me when I see my dad and Amora walk in.

Not ideal this being the third time we have seen each other, but here we are.

“Sunshine,” the kid nickname he called me for as long as I can remember slips past his lips. His tone is warm, his eyes soft and his fingers are laced through Amora's.

She's pretty. Freckles that look like constellations in the night sky dotted over her cheeks and nose, eyes beautifully imperfect. One brown, one blue. Skin ivory white, she looks like the pretty China dolls that sit on high shelves but are to not be played with. Never touched. Long, red hair in bouncy curls and a slim figure. Cute, neat bump with a sibling of mine.

“Dad,” I lick away a salty tear that escaped. They both walk across the large room, both by my side.

“Arizona,” Amora's British voice is low and sweet, her scent filling the room. Apricots and cocoa butter.

“Hi,” my response is quiet.