Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance) (73 page)

Like fucking hell I will.

I storm through the airplane hangar. Frank sees me, waddles up to me.

“Deidre—”

I turn to him, shake my head at him. I can’t keep the tears from my eyes now.

“I trusted you, Frank,” I say to him, my voice sticky. His face drops. “You were my friend! I liked you, you stupid, little man.”

“Dei—”

I put up my hand. “Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

I walk past him, past the cage. Duncan is in there, fighting. He’s dancing, skipping, so light on his feet, an artist on the mat.

I can’t even watch. I can’t bear the thought of meeting eyes with him right now.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him fake a jab, spin around on a pivot, elbow Manic in the jaw. Manic goes down like a sack of bricks, and Duncan clambers on top of him, gets him into a Pace choke; a submission hold that stops all blood from going to the brain.

The crowd is erupting. Duncan drips with blood; both his and Manic’s. Tonight, they didn’t stop at the sight of crimson.

Manic slips loose, though.

The fight will go on.

I start to run, push past people in my way. I get to the exit of the hangar, slip out through the crack of the two huge doors, and I run off into the foggy night.

I know what I have to do.

I have to save my baby.

And I can’t let my mind linger on the fact that it breaks my heart to break another’s.

Duncan’s going to be looking for me after the fight, after he wins.

He has no idea he’s the father of my child, has no idea I’m even pregnant, and now he can never know. I can’t tell anybody. I can’t let it out.

If Dad ever finds out, he’ll send Frank after Duncan. He’ll
kill
Duncan.

This is the only way to save us all.

I dry my eyes, walk out of the airfield toward the road. I find a waiting cab, climb in. There’s not much time.

This is the only way.

I have to leave everything behind.

Chapter Twenty Nine