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One month, 17 days later.


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Alily- this is your baby Nick! Stop being a fuckin dead beat!!

Alily- I can't do this alone! Please Nick, u think this is easy for me?!

Alily- I want our baby and I love you

Alily- I don't care what you've done

Alily- be with me

Me- I have a wife

Alily- FUCK HER!!

Alily- she doesn't love you Nick, I do!!

Alily- I should be your wife, not that bitch!

Me- watch your fuckin mouth, Alily.

Me- I can block you and this bullshit can end right now

Alily- no, please

Alily- I just want to be with you

Alily- u can't tell me she makes you happy like I do

Me- if Mia didn't make me happy, y am I here with her and not you?

Me- I don't deserve Mia, and she makes me very happy

Me- I don't have to question if the baby she's carrying is mine and she doesn't have a hand in my pocket like you do

Alily- a gold digger? A whore? That's how u see me

Me- that's who r u Alily

Me- every time I'm around u, u r asking me for something and u r usually doing so with my dick in your mouth

Me- who else have you done that for?

Alily- I can't fuckin believe you

Alily- my whole life is on hold because of you, I can't go to school or even start my modeling career because of your seed growing inside of me

Alily- I'm having a boy, did you know that?

Alily- I was going to name him after you but I'll probably let the adoption agency name him.



As I read the words my jaw clenched, Alily was trying to piss me off. She knew I'd lose it if she gave the kid away. Especially if it was really mine, it would make him a part of the Lombardi bloodline. Even if I had to ship him off to live with my aunt Priscilla... I couldn't let some stranger raise my kid. But I couldn't be with Alily, not when I was so dependent on Mia. She had no idea what kind of effect she had on me. The demons in my head have been plaguing me more frequently now and it feels like I'm drowning. Like I'm losing control, it doesn't matter how much I drink or how many whores I fuck.

(Unhinged) - Book 2 Of DyverCity Wo Geschichten leben. Entdecke jetzt