Fake love ✔

Alternative ending

"Don't lie".

"Yes".

I chuckle, humourlessly. "Well, she can join the fucking club", I wipe my damp eyes. "Parker died because of me. Romeo's going to die because of me. Who's next?"

"M, don't speak like that. Parker didn't die because of you, and Romeo isn't going to die".

I shake my head against his chest. "You don't know that".

"I don't, but I know the type of person he is. He loves you and he will fight for you. He'll wake up".

"Yeah, but say he does live, I've lied to him for our whole relationship. He's not going to love me anymore".

"Morgan!" Gabe rushes over to us before Hayden can answer, and pulls me into a hug.

"Did you know?"

He pulls away, looking at me with a confused expression. "Know what?" I retake my seat beside Hayden and Gabe sits on the other side of me.

"That this was all a test. And I'm not even the leader of the mafia; it was all a lie. Dad got someone to hold a gun up to me and shoot, but before it hit me, Romeo pushed me out of the way", I wipe my tears. "I'm such a hypocrite. Look at me, crying because my dad lied to me. What the fuck have I been doing for the whole of Romeo and I's relationship?" I ask, rhetorically. "Why didn't he just let me die? It's what I deserve, anyway".

"Because he loves you", Gabe wraps an arm around me.

"Yeah, and because you're carrying his child", Hayden adds; Gabe chokes.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm pregnant, by the way. It's a boy, I got a call this morning".

"I'm gonna be an uncle?" I nod before turning to Hayden.

"And you. You're going to be an uncle too. You're basically my older brother", his arm goes around my shoulders, pulling my head to his chest.

We sit in silence for a while until a nurse walks out. "Romeo Mazzaro?" I jump out of my seat, walking over to her. "Are you Morgan?" I nod. "He's asking to see you".

"H—he's awake? He's alive?" She nods, giving me a slight smile.

"It was a close call, but he's alive. I'll take you to his room".

I thank her as we get there, but take a minute to muster up the courage to walk in. When I finally do, I push the door open and step inside. His head immediately whips to the door, watching as I walk over to the side of his bed. "I'm sorry", I whisper, almost inaudibly.

"I love you", I shake my head as tears roll down my cheeks. "Morgan—".

"No", I finally look up to meet his stare. "I lied to you".

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me", I avert my gaze back to the floor, shaking my head after a while. "Then come back to me. I don't blame you for this", his voice cracks.

"But it's my fault! How could I ever live knowing that you got shot, because of me?"

"You didn't pull the trigger".

"But I was supposed to!" My hands shake. "You shouldn't have saved me".

"Morgan. I don't regret my decision, and I never will. I have you and our baby, and the only price I had to pay was a bullet to the chest. That's fine by me", he sees the hesitation in my eyes and continues. "I don't hate you for it".

"But I do! I hate myself for—for—", I'm cut off by Max barging into the room.

"What the fuck? Please—please tell me that everything I heard was not true".