I suck in a deep breath as he comes closer to me.
“Please don’t do this,” I murmur quietly.
“Why because you think you’re too good for me?” he sneers, the side of his lip curling in disgust as he comes within reaching distance of me.
Before he can touch me, I whip the statue around bringing it against his head causing him to stagger back.
“What the fuck?” he snarls.
I scream out as I attack him with the damn thing again, only he catches my wrist stopping me from making contact.
“Foolish, Faith. Fuckin’ dumb to hit me. Told you what I’d do . . .” I don’t give him a chance to finish that statement. Instead I bring my knee up to his groin with enough force to cause him to release me as he groaned in pain while bending slightly.
With the statue still in my hand, I bring it down on the back of his head, sending him to the floor from the impact.
Stepping back, I let out a shaky breath as I make sure he’s out while grabbing my keys.
“Faith?” Lyrica calls from the other side of the door.
Making my way to the door, I throw it open, step through it quickly and pull it shut. “Grab a chair from the kitchen,” I tell her franticly. Putting my keys in my pocket, I try to keep it together.
Nodding Lyrica does as I ask. Coming back with one she asks. “What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute. Go pack a bag. I’m going to get Alec,” I state as I shove the chair in place under the doorknob, hoping that this works so we can get out of here.
I rush to his room, grab his bookbag I use for when we go off, and pack some basics for him. A couple pairs of clothes, his blanket, the picture of his daddy, and his teddy bear. Zipping his bag, I lean over and pick his sleeping form up from his bed at the same time the banging starts from my room.
“Bitch, I’m going to kill you,” the lunatic yells.
Oh God. We have to get out of here. Now.
Running out of Alec’s room, I meet Lyrica with wide eyes and rush out of the house. I don’t stop until I get to the car and put Alec in the back seat, not bothering to buckle him in. Closing his door, I dart to the other side and climb in behind the wheel. Lyrica does the same but reaches behind her to secure my son in his seat as I lock the doors and pull the keys from my pocket.
I put the key in the ignition and start my car instantly and throw her into reverse at the same time the lunatic rushes from the door running in our direction.
“Faith,” Lyrica murmurs as she turns back around in her seat to see the guy running in our direction.
“It’s okay. We’ll be okay,” I mutter quietly, as I put the car in drive when I can. Punching the gas, I head toward the other side of town, in hopes to find Alex.
Chapter Four
Axel
I grab my gun off the nightstand next to my bed as someone bangs on the door. I’d been laying there since my brothers and I got back from the strip club. My head filled with thoughts of Faith and I didn’t want to be around anyone. They had sensed my mood and gave me my space as I went to my room.
The banging continues as I move toward the door figuring it was one of them locked out of their rooms or something.
Throwing the door open, I stop dead at the sight in front of me.
Faith holding a little boy asleep on her shoulder.
My Faith.
With a kid.
“Alex,” she whispers and it’s then I see the fear in her eyes. “We need your help.”
What the ever-lovin’ fuck?
Stepping aside without a word, I let her step inside the room and get a good look at the kid’s face.
The little boy had his eyes open and looked up at me.
“Daddy,” he whispers sleepily, with a smile, without lifting his head from his mother’s shoulder.
Oh fuck.
“Faith,” I mutter wanting answers.
I go to close the door when another woman steps through as well.
“You’re Alex?” she asks eyes wide as she looks from me to my wife. “Why didn’t you tell me this was where we were going? Why not let Lawson deal with the lunatic?”
Lunatic?
What the fuck?
“Lyrica,” Faith says the woman’s name in warning as she moves toward the bed and lays the little boy down. “Go back to sleep, baby,” she whispers, brushing his hair out of his face.
“Teddy? Daddy?” The little boy asks, eyes on me.
“Yeah, Alec, that’s your daddy. I’ll go grab your teddy. You just lay here, okay?” Fuck me this is my son. A son she named Alec. His name so damn close to my own.
Shit.
“Okay, Mommy,” his sweet voice says, his eyes move to his mom but come back to me as Faith moves away from him.
“I, um, I need to get his bag from my car,” she says apprehensively.
“You can’t go out there,” Lyrica stammers quietly.
“Alec needs his Teddy, blanket and pic . . .” she stops speaking to Lyrica as her gaze comes to mine.
“Faith give me your keys,” I order, holding my hand out for her to hand them over.
“Alex,” she starts to say.
“I don’t know what the fuck is going on here. And we’ll get to that in a minute. One being you fuckin’ explaining why you didn’t tell me about our kid,” I snap in a low tone to keep Alec from hearing me. “However, according to your friend here you have some issue with a lunatic and I’m not letting you outside until I find out what it is. Now sit your ass down and I’ll get one of my brothers to get y’alls shit.
“It’s just Alec’s bag. I have mine,” Lyrica states and Faith casts her eyes
