“Leave?” I ask, shocked.
“Yeah. Somewhere else… Somewhere far away from here,” she says to me. “Away from all of this. I… I don’t know what might happen if we go up against Lester. It’s too dangerous for you, for me and for…” She stops, hesitating, and runs her tongue between her lips. “Austin, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?”
She pauses. Takes a deep breath.
I can’t wait any fucking longer.
I need to tell her.
“I love you, Destiny Renee,” I tell her.
“I’m pregnant, Austin” she says, and I don’t know if she just replied or what.
Wait.
What?
I didn’t see that fucking coming. “What did you just say?” I ask her in disbelief.
“Never mind me,” she says to me. “What did you just say?”
My mouth hangs open as I try to understand the ramifications of what she just told me. Pregnant? As in p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t? I must have heard wrong.
“Austin,” she says again. “I love you too.”
“Pregnant?” I ask.
She nods. “Do you still love me after I told you?”
Is she fucking joking?
No, I didn’t hear wrong. She’s pregnant. Pregnant! I jump on top of the bed and hug her so tightly she has to push me away from her.
“I don’t even know what to say.” I look at her with a dumb smile, feeling so fucking happy.
I wasn’t this happy when I became a millionaire for the first time, and I wasn’t this happy when I opened Python.
This is a different kind of happiness. A fucking baby?
I mean…a baby?
Can you fucking imagine it? I’ll tell you something, with Destiny’s genes and my DNA, it’s going to be one badass baby. Smart, beautiful and brave. My child.
“I was afraid of what your reaction would be,” she confesses, her weak smile turning into a genuine one. There’s a glint in her eyes, and I realize that my reaction was everything she needed.
I realize something.
“Yes I still fucking love you, Destiny Renee,” I tell her.
She smiles.
“Good,” she says. “Because I fucking love you too. And I’m glad you’re not upset.”
“Are you crazy? I’m so fucking happy, babe,” I say as I hug her once more, and then kiss her on the lips. “Now I know why you want to leave.” Now that we’re going to have a child, everything changes. I’m not just fucking around with my life, or even with Destiny’s; there’s a whole new life to consider.
“Yeah… I’m just a bit afraid, that’s all,” she whispers, instinctively placing one hand over her belly, as if she’s trying to protect our kid from the whole mess of the world we’re in.
“Okay, okay. Let me think,” I take one deep breath, trying to rearrange the thoughts inside my head. This changes everything. But one thing is obvious: I can’t go forward with the plan I came up with. I can’t put Destiny in danger. “You’re leaving then, Destiny. I’ll arrange a place for both of us… Somewhere warm where you can rest and enjoy yourself. California? What about Europe?” She cuts me short by placing her index finger over my moving lips.
“Austin… You said ‘you’re leaving’. I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“Babe… It’s just for a while. I have to face Lester.” There’s no way around it. Sure, I'm going to be a father now, but a lot of women depend on me. What kind of example would I set for my child if I just walked out on hundreds of women who are victims of sex trafficking? And leave Lester to prosper? He’d give free reign to all the human traffickers in the city, make New York a hub for the worst scum that’s ever walked the Earth. I can’t walk out on this. Even if it costs me everything—all my money, even my life, I have to do my best to finish off that fucking bastard.
“When I’m done with all this I’ll go and join you… Or you can come back to New York. Whichever you prefer, babe,” I continue, but she’s not buying it.
“No, Austin, stop it. That’s not happening.” She’s laying the law down and I know it. Her decision has been made, and she won’t change her mind. Fuck, I really don’t feel comfortable with her staying in New York. “I get it why you want to stay… And you’re right, we can’t turn our backs to this. Strokes doesn’t have a chance without us.” She takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for her next words. “What’s your plan?” She asks me.
“No, I don’t want you involved in this any more than you are right now,” is my only answer.