Rummaging through the club's finances, a satisfied smirked graced Donovan face despite feeling sick to his stomach. In the last week, his club was able to make sixty five thousand dollars which was better than the last week.

He had been puking for a few days now everyday at the same time and didn't know what was going on despite having gone to their family doctor.

You could see the color from his skin dissipated. He wasn't feeling all too well.

The door opened and his eyes slowly glanced at the door. The hazel green orbs showing no sign of life. There was a lot that went behind those eyes. A lot that people didn't know about.

Having the burden of having to carry on a legacy you didn't ask to be born into takes a lot in one's life. He could have easy declined but it wasn't an option laid out on the table. He's been prepping for this his entire life.

"Just got the money from those knuckleheads". Angelo said, sauntering in the room with a big black bag on the side. Donovan simple nodded his head and went back to his books. He would've said something but he wasn't in the mood.

Angelo noticed that his brother was way too quiet for his liking.

"What's up with you?". He questioned with his brows furrowed and taking a seat across from him at the table.

"Why do you think something is wrong with me?". Donovan's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You aren't usually this quiet. At least not with me". Angelo expressed.

"I'm fine Angelo. Sometimes a man needs to think".

"Yeah right," He scoffed, "you don't have time to think". Donovan looked up from the books he was busy with and gave Angelo a once over.

They had different skin tones. Angelo was a golden tone whereas he was more of a chocolate hue. Both standing at the same height of six foot three, and the same facial features they had inherited from their father. They could easily pass put as twins, but put their father next to them and you could swear, seeing the same person three times. Only difference was that, they didn't share a mother and Angelo kept his hair braided.

"What do you mean, I don't have time to think?".

"When have you gone out and had a drink with a friend? Or even had sex, hmm?". Angelo grilled his brother.

"I don't have time for that". A grimace gracing his face. Women were not on his top priority list. He rather spend his time getting money or diving into one the businesses he had to run. However that did not stop women from throwing themselves on him.

I mean have you seen this man? He was the kind of type to be carved by the gods. He had tattoos all over his body, from his calves and all the way up to his neck, except his junk of cause which he was heavily gifted in.

Those icy hazel green eyes are what drew women towards him and not to mention his pinkish thick lips that were always moisturized and center of attention. Let's not even get started on his physique; super buff from working out. His long legs that were thick yet shaped to prefection and his walk that made heads turn. He demanded attention when he walked inside a room and it wasn't intentional.

"Yeah but you got time to kill people". Angelo said, rolling his eyes.

"It's my job description ". Donovan retorted.

"No it's not. You know that you aren't the person you portray yourself to be. You are just doing this so nobody gets close to you again".

Which was true to say the least. Everyone thought that's how Donovan was but they were wrong. He has only killed four people—five with the man from the harbor and every single time he pulled that trigger, he didn't like the way he felt at all.

His chest would hurt and he couldn't sleep for days. Same thing when he pulled the trigger the first time when his father made him kill a man for him. He always had a soft heart but his father always told him to man up and be hard hearted so nobody can ever play with you.

He had to learn that the hard way because the moment he had soften up, he was taken advantage of. That's why he wasn't interested in a relationship nor pursuing a sexual relationship with a woman because it will only come to bite him in the ass.

If only he knew what awaits him on other side of the door.

A soft knock grabbed their attention. Donovan's eyes fixated on the door and his hand rested on the gun in his drawer. Mikael, his bodyguard opened the door, peeking his head through.

"Someone is here for you Don". His face scrunched up in confusion.

"I don't have any appointments today".

"You don't but the lady said it was important and she's not leaving until she sees you". Mikael relayed the message. Donovan pinched the bridge of his nose.

He wanted to be left alone just for one day, was that too much to ask?. He inhaled and told Mikael to let her in as he released his hand off his gun

The door opened wider and in walked the woman whom he wished to forget but remembers clearly.

The black work pants hugged her lower thick body and the black stilettos she wore gave her a height difference. Her upper body was draped in a white silk button down and a coat over her shoulders. Her neck laced with a silver initial necklace. Her hair was pulled into a low curly ponytail with a part in the middle. Her espresso skin tone glowing. He could smell her perfume from his table

Angelo blew out a whistle, taking in the  woman standing by the door.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!". He murmured, taking her in. Both Donovan and Angelo couldn't keep their eyes off her.

"I'm going to make this quick cause I know you are a busy man...". She nervously trailed off, feeling the cold shiver taking over her body. The eyes on her were intense.

Those hazel green eyes.

It clicked when she made eye contact with the same man sitting a few feet away from her. She could never forget, even if she wanted to. She remembers how they made her feel. His touch and kisses were very intoxicating in that moment.

"I'm pregnant ".

Pregnant

That word feeling foreign against the tip of her tongue but she couldn't stop spitting it out. She was slowly accepting her fate. Maybe she did want the child, to cure her loneliness.

She was starting to think Khalil was right. She did need somebody and that was her child. She had put off being alone for far too long. She did need a campion in this thing we call life.

Silence

Drop dead silence for at least five minutes as they gawked at each other. Him with zero emotion and her with nervousness

"Just when I was giving my speech about you needing someone and the universe responded far too quick"  Angelo was the first to speak up, breaking the ice. Donovan cut his eyes at his brother.

"Look I don't care if you are going to be part of this baby or not but I just thought you should know so you wouldn't be caught off guard one day seeing your child randomly on the streets—". Cheyenne nervously started.

"—but I'm keeping the baby and as the father of the child, I just thought I should let you know. I don't need or want anything from you. I can take care of my own. I was just letting you know". She finished, still trembling on her feet. She struts up to the desk and pulled out the scan and slid it towards him.

His eyes just did something to her. They trailed from her face down to her feet. His eyes briefly scanned the black and white picture but he wasn't moved.

"How do I know you not lying?". He quizzed with his brows furrowed together.

"I have nothing to gain by lying and if you'd like a paternity test, I will give you that". She shrugged. She honestly didn't care about what he was going to do but she had made her decision and she was keeping her baby.

"And as I said, I don't need or want anything from you". She stated, sternly this time. She really didn't.

"Well you clearly made your decision, if that is all please find your way out". Donovan gestured, carelessly shrugging. Angelo looked at his brother in bewilderment.

Cheyenne nodded her head and let herself out without putting up a fight. She was a little disappointed but she didn't expect any less.

As long as she was there for baby, nothing else mattered.

"Are you fucking serious?!". Angelo barked, standing up from his chair.

"Don't get all tough with me"  Donovan warned, cutting his eyes at him.

"You are pathetic. Turning out just to be like dad". Angelo spewed out in spite.

"And you think I care?". Donovan questioned back. Angelo let out a humourless laugh while shaking his head.

"You are pathetic ". Angelo said, strolling to the door, "That's why Stella left your ass". He then hurried out to catch up with Cheyenne.

In that moment, Donovan started feeling guilty. Shame filled his body and to say that he wasn't petrified would be an understatement. I mean, how was he supposed to act? Happy? Joyful?

He was literally shaking in his boots and for his brother to call him pathetic, made him extremely furious. He knew better out of all people to call him that

He was everything but that.

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thoughts??

Donovan's reaction?

Cheyenne?