Alfie's POV~
I already knew that bullshit of a conversation was going to happen between Father, my brothers, and me this morning.
Even though I didn't raise my gaze to look at Zane, I could still feel his eyes on me....burning, questioning, full of pain. And those emotions he was feeling? I could feel them too. His anxiety. His hurt. His fear. I knew them intimately. But I kept my mouth shut throughout Father's entire speech. Not because I didn't have something to say....I always do but because I know the kind of man I am.
If I opened my mouth, I might snap. Say something reckless. Or worse, act on impulse and end up dragging Zane into even more danger. So instead of running my mouth and making things worse, I kept silent.
I don't want to have a baby with Zane.
