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Lucas' POV
"I'll start the payment for the apartment you'll be staying in," I said, parking in front of a hotel building. "In the meantime, you'll stay in this hotel."
I dropped my hands from the steering wheel and glanced at Cindy beside me on the passenger seat. She was silent and had not said anything since I drove her out of the neighborhood, which was good for me because I was too angry to say anything to her or hear her speak.
"How safe is this place?" She asked.
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked back and she sighed heavily.
"I've been living with our son—"
"Your son," I cut her off. "He's your child until I find out what if he is mine."
"Whatever," Cindy said. "What I am trying to say is that I don't feel safe. Ever since I started staying in hotels, I've alw
