It took less than ten minutes to pack up our measly belongings. Darren stared at the apartment in horror. His men tried to pile inside, only to figure out it wouldn't allow more than three into the front room. I entered my bedroom with Darren close on my heels. The moment I'd spun around to tell him that there wasn't enough room to pack my bag with him inside the room, he kissed me.
His hand snaked around, grabbing my throat as he crushed his mouth against mine. It was a soul-destroying kiss that left me spinning. He didn't release me, holding me in his embrace even after he'd ended the kiss. There was no burning animosity, and it ached. My emotions were already f****d from the pregnancy, and I hadn't been able to get the herbs to calm the churning anger and pain that drove me.
"What the
