I remained quiet cause I didn't see the need to answer that question. This dude would just be doing whatever he feels like and expect me to understand.
"Tiffany," Luciano called again and I shook my head.
"Why did you do that, Tiff? Why did you steal my gun?"
I sniffed back the tears and wiped my eyes. "I just didn't want the father of my child to be sent to prison."
My voice wasn't as clear as I wanted because I was crying.
"Tiffany," he scoffed and sighed audibly. "We don't even know if you're pregnant yet," he blurted.
He looked at me in fear, care, and surprise. There was this look on his face that I have never seen before and I don't know what to call it.
"That was so f*****g risky, Tiff. What if they searched you? What explanation would you have given for holding a gun? Do
