Chapter Two

Evelyns POV

I looked up slightly before she walked in. Her head down, tears streaking down her face. Her dark hair was stringy, like she hadn't showered. Her face was dirty and blotched from the tears.

She really did look a mess, considering she had planned this whole thing out. She was thin and pale. Freckles decorated her like polka dots.

She was very pretty, though I could just be biased, since she killed me. She wouldn't look up, speaking softly, quietly mumbling something about her appreciation. A flash in my mind reminded me of my pity on her before, how I wanted to help this obviously terrified woman. I wanted to take her under my wing and give her the strength to rebuild for herself. I felt sick when she started to mumble more.

“Is she saying something? You aren't a child dear, you are a woman, speak up if you want to beg for something!”

I said loudly watching the expressions on both of their faces. Her lips tightened and she fought off the urge to show her vicious side so early in this game she was playing. He was surprised at my attitude, and calmly asked Kelly to leave the room.

“Go and get yourself something to eat darling, while I speak with my wife.”

I heard the disgust come from the tone of his voice when he called me wife. He motioned for one of our maids to escort Kelly to the kitchen.

When she was gone, Grey looked up at me.

“What was that about? Don’t you think that girl has been through enough? You were overly rude, and that isn't like you, Evelyn. Are you feeling okay today?”

he asked, still shocked that I didn't jump up to save her. His plan wasn't playing out like he had thought, and it bothered him.

“I do not know what you mean? I was only implying she speak up when begging for charity?”

I said smoothly, smiling up at him with my sweetest smile.

“Well, I would like to help this young woman, she is orphaned, and as you know I will never have a child of my own. I thought it could be practice for when we adopt in the future since you cannot bare my children.”

What he said hurt but I didn't allow him to know that. By this time, we had grown a crowd. Men from both sides of our gangs had gathered around to watch the show.

They tended to do that in situations like this. The arguing had gotten so bad before that they were mostly trying to make things stay safe between us.

At one time all we needed was privacy to be wrapped up inside of each other, but that was long ago. That was before we found out I couldn't give him an heir.

When we were trying almost daily to get pregnant. When we were happy and in love. Before the resentment and pain. Before the words that have been spewed in hatred, words that can never be taken back. Love that can never be returned.

Even before the death I suffered, I was suffering. We argued about everything, all the time. I looked at him still amazed at the changes that have happened between us over the years. He noticed me staring and looked away.

I looked down at my breakfast. I didn't want to eat anymore. I took a sip of my morning coffee. Grey looked up at one of the guards and asked him to fetch Kelly.

“I expect you to be nicer to her this time Evelyn. I mean it.”

The way he still thinks he could tell me what to do made me want to laugh, but I didn't. I sat there like a good wife. The one he thinks he still has.

The one this very sad little orphan took away from him. The one I will never be again.

She won't win this time. This time when she walked in, she looked directly at me. Braver I see, believing I had a talking to and was going to give them what they wanted. Permission.

“What do you think, my queen, about helping Kelly out until she can find herself a place in the gang. I believe she will one day make a great asset for us here.”

I looked up at her and smiled.

“So, what are you asking me, Grey? If she can live here, for a while, or if she can become a part of the gang we built together here?”

He sighed and looked at me.

“Yes, I think that is what I am asking.”

His voice seemed smugger now. Not clarifying what he meant. I knew he wanted her to live there, and she wanted to stand beside him as the queen of my gang.

“I don't think we need any more strays running around here. My answer is no."

Everyone stared at me, confused at why I said no. Kelly stood frozen like she wasn't sure what to say next. I looked over to Grey.

“We built this together, my father gave it to both of us, to both of our families.”

He looked up at me, and I saw a flash of hesitation. He was listening to me.

“I know we have our problems, but we have options. This girl will find somewhere to go. We can work on us again, Grey, we can bring this back to where it should be.”

He nodded at me and looked at Kelly. Before he could speak her tears became like rivers streaming down her face.

“You can't do this, Grey Hunter, I am carrying your child.”

My heart sank. I couldn't believe these words were leaving her lips. She was jumping into this desperate plea already. I couldn't understand. I looked at Grey, who was shocked, but celebrating in his eyes.

I watched as his chest rose and fell quickly before he stood before her. I looked around and the men were buying into her tears as well. This beautiful young psychopath had won over their sympathies.

“Are you serious?”

Grey asked. She fell to her knees, sobbing, before opening her mouth again.

“Yes, the baby, it’s yours. My baby can't grow up without a father, Grey, He needs you.”

Her cries made me want to scream. This woman was evil, I have seen it. In my head, in the mirror, in my dreams. She killed me. He was going to let her stay and she was going to find a way to get rid of me again.

I had to find a way to earn my father's men back. I had to take them and leave Grey. He could have her and his heir. So many pieces of before were still missing. The flashes only came when they wanted to. I couldn't make them come. I tried.

“Evelyn, I know I have no right to ask you this, but please see it in your heart to not throw a woman and her unborn child out on the street. I have nowhere to go.”

She cried out loudly before almost collapsing on the floor. I looked over to Grey who now looked excited.

“Fine, stay”

I said standing from the table. I didn't storm out, I forced myself to calmly walk from the room.

I will have to leave this place. I will leave Grey; I will take what my father left me with me. It won't be that easy I know, but I will figure it out. I will win them over one by one.

I already know many I can count on. I know I have support from the men I came up with. The ones who stood by my father all the years he lived. For the others, I can use my own womanly charm, and ties to these men, and take them right out the door with me.

That will leave Grey less than half as strong as he thinks he is. I will have to work fast and meticulously, before Kelly can get her claws into me again. I took a deep breath and sent Sana a text I knew she would find strange.