Pregnant I left him To His First Love by Collins Patrick

Chapter 151

"You were just leaving," Leila replies coldly, sifting for other options in her mind. She doesn't want her mother remaining in custody for even one more second but Tatum is not looking after her child. "She'll be safe with him, we don't have much time," Kelvin says in a frantic tone, his grip tightening on his briefcase.

"Mama...." Amara's little voice coerces.

Leila grits her teeth, her ego taking a punch as she says. "Fine, nothing better happen to my child."

"She'll be as safe as safe can be, you have my word."

Leila scoffs as she walks closer to Tatum, handing him Amara, mindlinking him.

'We both know you're not a man of your word, so just look after my child and if I find out you have anything to do with Amanda not being here or the judge's emergency, I'll cut your balls out and feed it to you.' 'You've always liked to have your hands on my balls Leila, I guess old habits die hard,' Tatum replies, winking at her.

'Fuck off and I mean it,' her voice comes colder, frowning at the fact that his words put a perfect image of her hands wrapped around his big balls in her head.

"I'll look after her, I promise," Tatum says to her openly, as Kelvin curls his hands around Leila's waist gently, leading her out of the house.

Tatum looks away rather quickly, knowing exactly what feeling just hit him in his heart at the sight.

to step into the courtroom when none other than Carmela steps outside and Leila immediately feels a lurch in her stomach. The sight of

here?" She asks

snort escaping her. "I'm here to see your bitch murderer of a mother spend the rest

straight on the bridge of Carmela's nose, ready to break it with the anger that Carmela's words erupt in her but just before she can move her fist, Kelvin holds her. 'Wiser and

be wise and break her nose,

playing her game, you're

just tell her to get out of my way, I don't mind losing control

I promise and she'll lose more than a few teeth, I'll

before her. "Does

her coldly tightening his fists around Leila's tight fist, feeling the anger pulsating from her. "You have no business being

scoffs just as Trent

my dear friend, Henry, and we will see justice served. For him and for this pack," Trent says, walking close to Leila, barely a few yards away from her "And for you

back up at him, anger, rage, bitterness, a

tongue for taking my parents' name, you'll pay for all you did to my family,

if there's one thing about the truth, it does prevail," Trent replies calmly, seemingly

straight into his eyes, wondering what evil scheme, what treacherous lies he has

but in the Class A archives that she read, it was otherwise and