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

She asks

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

folding her fist into a punch, her focus set 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 stronger, remember?' he

break her nose, that would show some strength,' she midlinks

playing her game, you're giving her

I don't mind losing

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

the sight before her. "Does your bastard

Kelvin reprimands her coldly tightening his fists around Leila's tight fist, feeling the anger

scoffs just as Trent

For him and for this pack," Trent says, walking close to

back up at him, anger, rage, bitterness, a strong urge for

did to my

truth but if there's one thing about the truth, it does prevail,"

evil scheme, what treacherous lies he has cooked up against her

story, Trent was the last person who saw her father alive but in the Class A archives that she read, it was otherwise and