Chapter13

#Chapter13

Axel's P.O.V.

Holy fuck.

I can feel my blood slowly turning colder and colder in my veins as I numbly watch the television.

I think Sophie sat down next to me, but I'm not sure.

I don't say anything. I don't know what to say because, frankly, I don't know what to think.

I know, however, that this is not good.

What if they figure out that I'm a part of this gang - or was a part of it?

What if they find my handprints or whatever, a hair?

I'd lose my career. I'd lose my fans. I'd go to jail.

Again.

I can't go to jail.

I'd lose Sophie.

I wouldn't be there to see the birth of our baby boy.

That's if it's going to be a boy.

Oh god, this can't be happening, not now.

You changed your identity, Axel, they can't do shit to you ; that's what I tell myself but it doesn't calm me down for shit.