Angel’s POV

I ran out of the hall spotting her car and hurriedly opened the door. I found a baby cot and laying in it was a baby.

My baby.

Tears strolled down both cheeks.

“Brandon…” his name rolled out of my tongue. I picked him up from his cot where he slept peacefully, his little baby feet kicking in the air as I placed him in my arms. So perfect.

I slammed the door shut to come face to face with Simon pointing a gun at my forehead.

“Concede defeat and surrender to the police.” I mutter holding strongly to Brandon nestling in my arms.

He looked raggedly stricken...