I remained quiet cause I didn't see the need to answer that question. This dude would just be doing whatever he feels like and expect me to understand.

"Tiffany," Luciano called again and I shook my head.

"Why did you do that, Tiff? Why did you steal my gun?"

I sniffed back the tears and wiped my eyes. "I just didn't want the father of my child to be sent to prison."

My voice wasn't as clear as I wanted because I was crying.

"Tiffany," he scoffed and sighed audibly. "We don't even know if you're pregnant yet," he blurted.

He looked at me in fear, care, and surprise. There...