"I've survived mob wars, biker wars, kidnappings, explosions, federal investigations, assassination attempts and Razor's psychotic obsession with ruining my life, and somehow the thing that's finally going to kill me is apparently carrying a baby." I said.
Nobody said anything. Probably because they were enjoying themselves. Traitors. Every last one of them and Knox rubbed both hands across his face.
"I'm trying to protect you." He said.
"I know." I said.
"Then why are we arguing?" He asked.
"Because you're driving me insane." I said and his mouth twitched. Just slightly.
"That's fair." He said and I crossed my arms.
"Thank you." I said.
"I still worry." He said.
"You're always going to worry." I said.
"Probably." He said.
I stepped closer and then grabbed the front of his shirt
