You don’t want to have a kid with someone who’ll be an absent father.” I narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t be.” He rests his back against the cold tiles, one of which is cracked, still shaky on his feet. “You know I will be, Stacey. I just killed a man live, outed over half of the underworld and exposed Bernadette’s empire. If I’m not arrested, I can assure you there’ll be a number of pissed-off people hunting for me.”
