(SASHA)
"I…I thought maybe you…" he winces.
"I did what? Bribed Dr Nicholas to not let you get an abortion? For what Tyler? Are you out of your mind? I don't give a shit about whatever it is you decide to do with that baby. You think I care?"
"There have just been so many delays," his voice is low.
"Which weren't my fault. My hands are full right now dealing with my father's death, Angelo and the Triple triad responsibilities, and you seriously think I have the time to scheme and make you have a baby you don't want?" I move closer to him, for some sick reason enjoying how my anger makes him tremble. I can sense his fear, and it is making me hard as steel.
"No," he shrinks into the mirrored wall.
"Then quit acting like I'm out to get you. The sooner you get rid of that kid, the better. I'm sick of your hormonal bullshit."
