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do it again. It’s just a matter of time declaring you drug-addicted and pushing you away. I hope you haven’t forgotten about the last time.”
    Nikki’s face went dark. Her eyes closed; she grabbed the hands of chair and pushed them until her own hands turned red. “How can I forget the sorcery of your team? You just took away my son, and now you want to do it again.”
    “Only if you run away from your responsibility.” Mr. Shaun focused his eyes on Nikki. I felt blood rush to my hands and an overwhelming desire to punch that bastard right then and there.
    “Let’s go, Nikki. We will talk with a lawyer and find a way out of this.” The will was bullshit; nobody could keep a child away from his mom.“We will definitely get custody of Stephen back to you.” I pressed her shoulder.
    “No, Tristan, we can’t do that. Not until this man wants it.” She looked at the bastard sitting across the table. The man was calm and determined. “I’m fine with your conditions. Let me know what needs to be done.”
    “Not mine, Miss. Jordan. Your father’s conditions. You can go now. I’ll call you in a couple of weeks and direct you regarding what needs to be done.” He stood and gestured to the door.
    I grabbed Nikki’s hand and headed out of there, but my heart was burning with questions. Why and why?
    "One thing, Miss Jordan. We may have to attend a court hearing about the will. It will be just formality and I will inform you when and where," he said, before disappearing behind the hidden door.

Chapter 3
     
    Tristan
    My brain was on fire. The jerk who called himself a lawyer had threatened Nikki and she just chickened out. What the hell happened to her? I couldn’t believe the way she bent down to his demands. How could anyone say that he would take her son away and she agreed, especially when her dad was dead? She could have said no and we would fight for custody. No court in the world would decline custody of a child to his only parent.
    We walked out of there; Nikki was still crying her heart out. I clenched her arm, my face flushing with heat.
    “Tristan, please.” Her face twisted in pain. She tried to get her arm out of my grasp, but she couldn’t. Actually, I didn’t let her release her arm. “I’ll tell you everything if you let me.” She spoke, soft and defeated.
    I felt a pain in my side; I hadn’t recovered completely. The doctor had released me on the promise of complete bed rest for two weeks. But there I was, standing in the sun, pushing my limits, angry and disappointed.
    “Let’s go to a café. I will fall down if we stand here for a minute more.” The sun was burning on our heads. It was becoming too much for me; I was feeling a blackout coming on already.
    “Let’s go. I know a nice cafe nearby.”
    “You drive.” I hopped in the passenger seat and closed my eyes.
    Ten minutes later, the car stopped. I opened my eyes; we were in front of Cafe Coffee House. It was a decent-looking coffee house.
    I wasn’t wrong; it was actually a well-maintained and spacious coffee house from on the inside. The important thing was it had private booths, so we could talk about the things happened without getting disturbed.
    “Gerome and I used to come here often when we were in college.”
    “Gerome?” I was hearing this name for the first time.
    “My husband.” She looked away. Pain ran through her eyes.
    Water spilled out of my mouth in shock. “Are you married?”
    “I was. Until he passed away,” she sighed.
    “I’m sorry.” I grabbed her hand. ”Anyway, that was the past and it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. But I want to know why you chickened out in front of that lawyer.”
    “You saw the way he talked,” she said, still looking away.
    “There is no way he can keep your son away from you. Let’s talk to someone and we can easily get custody of your child.” Suddenly, her needs became larger than my simple need of loving her. I truly understood my feelings that