Not His Son.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Those were the words that rolled into Leonica’s mind as she had stared at the picture, bewildered. Up until this point, she had prepared for anything, everything and probably the worst situation, that Gabriel could throw at her. She had placed contingencies after contingencies in place, even going as far as to reduce Ashely’s Actual age, from four to three years old. She had taken several more steps to ensure that her baby, her son, was safe with her no matter what. Yet here she was, seating in her car, visibly panicking while driving to the location Gabriel had given her. And why was that, or better yet, how had that come about? Simply because he sent her the photo of a paternity folder. Now fake or not, Leonica wasn’t about to test her luck. First hand, she knew how smart and not to mention, brutal, Gabriel could be. So if that folder was indeed genuine, then she didn’t want to seat around and find out what he would do. And if it wasn’t, then so be it. Pullin