A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

On the fiftieth day of her pregnancy, Tristan took Kate to the hospital for a checkup.

Kate lay on the bed, and her belly was exposed. She felt the probe of the ultrasound machine moving along her skin, and she held her breath.

The doctor looked at the monitor and said, “…the embryo has the shape of a human now…body segments are forming, and you can see the limbs.”

The fetal heart was beating fast, and with the amplifier, it echoed in the confined space of the examination room. The doctor said with a smile, “It is rare to hear the beating of a fetal heart. This shows that the baby’s heart is developing early. It should be a healthy baby.”

Kate felt relaxed when she heard the word healthy. It was vague and abstract to her before she saw life in a vivid image on the monitor. Now she could really feel life inside her womb. It was strange to her, but it was warming her heart.

Tristan had not said a word the whole time. His eyes shifted between the monitor and her belly. She could feel that he was stirred.

After the examination, he asked for two photos of the baby. One he put in his wallet, and the other was Kate’s purse.

His solemn actions seemed funny to Kate, but it also made Kate feel that the embryo in her body was not just a life but also Tristan’s hope.

The next day, Kate got the right to go out. Because she was different from before, under these “special conditions,” Tristan arranged a car and a driver for her. The driver was a tall and robust young man, in black clothes and sunglasses, taciturn. He looked more like a bodyguard than a driver.

The place Kate wanted to go to was the cemetery in the suburbs.

The driver made no special reaction when she told him the destination. After they arrived, she asked him to wait outside. He hesitated a little and then nodded.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

It was the first time she came to this kind of place.

The cemetery was solemn and quiet, with lush trees and shrubs. Headstones of various shapes and stones stood there silently. Each one laid with a sleeping soul under it. The air there moved her.

She started to look for the name on the headstones. From left to right, one by one, row by row. She was expecting it to show up in some stone, but she was also panicked and hoping it did not show up, as if then there was still hope.

However, it soon appeared—a new tomb with a black marble headstone. The newly carved letters pricked her eyes and her heart.

There was a picture on it. There wasn’t a smile in his eyes. Jimmy’s slightly curved lips seemed cynical. Because the photo was in black and white, he wasn’t the sunny person she was familiar with but looked strange and formal.

Such a lively person had turned into ash and was buried under the earth. It was hard for her to accept even if now she had seen it herself. There was a moment when she wanted to run away from that tomb, but she stayed because the chance of coming to see him wasn’t easily earned.

Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind her, “You have come finally.”

Kate turned back and saw a young girl standing by a luxuriant cedar tree. She had short hair, pale skin, and swollen eyes. She looked a little familiar.

“You don’t remember me? I am Claire, Jimmy’s colleague.” The girl said.

Kate thought of meeting her once, but she was a little slow in reacting to her, “You are looking for me?”

Claire spoke calmly, “Someone wants to have a few words with you.”

“Who?” hope rose from Kate’s heart.

Claire turned and walked, and Kate followed. Their figures disappeared into the trees. After a few turns, they came to the empty land.

A man in a black jacket was standing there with his back to them. His hands were behind him, and his hair was gray.

Kate’s heart sank.

The man turned to them. He was in his fifties, medium height, with ordinary facial features except for a pair of sharp eyes.

“This is our deputy director Roger Kane, Jimmy, and my supervisor.” Claire introduced.

The man reached his hand to Kate, “Hi, Kate.”

Kate reached her hand to shake with him mechanically.

Claire looked around and said, “You two talk. I will go over there to watch.” And she took out a coat with a similar color to Kate’s and put it on, and then she walked away.

Kate was puzzled. The man said, “I want to talk with you about something. It is about Jimmy.”

Kate held her breath.