“Got it.” With her laptop in hand, she left.
“Dude’s a pro at scamming women,” Jacoby said. “Dozens have filed complaints. Most were out around twenty-five grand, but one lost a quarter of a mil.”
Sin’s hands curled into fists. “He’s good with money, so it makes sense he’d pose as something like an investment broker.” Pausing, he called his driver. “Anton, bring the car around front.”
Jacoby pushed out of his chair. “Where are we headed?”
“To the hospital, to tell Evangeline who Monty really is.”
They descended in the elevator and strode through the front of the building. Anton was waiting in the town car, parked curbside, half a block away. Friday night in Georgetown meant crowds, even in the dead of winter. In silence, the men maneuvered around the foot traffic.
As Sin opened the back door—Pop-Pop-Pop!
Searing pain exploded through him. Grabbing his arm, he doubled over in agony.
Jacoby pushed him into the car and jumped in beside him. “Sin’s been shot. Get us the fuck outa here.”
* * *
“You can do it,” Evangeline said. “He’s almost here.”
“Oh, God, I’m exhausted,” Hannah murmured.
“You’re doing so well, Hannah,” said the obstetrician. “I need one more push and this little, well, not so little fella is coming out.”
Crying out, Hannah bore down. “Good job, honey, you did it!” Evangeline exclaimed.
The doctor lifted up the newborn. “It’s a boy.”
Tears filled Hannah’s eyes. Evangeline wiped the perspiration from her sister’s brow and kissed her forehead before giving her some water to sip through a straw.
“Congratulations.” Evangeline peered over at the tiny baby. “He’s beautiful.”
Hannah strained to see, then closed her eyes. “I’m so excited, but I can’t move.”
After the doctor spent some time with the nurses evaluating the baby’s vital signs, she turned her attention back to Hannah. “Let’s try getting the placenta out. Give me one small push.”
“Please, no.”
The doctor gave her an encouraging smile. “You can do it.”
Groaning, Hannah pushed one more time.
“That was great, Hannah,” said the doctor. “Now, you’re all done. Excellent job.” After checking again with the nurses, the doctor said, “Your son was a little blue on delivery, but he’s fine now. Good coloring and his Apgar numbers are strong. How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted, but excited. Is he okay?”
“Yes, he’s doing great,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Would you like to hold him?”
She gave an eager nod. The nurse laid the infant in Hannah’s arms. “Hello, my angel. It’s Mommy. I love you so much.”
Emotion tightened Evangeline’s throat. Wanting Hannah to have a memory of this special moment, she snapped the first photos of mother and son. “What are you going to name him?”
Hannah ran a soft finger over the baby’s cheek and held his tiny hand with her finger. “Robert. I love that name, plus, it was Trevon’s dad’s name.” Then, she peered at the tiny child. “I can’t give him up. I will do the best I can, no matter how scared I get.”
Evangeline’s eyes misted as she kissed Hannah’s forehead. “Atta girl. You’ve got this.”
The happiness in her eyes faded. “I never called Trevon.”