#Chapter133
Axel's P.O.V.
Holy fuck.
I can feel my blood slowly turning colder and colder in my veins as I numbly watch the television.
I think Sophie sat down next to me, but I'm not sure.
I don't say anything. I don't know what to say because, frankly, I don't know what to think.
I know, however, that this is not good.
What if they figure out that I'm a part of this gang - or was a part of it?
What if they find my handprints or whatever, a hair?
I'd lose my career. I'd lose my fans. I'd go to jail.
Again.
I can't go to jail.
I'd lose Sophie.
I wouldn't be there to see the birth of our baby boy.
That's if it's going to be a boy.
Oh god, this can't be happening, not now.
You changed your identity, Axel, they can't do shit to you ; that's what I tell myself but it doesn't calm me down for shit.