Not your typical baby mama

Whoosh!

Cold sweat broke out onto Peter's forehead when a vase flew past his ear. He had been in this situation many times yet the fear stayed the same. He could never get used to Gwen's angry outbursts.

Papers lay scattered in the room, broken glass particles were all over the place, she had destroyed everything that was on her desk, what was left was to overturn the table but it was made out of mahogany.

"Arrrrrggghhhh!" She screamed into the air before letting herself calm down.

Her chest rose and fell from calming down from the intense emotions. Her bold red lips fell into an 'o' as she let out a deep breath. She combed her fingers through her hair trying to fix the dishelved mess atop her head. She pulled on her jacket to straighten it and fixed her pencil skirt.

"How is it possible to fail such an easy mission? This is Viper we're talking about!" She was still in disbelief. "Is there a way we can get to him and find out where he located her?"

"There's tight security around him, there's no way to get insider information. Even our mole can't help us and if he managed to locate her, I don't think she would be stupid enough to stay in the same place", Peter responded.

"How did they catch him? Do they know?" She was curious about this.

"It's what we all know, that he woke up in their interrogation room. How he was transferred there remains a mystery."

"Of course, Amy Harper is not so simple. But it's becoming annoying!" She stomped her foot furiously.

Peter swallowed a hard lump as he thought of something else. It was something Been needed to know even though he knew it would further upset her. He kept his gaze to the floor, refusing to look at her as he delivered the news.

"Actually... There's something else you need to know. Miss Harper is the reason the F.B.I did not go after us during the gala. It's safe to assume that she's working with them."

Silence. With his head down and hands clasped in front, he braced himself for a new object to be thrown his way. Instead, he got the sound of her footsteps. She moved towards a wooden cabinet in one corner of the room. Her red bottoms clicked on the marble floor as she moved with a sway of her hip. Peter's heart thudded knowing what was to come. He felt like it would explode the moment she opened the cabinet doors.

She took out a wooden box similar to a first aid before closing the cabinets. She took the box to her desk. She picked underneath her wrist watch to pull out a small key which she used to unlock the box. Once she opened it, she took out black leather gloves and slapped them on. Peter gulped when he saw this.

One by one, she took out a test tube, a syringe, leather straps, a leather whip, and a gag. She placed all of these things onto the table before turning to look at him with a cold expression.

"Well?" she gestured at the table with a cock of her head.

Under her watch, he began to slowly strip out of his clothes. He forced himself not to cry. How long will he have to betray his wife and family like this?

Meanwhile, Amy was glued to her laptop whilst in bed. She had on a serious expression as she stared at the screen. Zach had just come out of the shower and joined her. He kissed her temple before looking at the screen. It was news of Viper's downfall published on a dark web.

"Do you think it worked?" She asked him with a worried expression.

"The power of a rumor..... It can do wonders, including wading off enemies. Don't worry", he assured her.

Yes, once a rumor spreads it either increases damage or erases troubles. This was Stella's tactic. She left her home after spreading the rumor about Lily seducing her husband. It blinded everyone from seeing the true reason that made her leave. Amy borrowed this tactic. Unbeknownst to her, it was actually working because the rumor they spread was the truth.

She stared at the screen while caressing her stomach. That action reminded her of a crucial detail.

"Susan..... I totally forgot about her", she turned to look at Zach.

They were so focused on leaving West Village she forgot about her doctor. She was not comfortable with having another doctor take her on as a patient nor did she want to entertain the idea of going to the hospital for checkups.

"Don't worry, I took care of that", he said simply.

Amy nodded and relaxed in his embrace. She trusted him and every word he said.

"This is usually the time we have our late night conversations, what do you want to do instead?" He asked.

Amy fell quiet in thought before she shrugged, "What do you have in mind?"

"Do you really want to know?" A smirk played on his lips.

She smacked him as she chuckled, "Is that all you think about?"

"It's hard not to when you're around and looking this sexy", he confessed.

"Zachery", she scolded barely biting back a smile.

He felt giddy at her blushing sight. He stared at her adoringly. She was too cute. Then a thought came to mind.

"Come with me", he took her hand.

He helped her out of bed and they walked hand in hand to the walk-in closet. The doors slid open and they walked in hand in hand. Her luggage had been sorted out. The other half of the closet assigned to her. She gasped when she saw the different designer shoes, clothes and bags.

"J's??????.... When did you do this?" She asked in surprise.

It's not that she lacked those things it was just the thought of him getting them for her that stirred her emotions. What was more shocking was all the clothes had the brand name J's. The must have cost him a fortune.

"I figured you liked their brand and thought to get you these. Do you like them?" He asked carefully.

"I do it's just... ", she sucked in her bottom lip with a troubled expression.

"What is it?" He asked.

She gestured for him to draw closer. She placed a palm on his cheek as she aligned her mouth with his ear before she whispered something. Then she looked at him and saw him smiling. Realization dawned on her.

"You knew?" Surprise was evident on her features.

"These are moments I find myself knowing something about you before you tell me. I don't know, I guess you make it easy for me to understand you", he shrugged.

Her heart warmed up at his words. So this is what it feels like to have someone to know you and understand you on this intimate level. Zach's brows went up when he saw the look in her eyes. She grabbed him by the collar whilst standing on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his. The actions was sudden but he was quick to wrap his arm around her waist. He knew it before she acted on it.

While Amy and Zach were having their merry moment, Ian was having it worse. He was in a convinience store looking haggard. He was standing in front of a fridge filling up his cart with bottles of beer. His phone rung.

"Grandma...... I'm fine........ It's nothing. Just leave it....... I'm fine grandma....", He sighed.

He didn't realize it sooner that he had freaked them out with his reaction to Amy's leaving. He had been getting phone calls asking if he's okay and wants to talk about it. But hearing his grandma coax juts made his blood boil. His politeness was quickly thrown out of the window! He felt it was hypocritical of her to check on him.

"Stop asking me if I'm okay! This is all your fault! Whose fault is it that Emily left? You caused this! You caused this! It's all your fault! If you stopped to think about how this would affect her or her well being. What more me? You didn't even stop to think about how I feel! You're just selfish!" He hang and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

He went to the till and placed the drinks on top. The cashier gave him a skeptical look. He took out his ID and showed it to her. It was when she got a closer look that she finally processed his purchase. Ian paid for it in cash and left with his drinks.

Someone in one of the isles of the convenience store took out their phone and dialed a number.

"I have good news for you..... That bitch finally left West Village.... Who else? I'm talking about Emily Stanford.... Of course I'm sure...."

The call ended. The person brought their phone down from their ear and squeezed it tight in their hand to the point of their knuckles turning white.