— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » the wooden door, slender digits wrapping around the doorknob as she pulled it open – only to be greeted with the infamous face of »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » FP Jones. Hues flickering behind him, Haven watched as one of the other Southside Serpents examined Haven from his position on the bike, »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » looking at FP Jones again with a look of uneasiness. "How did you know I'd be home?" "We've had people keeping an eye on you and your »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » boy." He did a single nod of his head; and Haven found herself following his gaze to turn and look at whatever he was staring at. Her »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » boy? He clearly wasn't talking about Gabe, and Cooper and her hadn't even remotely talked about whatever the hell happened now. »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » "Do you mind if I come in?" "No." The word that left her lips was quick, placing her hand on the door quickly to prevent him from »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » stepping in. With her son in her room sleeping, the thought of him being not even a few feet away from her child made the young »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » adult feel uneasy, her gaze settling on the other guy. "What do you want?" "Cooper," There was a sharpness to his voice that made »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » Haven flinch, fingers tightening around the doorframe while she clenched her jaw. "Look, you better tell him to start showing up or »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » else." "Leave now or I call the cops." FP stepped forward, face inches from hers as he stepped forward, hand moving to tightly »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » grip her wrist. Haven winced, and as if feeling accomplished, FP smirked. "You're in no position to make threats, and I'm sure you »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » wouldn't want anything to happen to that child of yours, would you?" From what Jughead had said of his father, he had been the kind »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » of person who had protected his family, but when it came to the Serpents; FP would do anything to ensure that no one messed with him »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » or the gang. Grip tightening, Haven winced and instinctively brought her spare hand up to collide with his face. He released his grip, »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » and the male behind him shot forward, his fist automatically colliding with Haven's cheek. She stumbled, hand automatically coming up »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » to rest where the flesh stung. Gabe began to sob from her bedroom, and FP turned to look at her. "Remember what I said." Shooting her »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » one last look, Haven shut the door and stumbled backwards until she could finally regain her composure and moved towards the room, »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » picking Gabe up and cradling him in her arms as she made her way over to the coach, settling back as she pulled Gabe up to her chest »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » to feed him. As she sat there, Haven began to register the feelings she had for Cooper, and then finally, the fact that the feelings »

— ʙʀɪᴀɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴀʟʟ. » she had for the Father of her Child was unlike anything she'd ever had before.