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“She’s half your age, Mustafa.”
“I’m gonna save you some time. There is nothing you could spit in my face that I haven’t already said to myself. Not even if you’d actually spit in my face. I’ve done that to the mirror a couple of times.” Everything was fucked up, and I was the only one to blame. “She’s seventeen fucking years old. She should not be with me. Hell, she shouldn’t be with any man.”
“You fucked up, Mustafa. You fucked up big time. I knew she was on the fast track to turning into a woman soon, that she’d start dating eventually.” Eventually, but not now, and not me. “I was getting ready for that from the day dad got killed. Why didn’t you come to me, motherfucker? Do it right? Ask me to let you take her out? That’s the only thing I care about. You swore we would share the same cross, and I had to find out from one of my lookouts in the street that you took my sister to your house.”
Fuck, so that was how he found out. My mind was so consumed by Catherinelle’s absence, I didn’t give a shit what had led Gino here in the first place.
“I’m sorry.”
This was a fucking torment.
After many long, grievous moments, he spoke just above a whisper.
“She lost it, man.” I imagined she had. Cat was a wild little thing. I was scared to think of the disaster she had triggered at home. “We didn’t even realize until she passed out. Mother almost followed her.”
The fuck was he saying?
“Passed out? How upset was she?”
“Mustafa.” His voice was grim. “What I mean is that she lost the baby. She’s in the hospital.”
Boom!
A rocket hit me right in the middle of my chest; that was the only explanation from the pain that put a stop to my lungs working. Two opposing forces were unleashing inside me: a raging fire and a storm of ice.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I forced myself to get up and stand on my feet, not giving a shit that my joints and muscles were stiff from the long stillness. “What baby?!”
What the fuck was happening? I thought about Catherinelle the other day, but she looked the same as always. And then it hit me. She was moody and threw up. She wanted to talk…
“Mustafa, Catherinelle was pregnant.” Holy fucking shit. “Yours, I assume.”
My hands started going numb, and I had a pain in my chest. Maybe I was having a fucking heart attack. Shit, I knew Catherinelle would put me in an early grave.
“Mine?” Yeah, of course, it would be mine. I would destroy anyone who dared to touch her.
“Is there someone else?”
“No. Fuck, no!” My head was trying to wrap around this baby bomb, but it didn’t work. It was all too alien. Me? A father. Me, having a child with Cat. She lost it. It was all too damn much. “God, a baby? I had no idea. She wanted to talk to me the other day, but then she got sick. I thought it was the food.”
A transfixing fear took over my body.
“You said she’s in the hospital?” My princess was hurting.
“Metropolitan. Mother, Muse and Roman are there with her. She’s fine now but still out. They had to…the doctors had to take the baby out.”
I felt caged down so I started walking in a small circle. Fuck! She was hurt and probably terrified, and I wasn’t there. The one time she really needed me, I wasn’t there. Yesterday, I almost pushed her out the door myself. If only she had told me, there was no way I would have let Cat out of my sight. Not if I wasn’t in a body bag.
The anger and fear pushed me off the edge, and I turned to Gino, towering over him with my wider shoulders and extra two inches. I was breathing like dragon, ready to strike.
“If you did something to her, Gino. If you dared to touch her…”
“Get out of my fucking face before I change my mind and put you in a hospital bed next to her. The fucking nerve on you, Mustafa.” He pushed me back a few inches, annoyed with my tantrum. He wasn’t scared of me, but it went both ways. I wasn’t scared of him either. “They say it was more than one factor: her age, it was a first pregnancy and in very early stages, but mostly stress. I was rough with her yesterday. I screamed a lot. God knows I wanted to snap her neck, but no, I didn’t hurt my sister, and even if I had it’s not your place to speak on it.”
A murderous shiver shook me to my core.
“She’s mine,” I growled.
“Look, Mustafa, this fucking new attitude is kicking all the sense Roman put into me, out.”
