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Fatigue sinks deeper into my body.
In the bathroom, I strip my scrubs off and step under a hot shower.
The water streams over me, soothing my muscles and easing some of the tension from my shoulders.
I shower for much longer than I had intended to because it just feels so good.
Climbing out I slip on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. My go-to outfit, especially seeing as I am apparently not allowed to leave the house. I don't see any reason to dress up for that asshole.
I wander through to the kitchen hoping to find some leftovers and on the way there I bump into Matteo.
Just the person I want to confront, but do I have the energy for it now?
"Amelia, good to see you again," Matteo smirks, always charming, always fake.
"You said you wouldn't tell him." I snap angrily.
"Tell who what?"
I lower my voice to a harsh whisper. "You promised not to tell Stefano that Elle is his daughter."
"I didn't." He shrugs.
"You did." I protest.
"I didn't, Amelia. I swear it. Why would I promise and then tell him anyway?"
"But then how did he know?" I ask, frustrated and confused.
"How the hell must I know? Maybe you should ask him."
I shake my head. I don't even want to talk to him.
"Did you see the doctor? Did you have the tests done?"
"He told me that he will contact you as soon as the results come in."
"If he contacts you first will you let me know?"
"I gave him permission to contact you directly with my results, and my sister's."
"Thank you, Matteo. I appreciate that."
He snorts. "Don't forget our deal, Amelia."
Of course. It's only about the deal to him. Does he even care that he might be saving Elle's life? It doesn't seem to be something that's even crossed his mind.
I shake my head in agitation.
"Yes. Our deal. I won't forget about it." Then I push past him towards the kitchen.
I keep making the mistake of thinking that he or his brother has a heart.
There was a reason I ran away when I found out I was pregnant. The reputation Stefano has is not for nothing. He has done horrible things to earn his name and status in the mafia world.
I can't go mistaking him or his brother for caring people.
I sigh heavily as I pull a mug from the cabinet, flicking the coffee machine on.
