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Bunny looks away.
“Giovanni has something up his sleeve. He’s sitting on a checkmate. We need to prepare.”
“Say the word and I’m at your service,” Donatello says.
I look at Bunny. “I understand if you don’t want any part of this. I haven’t been the best brother, and if you want out, I understand.”
He looks at me with cold eyes. “Glad you understand.”
He whips out his gun, throws it to the ground, and walks out the gate.
“You ungrateful brat,” Donatello hisses, making to go after him, but I stop him again.
“He’ll come around. We can handle him later. For now, we need to prepare for the worst. Shut down the club and double the security around our turf. No more deals for now. All of our stock should be put in the emergency room, and you need to have all our files in the system backed up.”
“I’ll get on that.”
“I’ll join you in a moment. First, I have to get Alyssa to safety.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alyssa
“Please, you cannot tell Antonio about this child.”
The doctor looks at me. “You and I both know that is impossible.”
“Why is it so impossible? I am your patient. Can’t I request for my personal medical information to be kept secret?”
“We both know this isn’t how it works in this scenario. I answer to Antonio.”
I look at him desperately. “Please, doctor. I promise that I’ll tell him myself. I just need some time.”
He shakes his head, and I reach out to grab his hand.
“Please,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. He looks down at my shaky hands.
“You might want to get that tremor looked at,” he says, packing up.
I bite down my lip, my heart racing at a million miles per hour. How could I let this happen to me? How could I be so blind and careless?
“I’ll give you until my next consultation with Antonio. That should be by the end of the month. I believe that should be ample time to let him know.”
I bow my head in gratitude as he wordlessly leaves the room.
I get up and begin pacing, trying to gather my thoughts.
I’m supposed to kill Antonio and watch him bleed to death at my feet, yet somehow, I am carrying his child.
Was I going to kill the father of my child?
The door opens, and Mary runs in with a worried look.
“Oh, child! You’re fine,” she says, hugging me, “I came in the morning, and the news that you were sick was flying around.”
She stops seeing the tears in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
