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“L’Uomo’s dead, boss.”
Fuck.
Chapter twenty-six
Adriana
My head is still clouded in a fog of euphoria. The last minutes have been the best of my life, with an insane orgasm etched in my memory. But the feeling doesn’t last as long as I want it to, as Alessandro kicks the nightstand by his bed. He was perfectly fine before he slipped out of bed to get his phone.
The sex felt different tonight. Alessandro Malgeri had spooned me and held me close while we both drifted to sleep. His fingers danced over where the bullet had grazed me and I can tell, from his eyes, how much that accident has caused him pain.
Then the phone rang. A part of me wished the call never happened. We’d still be in bed right now, and he’d be holding me like I’m his.
“What’s happening, Alessandro?” I ask, frightened by the sudden change.
“Dannazione (Dammit)!” He slams his phone on the nightstand and stands akimbo with his naked bum to me.
“Alessandro?” I grab the sheets and pull them to my chest, adjusting to sit upright on the bed.
“My father’s fucking dead. Someone murdered him.”
Shit.
I hate seeing him like this. It ruins everything. He stares at me for a moment with rage written all over his face.
My heart sinks knowing I couldn't have this moment longer and now he's too upset. He bends to grab his briefs and hurriedly slides them on.
“I’m so sorry, Ale.”
His eyes are burning with anger as he locks his gaze with mine. There’s a soft ease that’s almost unnoticeable with him staring at me. He pulls on his pants and walks to my side of the bed.
“Stay here, Poppy. I’ll be back.”
Alessandro leans in to kiss me, but only for a moment. I feel the walls I’ve built to not get attached to him slowly break with the slightest intimacy. My stupid heart sinks when his lips let go of mine.
He walks to his closet and grabs a black shirt, slipping it on hastily. I watch him as he puts on his shoes with his collar out of place. He grabs his phone on the nightstand and takes a glance at me.
“Don’t go anywhere, Adriana.”
He walks out the door and shuts it behind him. I fall to the bed with a heavy sigh. My fingers reach underneath the sheets, in between my thighs.
Alessandro came inside me again. I was already dealing with a late period panic before tonight. How did I forget? I panicked when I realized I was late a few days. Ale would be pissed at me if my fears were true and I were actually pregnant. I haven’t gotten to take the test yet. Now’s the best time since he is gone, and Beatrice is probably asleep.
I sure hope she didn’t hear my screams.
I slip out of bed against Alessandro’s order and out to my room downstairs, where Beatrice is. I’m not waiting any longer to take the test. I have to be sure. The stairs feel like a thousand steps as I hurry to grab the pregnancy test kit I left in my room.
Just like I suspected, Beatrice is fast asleep and curled up on the bed when I silently walk into the room. My dirty jeans are by the laundry basket. I grab them and walk out of the room as quietly as I entered.
I’m not letting anyone know if my fears come true. Especially not Beatrice after everything she’s lost lately. I stroll back to Alessandro’s room, holding the jeans tightly to my chest.
My heart’s pounding, and I can feel the beats as I walk up the stairs again. My throat suddenly becomes dry and my hands shake. I’m fucking nervous and hoping with everything inside me that I’m not pregnant. I can’t be.
Alessandro’s bathroom is bigger than that of the room Beatrice is in, with a large-sized mirror fixed in the wall.
I stare at my naked body for a moment. My breasts look different. Heavy and swollen. Alessandro left a hickey on the left side of my neck. My skin is red as I trail my fingers on it.
I take out the kit, sit on the toilet seat and pee on the stick. It almost slips out of my shaky hands as I remain on the seat, anxiously waiting for the result. The kit says to wait for five minutes. I let out deep breaths, watching the stick closely.
