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“Stop, Giselle. You’re fine. Everything’s okay. I’m here.” Carlo lifted me off my knees and into his arms. His big strong arms that were supposed to keep me safe.
Right now, I didn’t feel safe at all.
“Is it true?” I croaked out, choking on my own tears. “Did you get Stassia pregnant? Did she give you a son?” I looked into Carlo’s eyes—and I knew.
I knew it was true.
He’d gotten Stassia pregnant.
And she had his baby.
A son.
“We’ll talk about this upstairs. Give me a minute to get you there.” He whisked me out of the bathroom and through the living room. As we went up the stairs, Eve called out, “I can get the baby when he wakes up.”
Carlo looked down at her and nodded, but didn’t say anything.
A few moments later, we were down the hall and in our room.
Carlo closed the door quietly. Marcello was still sleeping and hopefully would be for a while.
Once Carlo had us settled on the bed, he inhaled deeply. “Stassia didn’t tell me until she was six months along. At first, I didn’t believe her. But after the DNA tests came back, I couldn’t deny it.”
The pain.
Oh, man.
The pain.
Everything in my body hurt from his admissions. There was one more thing I needed to know.
I had to know.
“Did you get her pregnant while I was kidnapped?” I asked, not daring to even breathe. Because I didn’t want to know the answer.
I wasn’t ready to hear the answer, and I never would be.
Carlo moved his head back and glared at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” His eyes scanned my face for a moment before his tone grew low and deep. “Do you really think I’d fuck her again? And while you were kidnapped by a madman?”
I didn’t answer. Mostly because I really wasn’t sure. Carlo had been intent on having an heir—a son.
“For fuck’s sake, Giselle. You can’t be serious right now?”
My eyes dropped to his chest. “You were fucking Eve the whole time,” I told him something he already knew.
The growl in his chest rumbled deeply inside of his body. “We’ve been over this already. You know what Eve means to me. To us. I’m not going to apologize every day for taking comfort in a woman I love.” He took a deep breath. “Who we love. You know what that meant to me. And what it meant to Eve. Don’t try and twist that shit into something ugly.”
I gazed into his eyes and nodded. He was right. We’d already been over this with a fine-tooth comb. And I wasn’t mad about him being with Eve. Not at all. “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. But no, I’m not sure you weren’t with Stassia while I was—gone.”
He shut his eyes and let out a long exhale. When he opened his eyes again, he stared right at me. “I wasn’t with her. I wasn’t near her. I wasn’t anything with that woman. And once I found out she was pregnant—” his head fell forward onto his chest, “I wished it were you instead. You calling me. Telling me that you were pregnant with our son. And I feel like fucking shit about that.” He looked up. “Because Nicco is my son. And I love him, Giselle.”
Those words took all the air out of my body. And the pain he caused by telling me that—was indescribable. It was a sharp, deep stab to my stomach.
Carlo loved his son.
His son that Stassia gave him.
Suddenly, a thought came into my mind. Something that could change everything.
