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Likebrightfucking pink.
No denying it at all.
I was good and knocked up by Gio.
No shock filled me. There wasn’t even any nervousness.
I felt… nothing for long seconds as I just stared at those twin lines.
And that feeling of nothingness terrified me more than anything else.
More than the baby growing inside me whose father was not only family by marriage but Head of the West Coast Italian Mafia.
God… Gio.
A fighter, a brutal and savage beast of a man who rivaled my brothers’ aggression and power, had gotten me pregnant.
I set the test back down and braced my hands on the edge of the vanity. My head automatically hung forward as if I didn’t have the strength to keep it up.
At that moment, all I could think of was the ramifications that would happen over this.
My worry and fear grew at the thought of what my brothers would do to Gio once they found out. And they would. No matter how long I kept his identity hidden, the truth would come out eventually.
I looked at my flat stomach and placed a hand over it, gripping my shirt and pulling it up. The pale expanse of my abdomen showed no sign that life was growing within it. I wondered what I’d look like big and swollen.
I felt myself choke up. The fear I felt for the unknown terrified me.
Ilovedhim. And because of those feelings and my actions, there would be drastic repercussions.
I was in love with him.
God, I thought to myself.I royally fucked up this time.
There were always options, but that very thought twisted my stomach painfully.
That wasn’t an option for me.
Gio and I had never talked about anything serious. He said things in the heat of the moment, but I didn’t let myself cling to them. I didn't want to hope there was morethan there was.
Our encounters had been wild, animalistic, and sexually deviant. I was his little Russian doll.
The way he spoke to me, touched my body… fucked me, all confirmed how physical our relationship was.
And maybe that’s all there was between us.
Right?
Not anymore.
Could he want this baby? Would he be upset or maybe leave?
How badly would this tear up the family and drive a wedge between us?
How long can I hide this?
The sound of my cell phone vibrating with an incoming text drew me from my thoughts, and I picked it up, staring at the screen.
Unknown Number
