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“Some, yes.” Alexius rolls his shoulders. “Especially those who will stand to gain from it.”
“Only the Ferreros stand to gain anything from this shit-show.”
“Exactly,” I say, leaning back against the wall. “They will influence their allies, put the pressure on us to declare a ceasefire if a child is involved.”
Caelian leaps from his seat, his forehead creased with confusion. “So, you’re telling me, if this baby is Nunzio’s, we’ll be forced into a corner, not allowed to retaliate?”
“Yeah.” I rough a palm through my hair, pressing my fingers into my neck, squeezing. “It’ll come down to two choices. Call a ceasefire, lay down our guns like a bunch of pussies, or we see this through, bury that motherfucker, but risk losing the respect of others and making new enemies.”
“In other words, we’re fucked?”
The look Alexius gives him confirms it.
Caelian throws his hands in the air. “Well, in that case, I say we kill this cocksucker and every other stupid cunt who thinks they have a horse’s ass of a chance to take us on and live.”
“Unless there’s zero chance Nunzio is the father.” Everyone’s gaze snaps to Isaia. “No one has to know that there’s a chance Nunzio might be the father. If we don’t say anything, how would they know?”
Caelian snaps his fingers. “That’s right. If this baby is Nunzio’s, no one has to fucking know, and we still get to kill his ass.”
Concrete fills my gut, ice stacking up my spine. Alexius notices.
“What are you not telling us, Nicoli?”
I suck air through my teeth, pulling my lips in a thin line. “He already knows.”
“What? Who?”
“Nunzio.”
Caelian frowns. “Please explain that like I’m a two-year old.”
“Nunzio,” I repeat. “He already knows that there’s a chance she might be pregnant.”
“How?”
“Mira had a pregnancy test delivered to the house, and there was a note in the bag.”
Caelian shrugs. “What note? Jesus, Nicoli, talk faster.”
“A note!” I snap. “A fucking note, okay. It said ‘is it mine.’” I’m two breaths away from slamming my fist into the wall, every drop of blood in my veins charged with rage.
Alexius curses while Caelian sits back down, a faraway look on his face. “How does this fucker continue to be one step ahead of us?”
“I’ve been asking myself that for the last two months,” I mutter.
“I hate to be the one to ask this.” Isaia rubs his temples. “But if the worst happens here and it is his, are you keeping it? You know…the baby?”
Bile pushes up my throat. “That, um…” I hold my breath. “That will be for Mira to decide.”
Maximo’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. “You’ll let her keep it if it’s not yours?”
“I don’tlether do anything,” I grit out. “As much as I wish I could control my wife, I don’t. And that‘it’you’re referring to is my wife’s baby, irrespective of who the goddamn father is.”
Maximo takes a threatening step toward me, his expression hard. “Nicoli, I love you like a brother. But think about this.”
“I’ve done nothing but think about this since she told me.”
“Then you know, if this baby is his, and Mira chooses to keep it, she would be reminded every day of what that son of a bitch did to her.Youwill be reminded of it every goddamn day.”
