Page 154 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

“You’re pregnant,” he growled.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Do not even think to lie and tell me that it’s mine.I am not that much of a fool, whore.”

Emma blinked, tears streaking down her cheeks as herface continued to pulse with pain. “It’s not yours.”

“When?”

“When you were gone.”

“Who?” he demanded.

Emma refused to answer.

Affonso reached down, grabbed a fistful of her hair,and pulled her up from the floor. Emma’s screech of pain died in her throatwhen she found herself thrown into a wall. Affonso was right on her, his handclosing around her throat as his face came dangerously close to hers.

Her husband bared his teeth, eyes wild.

“Who does the child belong to?” he asked.

“Stop, please,” she rasped.

Her air was gone with that one sentence.

Emma’s eyes, throat, and face burned.

She couldn’t catch a breath.

Affonso just kept squeezing like he didn’t give asingle fuck.

“Please,” she begged soundlessly.

He squeezed harder.

“Is it someone I know?” he asked.

Emma shook her head.

Lie, lie, lie, her minddemanded.

“Is he Italian?”

Emma didn’t understand why that would matter.

So, that time, she nodded.

Affonso flashed his teeth in a sneer a second beforehe pulled her away from the wall, and then shoved her right back into it. Herhead snapped off the wall, and she cried out in shock and pain. He allowed herto catch a breath, but his hand tightened to her throat again.

“Lying bitch,” he hissed. “If he is Italian, then Iknow him. I have brought no men into this home, into your life, that is notItalian. I would know—your enforcer would have told me—had you been runningwith someone while I was gone.”

“Affonso, s-stop … please stop,” Emmapleaded. “I-I can’t b-breathe.”

He chuckled coldly.

Her heart clenched.

Her baby.