Page 215 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“But it’s too much for a baby, right? Since when do newborns care how many outfits they have, or if they have a swing thing that bounces? Does the baby really need twenty pairs of socks, or bibs that look like bandanas?”

“He’ll use it all, eventually.”

Gilles shook his head. “It’s crazy. Women go nuts over this stuff, and I just don’t understand why.”

“I take it you don’t have kids, then.”

The man looked horrified.

“Jesus, no,” he muttered, glancing up to the sky at the same time he made the sign of the cross over his chest.

“I’m not sure God will help to keep the babies away, Gilles. They’re not demons or evil spirits.”

He stared at her with wide eyes. “That depends on who you ask.”

Well, she would give him that.

“To the penthouse?” Cara asked.

Gilles nodded, urging her around to his side of the truck. “The penthouse; boss’s orders.”

The backseat was also filled, as was the front passenger side, so apparently, she would be sitting directly behind him in the back.

Cara turned to thank Gilles as he opened the back door to help her climb in the lifted truck, but she didn’t get the words out. The last things she saw were dimmed car lights, before the vehicle turned sharply off the road, and headed directly for them. She felt the strong hands of the enforcer shove her into the truck at the very last second, but it was all black after that.

She could still hear the sound of metal crushing against metal when she woke up in the hospital screaming.

Gian.

She screamed for him.

And for her baby.