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“Right.” She picks up the blue folder with my name boldly written on it and flips it open. “Congratulations Ms. Sullivan. You’re six weeks pregnant.”

My head snaps to Naomi at my side, then back to the doctor. “What?”

She must not have noticed the shock on my face because she smiles again. “You’re six weeks pregnant.”

It suddenly feels like I’m tumbling down a dark tunnel and my entire world is spiraling to an end. I want this to be some sort of nightmare I’ll wake up from. This can’t be happening.

I have too much going on and I can’t have a child until everything’s been sorted out.

Naomi’s eyes meet mine. “What are you going to do now?”

I don’t know, but one thing is certain. I have to get rid of Elio before my child comes into this world. I must.

Chapter Fifteen

Vincent

“The Valentes infiltrated one of our warehouses last night,” Dante says, crossing one leg over the other and spreading his arm out on the backrest of the couch he’s sitting. “We lost five more men.”

Dominic’s face pales, his eyes red with fury. “Ask Alexei to make time for a meeting tomorrow evening.” He turns to me. “Find out where that rat Elio Valentes is hiding and bring him to me.”

I nod.

Marcus walks in, his hands behind him. “We’ve found one of Elio’s men at the warehouse. He was shot in the leg and lost a lot of blood, but the doctor said he’ll live.”

A sinister smile stretches on Dominic’s face. “Bring him to me the moment he wakes up.”

Marcus walks to the chair beside me and sits. “We need to act fast and find Elio before he makes another move,” he says, his gaze flickering between each of us. “We can't afford to let him gain any more ground and we can’t lose any more money.”

Dante peers at me. “Are you here to help or are you going to run away like a little boy?”

I glare at him. “I’m here because my brother wants me here.”

He holds his hand up in defense. “No offense, man. You choose to run away whenever shit’s up. You can’t blame me for thinking you’ll run away again.”

I grit my teeth. “Fuck you, Dante.”

“Enough!” Dominic slams his hand on his desk. “No one’s running away and no one’s getting fucked, do you understand?”

Dante and I glower at each other, then we both nod.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask Dominic. I hate the mafia and the bloodshed, but running away is not an option. Not when my entire family is in danger. I’d give anything to keep them safe, my life included.

“Don’t do anything for now,” he replies. “Just stay safe and don’t trust a damn soul until all of this is over.”

I know he’s referring to Isabella when he tells me not to trust a soul. I’m not an idiot to tattle mafia business to her, and I consider Isabella too innocent for a world like ours. That is one of the reasons I’m concerned about her debt to Elio. She may think all he wants from her is money, but I know men like him enough to know he won’t let her off easy when she’s paid back the money her brother stole.

Elio is a fucking sadist, one that likes to play with his prey before he shreds them limb from limb.

It doesn’t help that the woman is so damn stubborn and doesn’t want my help. My lungs tighten and heat travels up my spine. I haven’t seen her in a few days and I miss her. I need to see her tonight.

“Are you fucking listening?” Marcus asks, his voice drawing me back to the present. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“Not your business.” I stare at Dominic who’s looking at me as if he wants to crack my head open so he can read my thoughts. “Did you call me here just to tell me I should be careful?”

“Were you expecting something else?” He narrows his eyes on me, his jaw clenching. “That’s all it will be until I hear from you that you’re ready to become part of Cosa Nostra.”

I’m ready, but I feel insulted he thinks I’m of little to no help to him. I don’t tell him that though. Instead, I rise from my chair. “If that’s the case, then I’m out of here.”

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