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“People saw us coming in here, Dom,” she reasons. “I don’t think it matters now who sees us leaving.”

“I just think it’ll be best if no one sees us coming out.” I check, and it’s clear, so I let her out of the room.

Before she can start down the stairs, though, I grab her arm and pull her back. “Gianna, we cannot do this again. There is a clear attraction between us, and this was amazing, but we can’t keep doing this. Your brother will kill me. He’s right. I’m no good for you or anyone like you.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She looks uncomfortable, so I release her and watch as she walks down the stairs and out of the club without looking back once.

Chapter Eight

Gianna

As I’m flagging down a cab, I remember that I didn’t get my underwear back from Dom. So now I’m going home in a cab with my bare ass on the seat. Delightful.

I’m not sure how I feel right now. The sex with Dom was unbelievable. He’s amazing at pleasing me, and our chemistry seems to be effortless.

But his remark as I was leaving stung. I didn’t think we would leave the club as a couple, but I also wasn’t sure that I wanted this to be a “one and done”, or make that “two and done”, kind of affair.

He’s taken the choice away from me completely, though.

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Nausea wakes me from a deep sleep a couple of weeks later.

I roll over and squint against the bright sunlight peeking into my room. God, I feel terrible this morning and I don’t know why.

I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, then slap a hand over my mouth as I realize I’m going to throw up. I race to the bathroom and just manage not to vomit all over the floor.

Leaning against the wall near the toilet, I close my eyes. I must be getting sick.

I’ve been so down since Dom told me he didn’t want to see me anymore that I haven’t done much of anything except go to a couple of my friend’s get-togethers.

I’ve always bowed out and gone home, turning down invitations to go out and party. I just don’t want to risk running into Dom again when my heart still feels so bruised.

It’s only six, but I’m feeling a little better, so I walk downstairs for coffee. William is already in the kitchen. I’m not sure my brother ever actually sleeps.

“You okay?” he asks. “You look awful.”

I shrug and pour my coffee. “Just woke up feeling sick,” I tell him. I sip at my coffee and make a face as nausea rolls over me again.

William shakes his head. “You just aren’t used to American illnesses yet. You’ve been away too long.”

I chuckle, and set down my coffee. Maybe I can drink it in a little bit when my stomach settles.

William tops up his mug, and walks by me. He pinches my cheek like he used to do when I was little.

“At least you know you’re not pregnant,” he says with a laugh before he leaves the room.

A bolt of shock races through me.

Pregnant.

No, I can’t be. I’m on birth control.

I wince as I remember forgetting to take it here and there during my first wild week at home. The week when I had sex with Dom multiple times. Without protection.

I feel my heart racing and I press my hand to my belly.

No. No, I can’t be pregnant with the baby of a mafia hitman. I cannot be that stupid.

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