Page 57 of Sweet Temptation

Hanna giggles slightly, covering her mouth. "Guest? All you are to Sam is pussy. Now get the hell out of my room," I growl.

Sabrina glares at me, slamming the door closed behind her as she stomps down the stairs. I hear her high-pitched voice as she screams at Sam, and I kinda feel bad for the guy, but he chooses to fuck her, so it's his problem.

Smiling, I pull Hanna to me as she rests her head against my chest. "You and this baby are the best thing that's ever happened to me," I whisper softly.

Hanna's face pales and I frown. What's going on in that pretty head of hers? "You loved Emily, too," she mumbles.

I didn't. It wasn’t love. "No. I never loved her. Not like this," I whisper into Hanna's hair.

She smiles up at me, wrapping her tiny arms around my neck. "Will you still come with me tomorrow? I don't know if I can face Harley and Georgina alone. I mean, I know that it will be complicated but, I need you there," she whispers.

I smile, pressing a kiss to her nose. "There's nowhere I'd rather be." Hanna's face turns pink as she rests her head back on my chest. I'm totally scared out of my bloody mind, but I would never allow her to do this alone.

She's a part of me now. Our baby is here with us. I'd rather get hit by a train than let her fly to New York alone, being pregnant. I turn my head toward Hanna as soft breaths leave her lips.

She has her eyes closed, her lips as slightly parted. She sleeps peacefully with her head on my chest. I couldn't think of a better girl to fall for than her. Hanna Sovrano has crashed through my life and left me in ultimate shock and forbidden wants.

Yet I wouldn't want it any other way. I love her so fucking much. This is how my life was meant to be, even if this is all fucked up. This woman is my entire world, and I will die to keep her and this baby safe.

THIRTY-TWO

Waking up the next morning to catch a plane. Me? Pregnant and exhausted. Not a chance. I'm not looking forward to this trip. More so because Damon will be in outfit territory, and he will be in danger.

"Let me get that." Sam smiles as he takes my suitcase and shoves it into the trunk of Damon's car. Smiling, I turn around in search of Damon, but he's nowhere.

Turning around, I look around the area. "Don't eat out the entire time we're gone. Damien can make macaroni. Don't forget to tell the coach where I am. Remember that list." Damon's voice rings through the air as he walks out the front door to the condo.

"Got it." Ace smirks as he follows Damon out the door. But the moment he sees me, his eyes cloud with literal destruction—not that I blame him. Damon told me he's the making of a made man now.

My mind gets yanked out of its trance when I hear Sam's voice. "I know you're going to a funeral, but try to have some fun." Sam winked at us. Rolling my eyes, I wrap my arms around Sam, pulling him in for a hug.

"Come back in one piece, and take care of my munchkin." He smiles, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I'm surprised that it didn't cause bloodshed, but Damon must let it go this time around.

Damon's eyes narrow on Sam, his lip curled in the making of a snarl. "I will." I return the smile as Ace shoves his hands into his pockets and watches me. His eyes still scream murder when he watches me.

Damien's tall frame shows up in front of me and he grins. "Don't get my brother killed, Aussie." He smiles, wrapping his giant frame around me in a hug.

"I can handle Harley," I reply with a frown.

Damien yanks Sam by his shirt collar as he tries to climb into the trunk of the car. "Delgado, we have shit to do. You're staying here," he growls. I hear Sam's protests as Damien man handles him over to Ace.

My eyes lock with Ace's as he still stands watching me with dark hooded eyes, his hands shoved into his pockets. Nobody really knows his story. Well, I don't, and I'm not sure if the others do.

Nobody knows anything about his past because he won't talk. He gives me a nod before he grabs Sam by his shirt and drags his ass back inside the condo.

He doesn't like me and hasn't since he was told every secret, and I'm sure he thinks I'm destroying Damon's life by being in it. He doesn't give me a second glance, let alone acknowledge my existence. "Come on, baby. We have a plane to catch," Damon calls as he slides into the driver's seat.

I take a second glance, my eyes back on the condo quickly. My eyes catch Ace's as he watches us from the window. He gives me the creeps, if I'm being honest. He's going to be scary with a gun strapped to his hip.

"Hanna!" Damon calls, blaring the horn.

I avert my eyes before climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door behind me. "Does he not like me?" I voice my concern to Damon as he pulls the car out of the driveway, heading toward the airport.

His eyes flash toward me. "Who?" he asks, raising a brow as he turns around a corner.

"Ace," I mutter, casting a glance out the window.

Damon turns to me and watches me closely before he turns onto the highway. "Ace is complicated. Nothing against you. I don't know why, nobody does, but that would probably be the issue, that and the outfit. But I don't believe he dislikes you or hates you," he replies as we drive down the highway.

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