Page 138 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“Andre!” Color leaches from her face.

I blink, snapping out of whatever had me paralyzed.

I lift Lila into my arms and carry her up the stairs to where Marco and the rest of the guys are cleaning up.

When Marco spots Lila, his shoulders sag. He looks behind me. “And Lorenzo?”

“Dead.”

Lila groans, and Marco’s attention instantly shifts.

“What’s wrong?” He rushes to my side, glancing anxiously at Lila.

“I need to get her to a hospital. Now.”

He glances down at my blood-soaked clothes and Lila’s half-naked body. “Take the Hummer. There’s some spare clothes in the back for both of you.” His eyes roam the room. “We still have some cleaning up to do around here. ”

“Your shoulder?—”

“It can wait. I’ve bandaged it well enough,” Marco assures me. “Lila is the priority here, Andre.”

I nod at my brother, silently conveying my thanks before I turn and start to hurry across the warehouse floor toward the entrance.

Lila’s whimpers make my chest ache as I look down at her pale face.

Her skin is clammy, and her eyes are screwed shut.

“Hold on, sweetheart. Just hang in there.”

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LILA

Pain wrecks through me as I cling to the passenger door handle.

Andre races along the highway. I glance at the speedometer and nearly choke as I realize he’s doing almost double the speed limit.

“Andre, slow down!” My heart races as he narrowly dodges a Prius.

“We need to get you to the hospital.”

“I need to be alive for that.”

He looks at me sideways for a split second before focusing on the road again.

My hand goes to my flat belly. “You can slow down, I think the cramping has stopped.” I still feel a few twinges, but nothing compared to the agony that was tearing through me up until five minutes ago.

He slows down a bit. “That might not be a good thing.”

“We’re going to be okay,” I state, not only to Andre, but to myself and the baby.

I take the opportunity to pull the gray sweatshirt Andre found in the truck over my head and get to work pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

“I’m not taking any chances.” He looks over to me.

I flinch at the pain in his eyes.

For losing me or his baby? I know he doesn’t love me, but I love him. And maybe he can learn to love me.

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