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“Doctor, is everything is all right? Does the baby look okay?”

“They’re fine.”

“Great. Wait,they?”

“You’re having twins.”

Hannah slaps a hand over her mouth. When the doctor leaves the room, she paces. “Holy shit. Knocked up by the mafia boss with twins!”

I can’t move. Doctors really should prepare you better for news like this. I felt nervous and anxious before. I’m downright terrified now.

“I guess we have a lot to celebrate when we go out tonight.” Hannah closes the privacy curtain so I can get dressed.

The last thing I want is to go out. But staying home with my dad or lying alone in my bedroom is the breeding ground for my dark thoughts and depression.

My tears fall more rapidly. This news makes me feel even worse that Balor isn’t here. Sniffing, I call his cell.

“Hello?” A female voice answers his phone.

My heart jumps into my throat. But I’ve been down this road before. With Jillian. With his sister. He’s surrounded by women. Why someone’s answering his phone, though, stumps me.

Unless it’s because it’s me and he doesn’t want to talk to me all of a sudden?

“Who’s this?” I struggle to recognize any one of his brothers’ wives’ voices.

“It’s Petra. Who the fuck is this, and why are you calling Balor?” The vitriolic voice sends a numbing sensation through my body.

“This is Ella. Petra? Who the hell are you, and why do you have Balor’s phone?”

“Because he’s in my shower. Look, I refuse to share him with another whore again.”

In her shower. This has got to be some kind of...

“I’ll be right there, Bale,” she purrs. “That man loves anal sex in the shower. I have to go. Bitch, don’t call him again.”

The call drops and so does my phone.

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE

Ella

Every call to Balor the rest of the day Saturday goes to voicemail but it doesn’t allow me to leave a message. Every text fails like I’ve been blocked.

Hannah and Val circle me as I sit on the floor in my bedroom crying.

“Where’s your dad?” Hannah asks.

“I got a text that he’s meeting with someone about a new job.” I hold up my phone. “That’s how I know my phone is working.”

“We’re still going out, right?” Hanna asks. “I got us into the VIP section of the club. You deserve a night out after all this.”

Ishouldget an Uber and start pounding on O’Rourke doors, but that’s how women get labeled psycho.

“There has to be an explanation.” Val rubs my back.

“A woman answered his phone. Balor is never without his phone,” I mutter.

“Did you hear him in the background?” she asks, while Hanna shakes her head.

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