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Which means there is only one option left. “I’m pregnant, but it isn’t yours. I hooked up with a guy right before I had to run. He’s the father.”

Eric considers me for a moment before he pulls the test out of his back pocket. “Ready?”

“I already told you, I’m pregnant. I don’t need to take another test.”

“I want to see how many weeks along you are.”

I sigh out a breath. The tests are roughly accurate, but since I can tell him I had sex a couple of days before I went on the run, it still won’t prove the baby is his. Though it’ll make it harder to convince him I am certain who the father is.

“Fine. I’ll take it.” Once he has seen the results, he’ll have to return to his work for thela familia, and I’ll figure out a way to disappear.

Being chased by the Bratva and my former hook-up, the Bruno syndicate’s enforcer. Great plan, Mia.

Letting my frustration drive me, I rip the pregnancy test out of Eric’s hand, having half a mind to break it in half. As if sensingmy subconscious desire to act up, Eric shakes his head, which would have been much less convincing if he weren’t still twirling that damn knife.

The little bathroom is what you might call functional. Whoever owned the apartment complex had obviously chosen the cheapest options for everything. Not that a pregnancy test required a particularly fancy toilet for the pee to come out just right.

I turn around and look at Eric expectantly.

“What?” he asks

“I need you to back up so I can close the door.”

“Door stays open.”

“For fuck’s sake. Do you think I’m hiding false pregnancy tests in here after I already told you I’m pregnant?”

Eric shrugs. “Door stays open.”

I could kick him in the knee with a roundhouse kick, push him, and slam the door in his face. Unfortunately, the doors here aren’t exactly made of quality material and I have a feeling this wouldn’t be the first door Eric has kicked in, so instead, I walk over to the toilet, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my workout pants.

Slowly, I bend at the hips, leaning forward as I inch the pants down as seductively as I can manage while pissed and scared. That I am scared for my baby only adds to the being pissed part, which is probably why I’m making bad life choices. Like teasing the man who already knocked me up and who loves to play with knives.

Unfortunately, sense evades me as I drop my pants all the way to my ankles, my spine hollowed to give Eric a perfect view of the thong that is doing the bare minimum of covering my ass.

When Eric groans behind me, I almost stumble. Only years of balance exercises keep me from toppling over. He is so damnself-composed all the time. I didn’t think it was possible for him to actually have an involuntary reaction to anything.

Let alone my ass.

Which he already tapped.

My confidence wavers a bit when I have to pull down my thong and actually sit on the toilet. Peeing in front of a guy? Yeah, that’s a new one. And definitely won’t go down as a kink of mine.

I try to ignore Eric, but that’s nearly impossible. He just isn’t a guy whom you can ignore. When I peek up at him through my lashes, he is staring at me and my stomach lurches.

“Here,” he holds out the pregnancy test I had put next to the sink. It’s unwrapped now. I’d never even heard the packaging, too preoccupied with wiggling my ass at him.

I take it and break eye contact as I let go of the hold on my bladder and hold the stick into the stream of pee. Last time, I peed in a cup, but this time I don’t bother for accuracy’s sake. I already know what it will say.

Knocked up by the Mafioso.

The real question is, what will he do with the result?

Chapter Six

Eric

The test is positive. It should feel like a boulder crashing into me. Like some sort of fucking earthquake, because my life as it was has just been shattered.

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