Page 75 of Twisted Games of Revenge

“Yes.” I blush. “You boys are acting weird. I was beginning to think you all didn’t find me attractive anymore or some shit like that.”

A soft chuckle escapes his lips. “Red, that would never be the case, not even when your belly is so big and swollen that you can’t see your own feet anymore. I can promise you I will still think you’re sexy as fuck.”

My eyes meet his, and I blink back at him from under my fake lashes. “Can you promise me you will keep fucking me like that as well?”

He grins cheekily. “I will fuck you however you want me to.” He squeezes my nipple in his fingers, and I moan again. “I will never have enough of you.”

I reach up on my toes and kiss his lips then shut off the water. Poor Maddox is probably standing at the door with blue balls. He wraps a fluffy towel around me, and I go to sneak out of the bathroom.

“Harley, I’ll see what I can do about the other thing. You might be right, Catherine might be able to find something for us to give you a little insight.”

“Thank you.” I offer him a half smile, knowing he will be discreet enough to protect his sister and her girlfriend, but clever enough to get me what I need. If anyone can, it will be him. I tiptoe out into the hallway, needing to get back to my bedroom to find some clothes that aren’t soaking wet. No sign of Maddox. When I open my bedroom door, I hear my shower running and can’t help but laugh. He must have gotten sick of waiting for the boys’ shower. I open the door and find his chiseled body all soaped up and looking mighty fine.

He gives me a little nod of acknowledgment then motions for me to join him.

A silly smirk paints my face, and I shrug. Why the hell not. My towel drops to the floor, and I climb into the shower with him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in close, my sensitive nipples pebbling and poking into his chest.

I reach for his monster cock, sliding my hand up and down his length. “Fuck, you look hot today, temptress.”

Chapter 32

Of course, all fourof them are right here in the room with me while the obstetrician friend of Ricky’s runs a dating ultrasound. My blood tests from a few days ago to confirm I am in fact pregnant have come back, and now we need to know how far along I am.

The boys’ protection has gone into overdrive, with another two men standing guard on the door, making me feel even more uncomfortable than I already am with my full bladder. The room is packed with oversized men, uncomfortably so, but I couldn’t let any of them miss this important moment.

I stare at the screen in front of me in absolute disbelief. I’ve had a couple of days to come to terms with the fact I’m pregnant but seeing it on the screen like this makes it feel so real. A little jellybean growing inside of me.

“Looks like you’re about seven weeks along, which explains why the morning sickness really kicked in for you this week.” The sonographer’s voice is gentle, and her smile radiates kindness as she speaks.

I nod, not sure what else to do. Seven weeks. That means in just over seven months’ time I will have a baby. I will be a mom. My heart races, and I smile at the screen, a flutter of happiness taking over. This is really happening. For the first time in so long I have something positive to look forward to.

“Would the father like a copy of the printed image?” she asks, and I snap my attention back to her.

“I’m sure he would,” I mumble, the words catching in my throat, unsure what else to say. And the boys aren’t helping me out either, staying quiet. But maybe they’re trapped in their own thoughts. As exciting as this moment is, I know it’s not easy for us all. Especially with the baggage we all carry around. And who knows what Ricky has told her about our situation. It definitely wouldn’t be normal to have four dudes in the room for an ultrasound.

After she finishes up, she gives me a cloth to clean myself up and get rid of the sticky gel she squirted all over my belly. And the five of them leave the room quietly under her instruction to give me a minute. I’m surprised Alex listens, but he looks to be in a daze.

Alone I sit in the room in silence for a second before I find my clothes and pull them back on. For a split second, I allow myself to dream about the future, one where I get everything I wanted. My boys, a family, a home together. Where none of us are running from our pasts. But in reality, I know it’s just a dream. The weight of my recent actions feels like relentless waves crashing over me, threatening to drown me in guilt and regret at any moment. Each wave is a fresh memory, each crash a surge of self-reproach.

I’m a fucking awful person.

I’ve become just like Enzo and Valentina, so hellbent on revenge I can’t see straight, my moral compass shattered into tiny pieces. I assisted in killing two men. Two awful men, whofor years have done dreadful things, but they had families, people who cared about them. My skin starts to crawl, and I rub my hands over it, wishing I could scrub away this feeling. This hopelessness. Knowing it doesn’t matter what I do, there will always be another person popping up who wants to be just like Enzo, and somehow, now I have to protect my baby.

I grip hold of the bed, trying not to pass out as my head spins, the look in Alessandro’s eyes when he found out I was pregnant haunting me. He’s right. I can’t keep this witch hunt up. There is something more important than revenge now: the life I’m creating.

My breathing shallow, I try to suck in full breaths, feeling the room spinning around me.

The door abruptly opens. “Temptress?” Maddox moves toward me, pulling me into him quickly, cradling me tightly. His arms feel like my life support. “I knew something was wrong.”

I lean into him, my fingers tangling in his shirt, needing his comfort. Tears roll down my cheeks now, and I can’t get my words out through my panicked breaths. “I can’t… do this.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He strokes my back, his hands warm against my skin, holding me close as I tremble uncontrollably.

He takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. I snuggle into him, letting his scent embrace me.

“You can do this. We will all help you, you’re not alone,” he tries to assure me.

But he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “Not the baby,” I finally get out. “I can’t fight anymore.” Sobs wrack my body, everything I have been through building up on me. I feel out of control and scared in a whole new way. “I could when it was just me, but I have to protect the baby now. I can’t keep this up.”

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