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Come on. Pick up, please.

Then it stops.

“What?” My father snaps into the speaker, thinking it’s my mother who’s calling.

“Dad,” How I hate calling him that. “I have to talk to you.”

I plead softly, hoping that he’s going to catch the bait.

“Now is not a good time, Malory.” His tone is clipped, but judging by the background noise, he’s still in the car. That’s good.

“I know, but please hear me out.” I beg, terrified that he’ll hang up on me.

It’s now or never.

“I’m pregnant.” I blurt out.

“You’re what!” He yells so loudly I have to pull the phone away from my ear.

“I need the father of my child. Please, if I ever meant anything to you, don’t kill the dad of my little girl.” I vomit the words, knowing that giving my baby the female gender might convince him. As sick as that is.

“You can’t be serious…” He starts shouting again, but when Nestore gives me the thumbs up, I end the call midway through, letting out a deep sigh.

Either that just bought us more time or got Tyson killed that much faster.

Leaving my bound mother as she is, we run out of the house, piling into the SUVs without a second glance at the dead guards. Left where they’ve fallen with blood pooling beneath them.

I don’t feel an ounce of remorse. I don’t care about anything else than being back in Tyson’s arms.

Revving the engine, Nestore types the location into the navigation system. It looks like an old warehouse on the outskirts of San Francisco about a twenty-minutes away.

“Are you really pregnant?” Raffaele who’s sitting with me in the back, one arm casually thrown over the seats scans me from head to toe, zeroing in on my flat stomach.

“Nope. I panicked.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Malory

The city passes around us in a blur.

My death-grip on the seat in front of me tightening as we drive down the highway almost triple the speed limit, seamlessly winding through the traffic.

If this does kill us all, then I don’t know what will.

Since Nestore cut the drive in half, it’s not even ten minutes later that we pull up in what looks like an abandoned industrial area.

A truly fitting place for torturing someone in peace.

Throughout this whole ordeal, Rafe has been acting completely laid back, amused by my mortified expression.

I’m glad one of us is enjoying this.

“Get ready.” Nestore commands, rounding a warehouse that would appear on the verge of collapsing if it weren’t for the armored vehicles parked up front.

Evidently, my father isn’t trying to hide his tracks. Not expecting anything to go wrong at this point, not expecting me to fight back.

We’ll have the surprise factor on our side since they obviously aren’t anticipating company any time soon.

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