Page 79 of Do It For Me
With Dante, everything felt natural. His skin on mine. His touch. Him filling every inch of me, without barriers.
We were one.
We were perfect.
We were a lie.
“Lana Noskov.”
My stomach twists.
I’m alone, of course. Stefan wouldn’t have come with me. My mum wouldn’t either—my father doesn’t leave her side now.
I have no one.
Dante would’ve come with me. He would’ve done anything for—
No. He would’ve done anything to get between my legs.
I try not to think about it, but it gets harder every day. I want to believe he’s missing me, planning to come for me, to save me… but he doesn’t reply to my messages. Stefan has been talking about him—andwithhim.
I eavesdropped the other day. It made me sick.
My hope is hanging by a thread, and I can’t keep holding on.
The doctor asks a few questions, scribbling notes as I answer. When she asks about my last period, she frowns. I insist it’s nothing, but she knows me better than I know myself.
“I’ll do an ultrasound,” she says. “I need to make sure it’s not something else.”
I shrug and lie flat on the gurney, staring at the ceiling as she spreads cold gel on my belly. All I can hope is that he didn’t infect me with something. Maybe if he did, it would end the torture he’s been putting me through these past months.
The nightmares stopped because I started living the worst one. I ended up with the same life my mum has.
That’s what I get for believing I deserved happiness.
I thought I could escape, that I would be free. It was all fake. An illusion. Dante took me out of the cage, but with a leash around my neck.
A frenetic beating fills the room. Blood drains from my face.
“What’s that?” I whisper.
“Your baby’s heartbeat, Lana.”
I look at the screen. There’s a little spot that shouldn’t be there.
“You’re almost four months.”
I got married almost four months ago.
This can’t be happening.
I thought it would take time to get pregnant. I thought Stefan had hurt me so much that he couldn’t put a baby in me.
The doctor hands me a photo. My eyes fill with tears as she explains something I can’t hear.
What am I supposed to do?
Why couldn’t Dante kill Stefan and take me with him? If I’d been kidnapped, I wouldn’t have cared. Nothing would matter if I still believed the lie. Not even if he were a bloody trafficker. I would’ve swallowed his manipulations. I would’ve believed anything.
