Page 118 of SINS & Riley
Or my boobs.
I point a stern finger at his smug face. “You can’t say a word. Not until I tell Kennedy myself.”
He holds his fingers high in salute. “Scout’s honor.”
“You just did the Girl Scouts.”
“Sofia and Lily are both Scouts. As a bonafide girl dad, I’m honorary. ”
He pushes off the dresser, folding his arms as his voice goes steady, almost protective. “Your secret’s safe with me. But you’re going to need to tell Kennedy soon. Because those puppies—” he motions to my chest “—aren’t getting any smaller.”
Fuck. He’s right.
“Who’s the father?” His tone is casual. Too casual.
I narrow my eyes. “The father? Oh, yes. His name is none of your fucking business. That’s who the father is.”
“I’m serious, Riley.”
“So am I.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to crush a migraine. “Remember when I told you you’re part of this family now?” His gaze sharpens, hard as steel. “That doesn’t just come with privileges. It comes with risks. If you want my protection, I need to know who the father is. Even if he doesn’t know himself yet.”
My lips locks shut.
“You have to trust me.”
“I am so sick of men telling me that I have to trust them.” My voice slices like glass. “Read my lips: no.”
His jaw ticks. “If you don’t, you’re not just jeopardizing your life, but the life of your unborn child.” He shakes his head, a low grumble under the words. “That call you overheard? Just one of my many admirers. There are more factions gunning for the D’Angelos than I can count.”
“Really? And here I thought you could at least get to twenty. Fingers and toes and all.”
“Twenty-one if you count all my appendages.”
“Eww.”
His glare doesn’t crack. “I mean it. It’s either we kill them, or they kill us.”
“Stop trying to scare me.”
“I’m sorry, would you rather I break out into The Circle of Life number? Mafia edition? This isn't a fairytale. Give me a name.”
And damn it, I hate that he’s right. Between the reinforced walls and the small army stationed outside, I know he isn’t just being nosy.
The D’Angelos have enemies everywhere.
Almost as many as?—
Zver.
Shit.
Enzo said it himself. Either he kills Zver, or Zver kills him.
And here’s the worst part: I don’t know why, but I want to shield that psychotic Russian. I feel…
Protective.
