Page 95 of The Bonventi Hitman
There is a moment of silence as Agent Greens stares at me.
"You have to understand the bigger operational picture here. It's the fucking mob we're talking about," Agent Greens says.
"Did you know?" I ask firmly, looking directly into his eyes.
"Yes. It was a calculated risk we had to take. Maybe they wouldn't have?—"
"You knew Bill was compromised, you knew they were going rogue with the hit, and you still sent us in? Me in?"
Agent Greens doesn't budge, doesn't move a muscle, but Agent Harris shows shame, spreading his hands in a placating gesture.
Rage and betrayal surge through me. "You used me! You lied to me!"
"We need you to be professional," Agent Greens says coldly. "You're our best chance at taking down these crime families."
"I can't fucking believe this," I blurt out.
My breath starts coming in shaky gasps. My mind is trapped between the treachery of my once-called mentor and the ruthlessness of my current employers. I've never felt more alone.
I have nothing. Even Gabriel would destroy me if he found out who I really am.
I can't breathe. Can't think. "I need air," I gasp, fleeing the room.
Outside, I run down an alley and hide behind a trash can. I bend over and throw up. It's all just too much. I knew I was out of my league, and so did everyone else around me. I was just a pawn.
After a few moments, I make my way back toward the car. I pass a small drugstore and stop.
I need to check.
I walk inside and buy what I need without so much as saying a word to the cashier, an older woman who just gives me a smile.
I walk to the back bathroom and enter a stall.
The next five minutes are a blur, and before I know it, I look down at the stick in my hand and almost fall over.
Fuck.
I’m pregnant.
ANNA - 35
Iexit the drugstore in a daze.
At least I know why I've been so sick lately.
I walk aimlessly and end up at Lurie Garden. I take in the flowers while I hear others talking and laughing. I find a small, secluded bench and take a seat.
It's quiet, save for a few birds calling to one another. I take out the pregnancy test and hold it in my hands. I look down at it again, hoping it would change, but it hasn't.
The day I find out both my mentor and the FBI lied and betrayed me is the day I also find out I'm carrying Gabriel's child.
The funny thing in all this is that not once did I ever think about protection when I was with Gabriel. The way he made me feel, the things he did—it was as if my mind was full, and I couldn't take in anything else.
Now's the time to decide—am I Anna or Sofia?
As I sit here, no matter what I think about, my mind keeps drifting back to Gabriel.
I think about the night I first met him. While most would say he basically kidnapped me, I think he was saving me. And during it all, there was something about him that drew me in—his fierce protectiveness, his intensity.
