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A binding that I don’t want, and yet, can’t seem to cut.
"Just… stay close.”
She presses her hand to my chest. Can she feel my heart rate jump?
"I'm not going anywhere, Marco."
God help me, I want that to be true.
22
GABRIELLA
It’s unsettling to think there might be a target on my back, but that’s not what has me pacing my bedroom floor this morning.
In fact, in the three days since my meeting with Blackwood, I’ve barely thought about it, even knowing someone in the Vitale family saw me.
No, my worry is about something very different.
I check the calendar on my phone for the umpteenth time.
I count the days.
No matter how many times I recalculate, the answer remains the same…
I'm late.
I might be pregnant with Marco Calabresi's child.
I'm facing the very scenario that sent him into a panic in the sauna. The one thing he's made abundantly clear he never wants.
I sink onto the edge of the bed, pressing my fingers against my temples. What if I am pregnant?
Marco's reaction in the sauna plays on repeat in my mind.
His horror, his immediate rejection of the possibility.
The man who blatantly breaks the law and kills without hesitation was terrified by the mere thought of fatherhood.
I have no choice but to take a test, but I can't exactly waltz into a pharmacy myself.
I can hardly walk through the house without a guard shadowing me.
There’s no way I could go out without an army.
Think, Gabriella. Who can I ask to help me that won’t gossip?
Elena is the first who comes to mind.
She’d understand the need for discretion, right?
After all, she navigated an unplanned pregnancy. She’d know how to help.
I grab my phone and dial Elena’s number.
“Gabriella,” she says brightly.
"Elena, I need a favor," I say, cutting to the chase.
