Either way, I don’t want to give in to them.
Marco isn’t worth the effort if he’s the sort of man to abandon his child, let me pass the child off as someone else’s.
I have it all planned now.
I’ll talk to Luca when he gets home.
I won’t tell him about the baby, but I’ll tell him I need a break and want to go to Italy with him.
I give myself a few weeks there, going out and enjoying the Italian nightlife, and then “discover” I’m pregnant.
My family will be disappointed, but I believe they’ll support me like how Don Vitale supported Elena.
And if not, I have skills.
I can raise this child on my own if I need to.
Frank knocks at my office door, pulling me from my thoughts. "Don Monti is asking for you. I’m here to drive you to his office."
I nod, grateful for the distraction. "Let me get my coat and purse."
I gather my things and follow him down the hallway.
He opens the back passenger door with a tight smile. "Your father’s lucky to have you on his side, protecting him."
“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” I slide into the seat.
“It’s up and down.” He shuts the door and gets into the driver's seat.
We ride in silence until I realize that we’re heading away from my father’s office.
“I think you missed the turn,” I say.
"Your father isn't at the office." Frank's fingers flex then wrap around the steering wheel.
I frown. I swore he said my father was at the office. “So where are we going?”
“I’m surprised you don’t remember. You’re so dogged in protecting your father.”
I glance out the window, taking in the area.
Then it dawns on me.
We’re heading to a little-used warehouse of my father’s.
It’s the address I’d given Agent Blackwood at my meeting with him.
I check my watch, noting the date.
My heart stops.
Today is the date I gave Blackwood for the fake meeting.
How could I have forgotten?
My gaze whips to Frank as I try to make sense of this. Did my father forget this was a fake meeting and tell Frank about it?
Or… oh, God, could it be that Frank is the one working against my father and La Corona?