Page 81 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
“It’s not my fault you fucked up in there… or at least not all my fault. It takes two to tango, so they say.” I yank my shoes on.
“I’m not blaming you.” His phone rings from where it sits on a table outside the sauna. He glances at it and looks torn.
“Answer it. You and I have nothing more to discuss.” I brush past him to exit the basement.
“Fuck!”
I ignore his outburst and head upstairs. I strip in my room and get into the shower.
I scrub my body, wishing I could wash Marco away. My memories. My feelings. All of it.
As my hands slide over my belly, I’m reminded what started this latest fight.
I’ve always enjoyed adventure and excitement in my life, but I’ve also always thought I’d settle down someday and have a family.
For me, the biggest fear of being pregnant has less to do with an unplanned pregnancy and more to do with the father.
Marco’s head nearly exploded when he realized he didn’t use a condom.
This is not the way I want to have a child, but if it’s how it turns out, then so be it.
I’m smart and have resources.
I can work and raise a child without Marco.
As I exit my shower, I hear my phone ringing. I quickly wrap a towel around me and hurry to the phone sitting on the bedside table.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Monti.”
Oh, great. Just what I need. “Agent Blackwood.”
“I’m following up. I understand your worries. Don Calabresi is a dangerous man.”
All it takes to bring Marco down is the threat of marriage and a baby, I think.
“Your current arrangement makes this an ideal time to gather intel.”
“You certainly seem to know a lot already,” I say, trying to remember whether I’d mentioned I’d be at Marco’s house. I don’t believe I did.
Why would I?
It suggests that Agent Blackwood already has someone on the inside, or at the very least, someone watching the house.
“It’s my job. But I can do it better and faster, with less danger to you and your family, if you’ll help.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, glancing at the door to make sure Marco isn’t there.
The last thing I need is my “guardian” to catch me talking to the Feds.
“What are you looking for, specifically?” Why not sus out what Agent Blackwood knows and what he’s hoping to find?
“You’re a lawyer, Ms. Monti. You know I need evidence that will lead to a conviction. Any crime will do. Racketeering. Murder. Tax evasion. Take your pick.”
“And my father remains safe? Immune from prosecution?”
“Of course.”
