Page 16 of Bound by Their Christmas Baby

‘I won’t marry you,’ she said angrily, her blood simmering. ‘I can’t. It would never work.’

‘Believe me, the last thing I want is to legally bind myself to you—or your father, for that matter.’ His eyes glazed with determination. ‘But it is the only way this will work. These are my terms, tempesta.’

‘It makes no sense.’ The words were stoic when her chest was crushing under the weight of his demands.

He stared at her long and hard. ‘I told you, I want our son to have a family. That’s…very important to me.’ The words were spoken with an iron-like determination but, even without that, Abby found the concept dug deep into her chest. A family? What would that be like? It had been so long since her mother had died, she could barely remember a time when they’d been a collective. Her father had emotionally shut her out many long years before he’d finally cut their ties altogether.

Abby was alone in the world. Her beloved mother was dead, her father had slammed the door on her, and now Gabe was threatening to take Raf away. She couldn’t lose her son; she wouldn’t let her son los

e her either!

But, far from losing him, what if she could give him exactly what Gabe was offering? What if she could give Raf a real family?

‘A marriage born of hate cannot work,’ she said dubiously, her eyes flicking to his before skimming away.

He spoke softly, considering each word. ‘There is love too. I saw my son and loved him instantly. You are his mother. That means something to me, Abigail. No matter how I feel about you personally, I wish you no ill. I want to take care of you as well. Raf deserves that—to know that his father will protect his mother.’ Deep emotions rang through that last sentence, as though he’d dredged it up from deep within his soul.

She wanted to fight him. She wanted to tell him that what she most needed protection from was the power Gabe wielded over her, and the ease with which he could hurt her. She wanted to shout at him and rail against him but the last year had been long and draining for Abigail, and all the pluck she’d once held in her armoury had been dulled to the point of non-existence. Her fight had been washed away; sleeplessness and loneliness, abandonment and discord with her father had made her heart sore and heavy. She wanted to fight Gabe, she wanted to fight him so badly, but every day had been a battle and she found—in that moment—she had very little fight left.

What he offered was so tempting. She swept her eyes shut, desperately trying to rally some strength, some fight, some determination to keep him at a distance.

‘I don’t know how it would work.’

‘We don’t need to discuss semantics now.’

‘It’s not semantics!’ she insisted, reaching out a hand and wrapping her fingers around his wrist. ‘This is my life. Mine and Raf’s. You can’t expect me to just marry you.’

He expelled a sigh, a sound of impatience. ‘Why not?’

‘Seriously? Why not? I could give you a thousand reasons.’

‘I’m not interested in a thousand. Give me a single good one.’

His manner was imposing at the best of times but now, in this conversation, she could barely scrape her thoughts together.

She clutched at the first straw she found. ‘I hardly know you.’

‘How is that relevant?’ he said with a shake of his head.

‘You’re asking me to move to Italy and become your wife…’

‘I’m suggesting you choose the best-case scenario in this situation.’ He stared at her resolutely. ‘It is, of course, your decision.’

Her heart sank.

Her decision?

She was broke, alone, and hardly ever saw her tiny baby because of the hours she had to work just to get by. Everything she did was for Raf; wouldn’t she hurt her son by denying him all that Gabe could offer?

She was terrified of the way this man made her feel, but wasn’t motherhood about putting your child’s needs above your own? All she had to do, in order to make this decision, was ignore her own needs and wants and think of what was best for Raf.

Then the decision was a simple one.

She wanted Raf to have the best life in the world—she wanted to give that to him. She just had to dance with the devil…

Living with Gabe wouldn’t be a walk in the park, and nor would marriage to him. But for Raf? What wouldn’t she do? With a look of fierce strength and resolve, she nodded. ‘Fine. You win. We’ll come to Italy.’

‘You’ll marry me.’ It wasn’t a question, but he clearly wanted her to answer.

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