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“Why would I hate you? I was the one who helped Laila pull it out of you.”

My mouth dropped open. “You … you guys pulled my IUD out?”

To be honest, I honestly didn’t care about when. My body grew warmer by the second.They talked about this? Did they want me to get pregnant? Did they want to put a baby inside my stomach?

With any other couple, I would’ve been freaking the fuck out. This was wrong. Dark. Fucked the hell up! But this was Constantino and Laila—mob boss and his wife, who did far worse than reproductive coercion.

If I had gotten pregnant without wanting it, I knew that Constantino would pay for an abortion.Maybe. But I had been trying to get pregnant without their knowledge too. We were both in the fucking wrong. That didn’t make it any better or any more legal, but still …

They want me pregnant.

“You were trying to get yourself pregnant with my baby?” He shifted in the bath and tugged me closer, his hand slipping between my legs. “God, you’re a bad fucking girl, Sage.” He brushed his lips against mine. “A bad, bad girl who’s going to take every last drop of my cum until Laila comes to her senses.”

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I paced aroundthe penthouse with my mind all over the place. I hadn’t slept at all last night, turning and twisting in the bed, waiting for Constantino to come back to me so I could apologize for hesitating.

Sure, I’d spent my nights without him while he was at work, but this had been different. When he left me last night, he looked so heartbroken and hurt that I had paused for even a moment. I would always choose him, but he hadn’t believed me.

My stomach twisted, and I glanced at the front door. Waiting.

Not for him, but for Bethany. I had asked her to come over to talk, but really …

My gaze drifted to my gun that sat on the counter, the early morning sunlight glimmering against the metal handle. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do it. I’d never killed anyone in my entire life. I had never everthoughtabout it.

What can I do? Shoot her? Torture her?

I wanted to hurl at the thought.

If Constantino wanted her dead, he could’ve killed her yesterday. What had stopped him? Why make his wife—who didn’t like to killanything—do it? He hadn’t liked that I’d hesitated, but I didn’t like it when he forced me to make decisions like this.

And while the FBI is on our asses?!

Blowing out a breath, I forced myself to stop pacing and walked to the kitchen island. I slid onto one of the stools and opened up my laptop. I needed to keep my mind off of this. There was nothing to think about, nothing to decide.

If it would get Constantino to stay with me, I would do it. I would have to. But I didn’t know if I could do it now orwhenI would actually be able to muster up enough courage to pull a trigger and end someone’s life.

I pulled up a couple of tabs and sent emails, finalizing the venue and the plans for our charity event. That had to be at the forefront of my mind because it gave me a goal. Sage and Constantino would be back in my life before the event.

Once I finished that, I glanced at the digital clock in our kitchen and strummed my fingers against the marble countertop. I opened a new tab and stared at the blinking line, my stomach in knots. Bethany should be here by now.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do, how I could pass the time. My mind was reeling, racing. All I could think about was Bethany’s dead body sitting in the middle of the living room. I didn’t know how I would get rid of it.IfI could get rid of it.

What would our friends think? Would they hate me? Think I betrayed them? If I were them, I sure as hell would think that I was next. I wouldn’t want to be my friend. I ran my hand through my hair until it became greasy.

Fuck. Where was she?

My gaze drifted to the gun on the table again, my stomach twisting.

A knock echoed through the penthouse. I leaped up from my seat, hand resting over my heart. She was here. Bethany was here, like I had asked her to come. And now … I would have to kill her.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I closed my laptop and reached for the gun on the counter. My hands lingered on the handle for a moment, feeling the smooth metal underneath it. I held it in the air, my hand trembling.

I didn’t want to do this.

I really did not want to do this.

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