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“Nice talking to you. See you soon, yeah?” Tony must be the happiest guy I know. It’s a nice change of pace. Someone with his attitude is needed around here.

When Tony parks, I dip into my blazer pocket and hand him my card. “Come by tomorrow, but message me first. Either way, I’ll be seeing you soon, okay, Tony? And remember, do not tell a soul about tonight.”

He zips his mouth shut. “Tighter than a chastity belt, Mr. Milazzo.” He locks his mouth and throws away the key.

I chuckle under my breath at his choice of words. Gianni opens the door, and I step out, keeping a grip on Sophie.

“I’m going to clean her up and take her to bed. Her car is downtown. I’ll give you the location to get it.”

“You got it.”

Tony honks as he drives away, waving out the window.

“Who is that guy?”

“That’s Tony. He’ll be our official driver. You won’t have to do it anymore.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Sophie groans just as I step inside the house. Her eyes open and she suddenly slaps my chest, rolls out of my arms, and runs to her bedroom, slamming the door.

I hear a lock, too, along with the horrible retching of her throwing up.

“What the hell happened, Gianni? How did I get here?”

“You’ll have to talk to her about that.” He pats my shoulder. “Why don’t you get cleaned up? I’ll check on her and I will update you. Get some rest. Tomorrow, you guys can tackle this issue, okay?”

“I want footage of the bombing. I want to know everything.”

“Will do,” he says.

I take one last look at her bedroom door and walk away. I need to shower and go see my daughter. I miss her.

I highly doubt I’ll be able to sleep, knowing that tomorrow holds so many answers.

Chapter Twenty-One

Sophie

Matias has been traveling a lot over the last few weeks. Ever since my drunken night and getting arrested, we have avoided each other, or more accurately, I’ve avoided him. He came back home last night, after a five-day trip back to NYC to talk with Dovnic. He has messaged me every day, asking how I am, but the conversations are minimal and surface-level at best.

It’s me. I’m holding back.

And a part of it is because I’m staring a positive pregnancy test right now in my bathroom.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand as I stare at the bright pink lines. There is no question or doubt. There is no faint line. There’s no ‘maybe.’ I am pregnant. I knew I was when I missed the first day of my period. I’m always on time.

I pick up the test and stare at it, knowing I need to tell him. He deserves to know. He’ll be happy. This is what he wanted, isn’t it? He wanted to get me pregnant, and he got his wish. I place my hand against my stomach, wondering how this will change everything surrounding me.

I smile, letting the joy of something I thought I would never have settled inside me. I’m allowed to be happy. I’m allowed to panic too, but in the end, I do feel happiness.

Now, how do I tell him? The relationship hasn’t been great since the gala, and it’s been even worse since I was in jail. I know the charges were dropped against me, and the restraining order for Michael is active. He has a warrant out for his arrest after traffic cameras caught him in the act.

It’s a relief, but also terrifying. They can’t find him, and I know he’ll be back for me. Being pregnant only heightens the fear more. I can’t let anything happen to Matias’s child. It’s time to have whatever this is between us truly bloom into something special.

It’s my fault that it hasn’t yet. I’ve been keeping him at a distance. I’ve been trying to convince myself I’m not good enough when Matias has done nothing but prove to me the complete opposite.

I’m going to go tell him. Right now.

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