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“You left a note that said not to come after you until you figured out what to do with Sienna. You said you’re bringing Bria home and would return in a few weeks.”

I gaped at the information as a black SUV pulled in front of my car, cutting me off. The blue car at our back came closer at a speed that had me tightening my grip on the steering wheel.

“I didn’t leave that note,” I finally said.

I realized in an instant that the blue car wasn’t planning on passing me. I had enough time to look in the rearview and see Sienna dive atop Bria an instant before the collision.

As both of them flew, the sound of glass breaking and metal bending reverberated around us.

31

Sienna

The room where I awoke was familiar, and I immediately went to roll to my side and ease back into a restful sleep.

Pain shot through my entire body as I moved atop my left arm, and I shouted in surprise, jerking back. That motion, too, deepened a pounding headache that I couldn’t shake no matter how many times I blinked.

What the hell happened to me?

I tried pushing myself to sit upright as I looked around, cataloging every detail of the room around me. I’d spent a lot of time here as a young teenager, but I hadn’t come here for years—not since taking my first mission and staying at the main house between jobs. We avoided the safehouse, using it only for emergencies.

“What happened?” I muttered, trying and failing to sit up on the narrow couch.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to sit upright. I pushed my mind to tell me what had happened, but everything before now felt like a blur. I couldn’t remember where I’d been yesterday or last week, and as I tried to recall my last memory, everything slipped out of my grasp. Each memory felt oily to the touch. It felt like each was on the tip of my tongue, but when I reached, they dissipated.

“You’re awake. Good.”

I shot my attention to the other side of the room where my stepfather sat in silent stillness. Thank God. Maybe he could tell me what happened.

“What happened to me?” I asked, looking over my arms. The left one looked…wrong. Minor scratches marred the skin everywhere, but the left arm had been bent at an unnatural angle. Was it broken?

I continued cataloging my injuries, finding both legs scratched and marred, but as I flexed, nothing else felt broken. My entire body, despite the lack of severe injuries, was weak and tense. It felt like I’d fallen from a second-story window, but I couldn’t remember anything.

“You know what happened to you.”

I shook my head, wincing at the pain there. Why were my muscles soweak?

“I—I don’t remember anything,” I said, pressing a hand to my stomach. Nausea burned the back of my throat, and one pressing thought came to mind. One that made no sense. “Am I pregnant?”

“You hit your head,” Valentino said with a scoff.

I nodded. I knew I did, but when? How? Frustration clawed through me as none of the pieces to the puzzle were offered. If Valentino was here, he would have to know something.

“What’s the last thing you remember before going unconscious?” he asked.

I shook my head slowly. “I don’t remember,” I whispered. It felt like the whole sequence of my life had been disoriented. I knew that a lot of time had passed, but the last definitive thing I could remember was coming home from my last mission. “I came home after taking out that soldier who tried stealing from you, but I know there’s been a lot of time between now and then. I started watching Dante Guerra,” I paused, the name bringing something warm to my chest, but it didn’t feel like the anger I’d grown used to. “God, I don’t understand.”

“Why are you saying you’re pregnant?” he asked.

I was a virgin, but it shouldn’t be possible. There was no way it was possible. “I must have messed up my head when I hit it. I—I don’t know. I just have this overwhelming feeling…”

He was going to beat the hell out of me if I kept talking. I could see it in his eyes.

“I think you’re full of shit.”

“Why would I lie to you?” I asked seriously. “You’re the only one who can help me figure this shit out. You’re my stepdad.”

He made a noise of disagreement.

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