Page 59 of Insidious Truths

“I-I don’t understand,” I stammered, my heart pounding.

“I fabricated the real results to match Damien’s DNA.” She rushed over to the nearest computer, gathering the pages from the printer. “I know exactly who these people are and how dangerous your situation is. Please, just trust me, I need you to—”

The door flew open then and as I looked back, I all but fucking fell to my knees thanks to the sweet nurse catching me.

“I expect you have the results, yes?” Damien asked as he stepped inside the room, slamming the door behind him.

This was it. The reason why she’d warned me.

She knew he was coming.

Which meant so did Lena and Smoke.

The nurse grabbed the papers and carefully slid them into my back pocket without Damien noticing.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked, eyeing me with this bullshit worried expression plastered on his face. “Why does she look so pale?”

“She’s dehydrated,” the kind nurse replied as she helped me up and led me to the exam bed. “She’s not getting enough fluids and electrolytes.”

“And why is that?” Damien asked with a venomous growl.

“I don’t know,” the nurse lashed back, sounding pissed. “Maybe you should ask her caretakers.”

Damien ground his teeth, looking displeased. “Understood. What is the verdict on the baby?”

“The baby is yours.” After adjusting me on the bed, she handed over the crumpled pages in her hand. Damien stared down at them, his eyes wide, glistening.

“It-it’s a girl,” he whispered.

“Yes. You’re having a healthy baby girl.”

“A daughter,” he whispered again. “I-I have a daughter.”

“Wrong, motherfucker,” I uncontrollably hissed. “She’s mine. I won’t let you near—”

My words were cast out of me as he slapped me hard across the face, making me cry out. Smoke stormed inside the room then, his chest heaving, and gun raised high, pointed at Damien.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking end you,” he threatened through a dangerous growl.

Damien glanced between me and Smoke, chuckling softly. “How sweet, Smoke. You fell for her.”

“I didNOT,” he fiercely admonished, which had all but shattered my heart. “It’s not her I care about. It’s the baby. If she dies, the baby dies, and that’s where you and I have problems, SIR.”

“Understood, Smoke,” Damien nodded respectfully. “You’re right. She doesn’t matter, but the baby does.”

Damien gushed out a contented high before pulling his phone out his back pocket. He pressed a few buttons before bringing it to his ear.

“Change of plans. It turns out the baby is mine after all. You know what to do. Let me know when it’s done.”

And then he hung up, facing me with a demonic grin on his face.

I stared down at the DNA results the nurse had given me a few minutes after we’d arrived back at Lena’s, my heart in my throat. Lena and Smoke were currently outside, in the middle of a brutal argument that I could distinctly hear even though I was sheltered on the top floor. They hadn’t stopped arguing over me and my unborn child since Damien left the clinic with the faux report. Rolling my eyes and tuning them out, my sight grazed over the bold words printed on the page.

Relief swept over me as I took in the99.9999%by Damien’s name and the sentence next to it verifying that he was NOT the father of my baby, but it wasn’t enough to fully mask all the painand fear still pounding through my tight, aching chest. Finn was the father. We were having a little girl.

Fuck.

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