Page 46 of Psycho Saints

"Good, I want him to be around. He needs to wake up," I said as I got to my feet. "Tyrone, I need to tell you something."

He frowned as he stood before me, all tall and imposing in his suit. Tyrone, the big, bad mafia boss who'd just wiped out an entire mafia family essentially, dismantling them completely.

But also the man who was a part of my future now. And possibly the father of the life growing inside of me.

He watched me, waiting for me to continue as I sucked in a breath and jutted out my chin.

"I took a test, I'm pregnant," I said, bracing myself as I stared at him.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but the softness that touched his features as a smile spread across his face was more than welcome.

"Pregnant," he breathed as he closed the space between us, touching my stomach softly. "A little Silvestri."

His smile faltered as he glanced at Cristian, his brow furrowing.

"He knew. I told him right before…" I left my words trail off as Tyrone swallowed and nodded before focusing on me.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"You had a lot going on, wiping out the Russos, divvying up their assets, handling all that headache inducing stuff, along with Cristian…"

"You didn't want to mess with my head more," he said knowingly as he cupped my cheek. "I won't lie, it may have played on my mind. This is the best news I could hope for right now." He pressed his lips to my forehead, and I relaxed as he pulled me into his broad chest, holding me tight.

"I just want him to wake up, that's the news I want," I mumbled into his chest. "Despite everything he's done, I don't want to lose him. I…" I what? I cared about him? He'd declared his love for me, but was that something I felt in return? Not yet, but it could be growing. I had a fondness for him despite everything. Especially now.

"He will," Tyrone said firmly. "He's too stubborn to die on us, not when he could be a father."

I smiled and hugged him tight, hoping he was right.

"Have you had a check-up?" he rumbled, and I rolled my eyes. Of course he was stepping into protective mode. They were all the same.

"Yes, Julian was on top of that. He's been taking care of me really well actually, making sure I eat and drink, all that jazz."

"I was the last to know?" He arched a brow, and I smirked.

"Aw, big bad Tyrone pouting?" I joked, drawing a smile from him before it waned.

"I'm glad he knew. It could be what he's clinging to right now."

"I hope so." I turned in his arms, reaching out to take Cristian's hand in mine. He'd pull through. He had to.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt a slight pressure.

He'd squeezed my hand.

"Tyrone," I breathed, my heart racing. "He just-"

Before I could finish, a groan came from the bed. Cristian's eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first.

Tyrone was already moving, calling for a doctor as Cristian's gaze settled on me.

"The Russos better all be dead," Cristian croaked, his voice barely above a whisper, "because this hovering on death's door thing is getting tiresome at their hands."

A shocked laugh bubbled up from my chest as I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. When I pulled back, I saw a weak smile on his face.

"Good to see you, kitten," he murmured. "Were you worried about me?"

I scoffed at Cristian's question, trying to mask the relief flooding through me. "Of course not," I lied, but my facade crumbled as I cupped his face gently.

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