Page 106 of Trapped

Pregnant. She was pregnant.

She must’ve taken another test. When? Why did she take a test without telling me? She was keeping secrets. Was the pregnancy only one of them?

Delilah walked in, her face pale. Her gaze flicked to the pregnancy test in my hand.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

She flinched. “I just found out.”

“Jesus, enough with the lying. I found it in the trash.” I slammed it onto the counter.

She picked it up, her expression impassive. “I was going to tell you.”

“Your lies are getting more desperate, principessa.”

“I’m not lying!”

“You’ve been keeping things from me. First your father, now this. I thought we were past this shit.”

Delilah’s fierce gaze stabbed into me. “I had to ask him something.”

“Like for his help getting away from me?”

“It wasn’t about you.”

Sure, I believe that.

I sneered, cornering her against the counter. I reached into my jacket and pulled out the box. My thumb popped it open, andI grabbed the ring. Then I took her wrist and slid it onto her finger.

“We’re getting married in a month.”

She bared her teeth. “That’s not a proposal.”

“We are having a baby. We need to get married.”

She took off the ring and put it on the counter. “First of all, no, we don’t. And secondly, I don’t want to get married while our families are at each other’s throats.”

“It’s the best right thing to do.”

“For who?”

“The baby,” I fumed. “You’ll wear my ring, walk down the aisle, eat some cake, and smile for the photographers. And then, when it’s all over, you can go back to lying with every breath.”

“You’re being an unreasonable prick!”

“You think I’m bad now? Just wait until our kid is born.”

She paled. “I took the test today. I was going to tell you, I swear.”

“That’s convenient.”

Her eyes misted over, probably upset I’d caught her in a lie. It took a lot to make her shed tears. I’d only seen her this upset the time she came into Afterlife. She’d bypassed the line of peasants and demanded a private audience. I took her into a different room, and as soon as the door closed, she fell apart. So many people approached me with a sob story, lying their asses off, that I was prepared to just dismiss her outright.

Delilah hadn’t lied about her story, but she had withheld information. She pretended to be into me and used her body to get what she wanted. And it worked every fucking time. I belonged to her. I thought that meant we were good together.

Maybe I was wrong.

A fat tear rolled down her flawless cheek. “Santino, I’m not trying to leave you.”

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