Page 76 of Giovanni the Savage

“I—”

We pause for the other one to talk. I chuckle lightly because we decided to talk at the same time.

“You first,” I say.

“No, you go first,” he counters, walking towards me.

I wince because now that I have the floor, I realize I don’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry about how things ended,” I begin after taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I lied to you and used you, but I want you to know that it was never my intention. I was just a desperate person who wanted to live a normal life and save her brother’s life. I’m sorry my actions put you in harm’s way. If I could turn back the hands of the clock, I swear I wouldn’t do it.”

During my little speech, he had moved from the door and is now sitting beside me on the bed.

His silence makes me feel more nervous. I pat my hands together to kill the nerves. He untangles my fingers and holds my hands.

“I understand why you did what you did, Luna.”

“You do?”

Shock colors my tone. He didn’t want to see me just a month ago, and his understanding feels too easy to be true.

“I do,” he assures me, caressing my fingers. “I spoke to the fucker, and I feel like a monster for pushing you away when you needed me most. I was just acting out of impulse, and I shouldn’t have let you go.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“It wasn’t, but I should have acted differently. You’ve been a source of light to my life even before I knew your name. I should have known pushing you away would only drench my world in darkness.” He smiles. “I miss you, Luna.”

I sniffle as he moves closer.

“I’m sorry. I was doing all that for my brother and yet to no avail.”

“Your brother is safe.”

I blink. “What?”

He cradles my face in his hands and stares deeply into my eyes.

“Lucas, your brother. My men were able to save him from the mob. He’s safe, baby.”

My eyes well with unshed tears. “Oh my God.”

Without thinking, I reach out and pull him into a tight hug, and my damn hormones start acting up.

I suddenly feel bile rising to my throat, and I jerk away from him and run to the bathroom, leaving him confused.

I bend over the toilet and empty my stomach content until I’m empty and my throat hurts. I rinse my mouth and walk back to the room to find Giovanni staring at a pregnancy test kit.

I freeze in the doorway and watch his head tilt up, his glazed eyes lock with mine.

“You’re …”

I nod at his unasked question, and he sighs.

“With mine?” he asks, and I detect a hint of fear in his tone.

I haven’t been with any other person since we ended things.

“Yeah, three weeks,” I reply.

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