Page 73 of His Vicious Desire

Bianca

“I’m going to kill him.”I vent as soon as Kitty opens the door.

Sighing, she opens the door wide for me to come in.“What did he do now?”

“He said it was over.This time, he meant it.I fucking saw it in his eyes, he meant it.It would have to be something huge for him to change his mind.I’m so sick of this.There is a way around Sandro, and he knows it too.The man is three times smarter than I am.I refuse to believe Gaetano doesn’t see this as the way to do it and make it happen.Sometimes it feels like hewantsSandro to kill him as like, I don’t know, the debt he owes Sandro for betraying him.”

“Calm down.You got this, it sounds like you guys did it often enough for his you-know-what to do its thing.It really couldn’t have happened at a better time.So give him the space he thinks he wants.We have to wait for the pregnancy test for at least three weeks.Otherwise, you could have false readings.Once you know if you’re pregnant, then you can do your thing.Hint to Sandro a few times, you could be pregnant.”

“Then I tell Gaetano, and he says, let’s get married, and he tells Sandro.Sandro won’t be happy, but no one dies.”I repeat the plan I’ve come up with, with input from Kitty.

A knock at the door surprises me.Kitty, too.I peek from behind the blinds to find Bobby standing on the porch.Opening the door, I give him a smile.“What’s up, Bobby?”

“Bianca, honey, you have to go to the hotel.For your safety.”He says the words softly.

“What do you mean for my safety?”The words don’t compute.

“I’m not allowed to tell you?—”

“Bobby, I will find out what happened.If you don’t tell me, I don’t leave.”I dare him.

He sighs.Bobby knows me well.“Someone’s trying to kill your brother.There’s concern they’ll try to go after you to get to him.Until we know things are clear, you need to stay at the penthouse.”

I’m plunged into ice, everything in me freezes over.There was a threat to Sandro.Oh god.This isn’t happening.

“Bianca, your brother is going to be fine.Please come back to the hotel.”Bobby urges me.

I nod.“I need to grab my purse.”I motion into the house.He nods.

“What’s going on?”Kitty is staring Bobby down.

“I can’t talk about it, but something is…I gotta go.I’m sorry.”I check to ensure my keys are in my purse and pull them out.

“Call me.”

“I will, thanks.”

Bobby honks as he continues to drive out of the parking garage while I park.I don’t move once I turn my car off.All I can do is remember the funerals I attended in the week after Augusto came into Vegas and killed several of our men.Now someone is after Sandro.And I’m not supposed to know.I’m supposed to be a good little girl and not fight against being forced not to leave the hotel.

Running a hand over my stomach, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.Is it wrong to bring a child into this world of guns, drugs, and death?Allowing my head to fall to my steering wheel, I force a deep breath, then another.It’s too late.Because if I’m pregnant, I’m not leaving Gaetano.I’ll protect my children with everything I have, and I pray to god it’s enough.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Bianca

I can’t take it anymore.He’s here in the hotel every day, and yet he won’t come within a hundred feet of me.His eyes shutter when he sees me.I’m so damn tired of this.If he really wants me, then he needs to figure out if pushing me away is really going to be what he wants.

Exhaling slowly, I pull up the number I got six weeks ago from a guy who stopped in his tracks when he saw me going through the hotel.I’ve never called him and believed I never would.I warned him of it when he asked for my number.He said fine, but he would give me his number.If ever I called him, then he’d answer.

He answers.“Bianca, hey.I was beginning to think I wouldn’t hear from you after all.Which would have been tragic.A loss too immense for me to ever recover from.”

Rolling my eyes.“A tragedy.Oh my, now I’m all aflutter.Does that mean I could see you tonight?I really need to get out of the cage my brother has me in.Even if it’s only for a few hours.”

It’s been more than a week, and not a peep of a threat.No one gives a shit about me.I need to get out of the hotel before I go crazy.There are only so many hours I can swim and be by the pool.

“Well, uh.I don’t, I mean my friends and I are meeting up tonight.It’s kind of a standing hangout night.We get dinner, then hang out playing penny poker.Nothing crazy, but it’s not something I feel like I can step out.I can get a late-night dinner at eleven.How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.”Does he really think I’m so stupid as to not know I’m in side chick territory?He has a main chick he’s going to put to bed, then come out and play with me.Why were all men such pigs?

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