Page 10 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“You know, that’s not sanitary.”
It’s probably not the smart thing to say right now, but I’d rather be snarky than let him see how scared I am. Besides, awkward humor can lighten the mood sometimes.
This isn’t one of those times.
Dario’s eyes narrow as he releases my arm. “Are you knocked up?”
His word choice is annoying, but it’s the disgust in his voice that makes my anger surge, suppressing my fear for a moment.
This isn’t the same man I met at the nightclub. That guy was charming, and I couldn’t wait to get in his bed.
Of course, any man can act the way they need to in order to get laid.
I have a feeling that I’m seeing the real Dario right now.
“It’s none of your business,” I snap. No way am I telling him that I’m pregnant with his baby. Not when he’s looking at me like I’m something he scraped off the bottom of his shoe.
“Answer the question,” he says through gritted teeth.
I look around at the mess in the kitchen, noting that the cabinets are all open and now empty. Even the dishwasher is open.
“Are you looking for something?” I ask, trying to change the subject. Maybe if I figure out what he wants, I can give it to him and he’ll leave. Before he notices the way my hands are trembling or hears my heart trying to hammer its way out of my chest.
Something dark flickers across his face, and I back up a step. I have the horrible feeling that many people have seen this exact expression on his face before meeting their untimely end.
“You know why I’m here,” he says. His glare seems to almost dare me to disagree.
I gape at him, my hands trembling. “I...I really don’t. And how did you find me?”
He lets out a bitter laugh, and it makes my blood run cold. “You certainly made it difficult. But I found you anyway.”
I frown. He says that like I was trying to avoid him. I never wanted to see the man again, but I didn’t expect him to come looking for me, so why would I bother making myself difficult to find?
Dario moves closer, and I back up until I’m pressed against the island. Leaning in close to my face, he places his hands on each side of my body, caging me in.
His scent—spicy and masculine—wraps around me, triggering memories of that night in Vegas that my brain should definitely not be replaying right now.
“Now, where is it?” he asks, his breath warm against my cheek.
I think about the knife block on the counter by the refrigerator and wonder if I can get to it, but I immediately know it’s impossible.
Even if I could somehow put some distance between us, he’s already proven to me that he’s much faster than I am. Besides, I’ve never used a weapon on a person in my life. Could I do it? Even in self-defense?
Maybe, especially if I think about it as defending my unborn baby. But I doubt that I’d be able to hurt him, even if I could bring myself to try. I’m willing to bet that Dario knows plenty of ways to disarm someone.
“Where is what?” I ask, hoping that I know the answer to his question. I’ll give him pretty much anything he wants if he will go away.
“Stop playing dumb. I know you stole the flash drive.”
What?
“I didn’t take a flash drive.”
Cursing under his breath, Dario pushes himself away from me and paces to the other side of the kitchen, kicking broken plates out of his way as he went.
“Fucking pregnant,” he mutters, pulling at his hair in frustration.
I barely hear his words since he’s clearly talking to himself, but his agitation is coming through loud and clear. I don’t know why he thinks I stole a flash drive from him, but I have to convince him that I didn’t.
