Page 5 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
Luca’s eyebrows pop up in surprise. “You think that’s likely? You met her in a nightclub.”
“And I dressed as a janitor for five days. When you have a job to do, nothing is outside the realm of possibility.”
Not even fucking me.
“If you say so,” Luca says, looking doubtful.
I don’t bother responding. I jerk my head toward the door, indicating that he should get to work finding this woman.
When he does, she better still have that flash drive. She’s going to pay either way for stealing from me, but if I find out that she’s working for my enemy, she’ll learn the hard way that no one crosses Dario Andretti.
I’ll find her. I’ll take back what’s mine. And if I have to end her life to get that point across, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
3
PAIGE
SIX WEEKS LATER
A sob clawsits way up my throat as I stand frozen in my bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test on the sink like it’s a loaded gun.
A small part of me wants to believe it’s wrong. A false positive, a manufacturing error, a cosmic joke, but the time for that particular brand of denial has long since passed.
I’ve suspected I might be pregnant for the past month. First, I missed my period. My cycle runs like clockwork, so that was a giant red flag waving wildly in my face.
I talked myself into believing it was a fluke. I’ve heard that stress can cause a woman to miss a period, and God knows I’ve had plenty of that over the past couple of months.
It started with learning that my boyfriend was a cheating scumbag. I invested two years of my life in that man, only to walk in on him balls deep in his secretary.
My dad always used to say that lawyers can’t be trusted. I thought it was his own criminal ties making him think that way, but now I’m wondering if he was right. I’ll never hand my heart to a lawyer again.
I wallowed in the pit of his betrayal for a couple of months until my best friend insisted I snap out of it. She’d even used some of her precious vacation time to take a few days off from her busy job as an ER nurse to whisk me away for some fun.
Vegas. That’s where she wanted to go, and I knew damn well that I should’ve said no.
Now, I’m pregnant with the devil’s baby. The Andrettis are ruthless criminals, the kind of mafia men that they make action movies about. Men that leave behind body bags, not broken hearts. Men that should be feared, not fucked.
I rub a hand down my tired face, frowning when my arm brushes against my breast. The tenderness in both breasts was my second clue that I might be carrying Dario’s baby. Now, I know it’s true.
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
I’ve barely wrapped my head around the fact that I slept with the man, struggling with the guilt I feel over it all. I didn’t know who he was when I let him pull that black dress up over my hips, but I still feel like I betrayed my father.
Now, I’m carrying a child that’s half Andretti. My father’s legacy is going to be tainted by that DNA.
More guilt courses through me at that thought, and my heart feels like it’s in a vise, squeezing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Placing my hands on my flat belly, I slowlylower myself until I’m sitting on the lid of the toilet seat. I close my eyes and try to focus on my breathing, which has become as erratic as my thoughts.
The last thing I need is to have a panic attack right now. I’m already not winning any awards for mother of the year. How in the hell could I think something so horrible about my own child?
Tainted?
No. It doesn’t matter who the father is. I’m going to love this baby. It’s going to bemychild.
“Hello?” Rosa’s voice calls out, and I quickly wipe away the tears that have trailed down my cheeks.
I almost forgot that I’d called her, asking her to come over to be with me while I did this. I couldn’t wait for her to arrive. I was too anxious.
Now, I think that might be a good thing. I had a few minutes to experience my reaction to the news without having to explain to her why I’m so unhappy about who the father is.
