Page 43 of Slayin Villain
He didn’t look at me, just moved to the dresser, yanking out a shirt.“Let me guess.Rome’s been sniffing around again.”
“No.”My voice cracked, and that got his attention.
His eyes found mine in the mirror.Cold.Guarded.“What is it then?”
I turned the test over in my hand, then tossed it onto the bed.
His gaze shifted to it.His chin stiffened.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah.”I folded my arms across my chest.“I’m pregnant.”
The silence was brutal.
He didn’t blink.Didn’t move.Just stared at that stick like it was a loaded gun pointed at his chest.
“I don’t know if it’s yours,” I added quickly, shame tightening my throat.“But it might be.”
He turned his back.
“You gonna say something?”I asked, my heart pounding.
He grabbed his cut from the hook and shrugged into it, slow and heavy like every movement was calculated to avoid me.
“I need to think,” he muttered.
“That’s it?”My voice shot up.“You need to think?”
He didn’t answer.
He just walked out the damn door.
I stared after him until my chest hurt, until my lungs screamed for air and my hands started shaking.
He didn’t slam the door.He didn’t even yell.
That made it worse.
A part of me had expected anger.A fight.Some kind of passion that told me he gave a damn.
But I got nothing.
A few hours later, back at my place, the knock came.Hard.Loud.Unapologetic.
I already knew who it was.
I opened the door, and Rome stormed in, shoving it closed behind him.
“You told him?”he barked.
I blinked.“Who told you?”
“Villain’s a loud asshole when he’s mad.Word got around.”He looked me over, eyes narrowed.“You really didn’t think he had a right to know?”
“I don’t know if it’s yours!”I shot back.
He laughed.Bitter.“That’s comforting.”
