Page 45 of Ruthless Secrets
This is not how this was supposed to go. I had planned on Marco being pissed, that was a given. I didn’t exactly try very hard to find him, but that was for good reason.
After finding out that Adam was cheating on me, my ability to trust had been shattered, and I was so terrified that Marco was going to turn out to be yet another guy on the long list of people in my life that I can’t trust that I decided not to go looking for him.
I had a baby to think about, and I was determined to put her first.
I was also assuming that Marco wouldn’t want to be involved with Zoe. He left without leaving any information about himself or a way to contact him. He also doesn’t exactly seem like the family-man type, so I was prepared to give him an out.
But it seems I was wrong about that too.
Marco pulls onto the freeway. “Let’s forget the fact that you didn’t try to find me when you found out you were pregnant. What I want to know is why you didn’t tellme the moment you realized you would be working for me?”
“Does it even matter?” I look out of the window and watch the bright headlights of oncoming cars speed past.
“Yes.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Marco.”
“There must be a reason.”
I chew on my lower lip as I pick at my cuticles. “You want the truth?”
“Always.”
I take a deep breath and keep my eyes forward. I don’t want to see Marco’s expression when I admit to him the reason I kept his daughter a secret.
“I was terrified of your reaction. I had heard stories about you, about your family…”
Marco is silent for a moment, but still I don’t look at him.
“You thought I would hurt you?”
There’s no denying the hurt in his voice, but he asked for the truth.
“I don’t even know you. Just like I don't know if I can trust that you can protect us.”
My eyes flick to the steering wheel, which Marco is gripping so tightly his knuckles are turning white.
“How do I know this isn’t some game for you to try to take Zoe from me? Are we even really in danger?"
Marco doesn’t get a chance to reply.
One moment, the car is deathly silent and the next, gunshots echo around us.
I’m too terrified to even scream.
Marco’s hand pushes my head to my knees. “Get down!”
The back window explodes.
I cover my head with my arms to try and shield myself as glass flies everywhere, embedding itself into my skin, but that’s the least of my worries.
“Fuck,” Marco grunts as the car swerves.
More gunshots fire and horns blare as Marco puts his foot to the floor to try and lose whoever is attacking us.
The gunfire is so loud. They must be gaining on us. Whoever “they” are.
Marco must know we can’t outrace a bullet, so what is his plan here? Because if we don’t get away soon, I’m going to die without ever getting the chance to hold my baby again.
