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Brody's green eyes glow with guilt. "Sorry. Get to a doctor. You're losing a lot of blood."

"Fuck you," I grit through my teeth, but in all reality, he might have just saved my life. Going back to Jacopo without Brody's body won't be good.

They run off.

I limp through the gray zone, dizzy and full of shooting pain. When I get closer to the territory, I shout, "Zinc!"

Jacopo's guard rushes over to me. "Shit! What the fuck happened? Tiny!" He glances over me with his gun pulled.

Tiny, who's actually the biggest guy I've ever seen, appears through the darkness.

Zinc takes his shirt off and ties it around my thigh. He orders Tiny, "Get him to Jacopo's."

Tiny and Zinc drag me through the docks, but at some point, everything turns as black as night.

12

Chanel

The Next Week

"Go on ahead.I'll be there in a moment," Massimo orders the guys on the plane. They leave, and he points at the seat. "Sit down, Chanel."

My stomach flutters with nerves. I obey and blurt out, "Did I do something wrong?"

He shakes his head. "Nope. Just wanted to have a talk with you."

"Oh, okay. About what?" I inquire, still unsure if I'm in trouble or not. Massimo never asks me to stay on the plane after he lands. He usually leaves as quickly as possible and is on to whatever his next endeavor is. I clench my hands in my lap and wait for him to speak.

"I hired a temporary flight attendant for when you're on maternity leave."

A new set of nerves fill me. I'm still worried that I might end up losing my job.

What if she does a better job than I do?

I try not to let it show and state, "That's good."

As if he can read my thoughts, he demands, "Stop worrying."

"Sorry. It's just that I've never been off work before. I really value my position with you," I add.

Amusement fills his face. "That's good to hear, especially since I appreciate what you do for me. But you'll have to get used to not working for a little bit."

I bite my bottom lip and stare at the ceiling. Any thought of being off work and caring for a baby scares me. I have no idea what I'm doing.

He asks, "Have you thought about what you'll do once the baby comes?"

"Such as...?"

"Who will watch the baby while you're in the air? I mean, you can bring the baby for maybe a few months. But eventually, you'll need to figure something out," he asserts.

Surprised, I question, "I can bring the baby on the plane?"

He shrugs. "Sure. Don't they just sleep the first few months?"

I nervously laugh. "I'm not sure. I mean, I'm reading that one book."

He arches his eyebrows. "What book?"

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