Page 19 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“There’s a dead man at my house right now. His DNA will be all over it. What do you mean you can’t touch him?”

“I mean I’d like to be alive to go home to my family tonight.”

“So he gets away with murder? You, the sheriff, are not going to do anything about it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

I feel sick again, and I’m getting to my feet to run to the bathroom when it subsides as quickly as it came. The terror still bubbles in my stomach, though. Why won’t Salvatore just leave me alone?

“Are you all right?” Dooley asks.

“I’m fine. Look, you can’t let him take me. He’s insane. He said he was going to force me to marry him. That’s not legal, right? Can’t you call someone?”

“Who am I going to call?”

“I don’t know. The FBI?”

“By the time they get here, the Valentinos would have burned down my house. I work for this community, Keira, but I’d rather not have to die for it.”

“So, I’m on my own?”

He shakes his head. “Not at all. Give me two minutes to make a call.”

“To who?”

“It’s better you don’t know at this stage.”

He disappears down a corridor. The dispatchers are looking at me like I’m radioactive.

I know what they’re thinking. I’m bringing danger to them that they don’t want.

They’d prefer for me to let Salvatore take me, marry me, force his ring on my finger.

I think about raising a child as his wife. Knowing he kills people without any moral qualms. Would our child become a monster like him?

I get to my feet and create a gap in the blinds, peeking out at him. He’s just sitting in his car, almost taunting me to attempt to steal it again.

He can’t drive it. I’ve got the keys.

At least I’m safe for now. I couldn’t think of anywhere to go except to the sheriff. I’ve known him all my life.

He lives right down the street from me. He found me when I was abandoned on the doorstep of that orphanage.

You’d think he’d want to do the right thing.

I look out at Salvatore. His eyes seize mine, and despite it all, I want to go out there, climb into his car, and let him take me away.

I hate how he makes me feel. I hatehim. And now I’ll forever be connected to him. There’ll be a child that bonds the two of us for the rest of our lives.

I still find it hard to believe I’m pregnant. I would never have taken a test if it wasn’t for Zoey suggesting it.

While I was on the phone with her, I had to run to the bathroom yet again. She asked about my nausea and told me it was the same way for her when she turned out to be pregnant.

I went to the drugstore and got a test.

Of course it was positive. Why not? Why not have fate throw some additional shit at me?

I think back to that night at Zoey’s wedding. Salvatore didn’t use protection, but he pulled out. That old chestnut.

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