Page 66 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

Finally, he nods, pulls me closer, and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to leave a burner phone with you. If you feel worse, or you need anything, you call me, okay?”

He holds my gaze until I say, “Okay.”

He insists on carrying me back into his room and covering me with the comforter on his bed. I listen to the shower, and his electric razor, and follow him with my eyes as he gets dressed, my body aching to touch him while my mind is desperately trying not to scream.

When he is ready, he crouches beside the bed and smooths my hair away from my face. “Can I get you something to eat before I go?”

I shake my head and pray that he doesn’t hear my stomach growling with hunger. Now that the nausea has passed, I could eat everything in his kitchen and still find room for gelato from Loopie and Nato’s.

“I’ll make toast later if I’m hungry.”

His gaze devours me like he can’t bear the thought of walking out of here and spending the day apart, while I wish that he would hurry up and leave before I crack and beg him to fuck me.

“Burner phone.” He pulls a cell from the nightstand drawer, unlocks it, and programs his number into the Contacts App. “Anything at all, call me. Even if it’s just to say hello.”

I smile. “I can save hello for when you get back.”

“Okay.” He shrugs. “Call me if your pussy is in need of some loving.”

My smile grows even wider. “Will you come straight back if it does?”

“I’ll move heaven and fucking earth to get back here if you tell me your pussy needs some loving.” He takes my hand and places it over the bulge in his pants. “I should go before I forget you need to sleep.”

He places one last kiss on my lips and then leaves me alone in his room with his robe around my shoulders and his burner phone on the nightstand.

I wait for the front door to close behind him before I get out of bed, shower and dress, mimicking his morning routine perfectly, grab the spare key he gave me the morning after I showed up at his door, and head outside.

I go straight to the nearest pharmacy, find a pregnancy test kit, pay for it at the register and go straight back to Finn’s apartment.

Locked inside his guest bathroom, I pee on the stick and wait two minutes even though the test claims to provide an accurate result within sixty seconds.

I don’t even bother to read the instructions; these things are so advanced now that I don’t even have to figure out what two red lines mean because the word PREGNANT is staring straight back at me like the test morphed into a Magic 8 ball.

I drop the plastic stick and sit back on the floor.

I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant with Finn’s child.

And this changes fucking everything.

18

FINN

I straddle my motorcycle in the parking lot and debate going back to the apartment and confronting Tamara.

I know she lied to me about wanting to sleep. I know she has no intention of getting a doctor to run some tests tomorrow. Same as I know she’s been sick every day since she came to stay with me.

I can even kind of understand why she would lie about it. She’s out of her comfort zone. She’s had the only life she has known since she was eight years old pulled out from under her, and she doesn’t trust me enough to let me in and share the burden of whatever is going on with her right now. I truly believe the only person she would share it with is Ivana, and her sister has been missing for as long as I’ve known Tamara.

But marching back up to my apartment and calling her out on lying to me isn’t the answer either. She’ll close up like a fucking oyster guarding its pearl, and I’ll destroy the progress I’ve made so far with gaining her trust.

Fuck! I punch the inside of my helmet with my fist before pulling it on and fastening the strap under my chin.

She came to me when she had nowhere else to go and knowing that she feels safe with me makes my chest swell with pride, affection, love… all of the above. I understand her reasons for keeping her emotions locked away, and I have no desire to break down those walls. Her life, her terms. But this is different. All I want to do is help her, and I can’t do that if she’s too scared to tell me what’s wrong.

I kickstart the engine and merge with the city traffic.