Page 89 of Worth Risking It

Clearing my throat, I went on. “So, anyway, Dave and Jack have started seeing one another on the side. In a couple weeks, Dave is going to suggest they have a threesome.”

“With Congressman Alberts,” she sang, sliding her arm across my torso.

Once again, Amanda paled, her brain catching on to what we were getting at.

“And Jack and Alberts are not going to have a clue that Dave will have several hidden cameras around the room, videotaping the whole sordid evening.”

“Oh my god,” she rasped, sitting up again.

“Yep. I do believe those videos just might save your life, don’t you think?”

“If Ted finds out one of his sons is sleeping with a man, he’ll kill him!” she cried with a burst of excitement, scooting to the edge of the sofa.

“Exactly. Not to mention Alberts marriage and career being blown the fuck up,” I chuckled.

She bounded to her feet and began pacing, one hand toying with her short hair, the other in front of her face to chew her nails. “I’m going to get to go home. Oh my god, I’m going to get to see my kids again!”

“You’re going to get to save your daughter from an arranged marriage,” she grumbled, picking at a snag on my jeans.

She froze in front of the fireplace and twisted at the waist. “I still can’t keep this baby,” she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek.

My eyelids closed and I heaved a sigh, grateful she was the one who brought that up. Chastity rolled her cheek and gazed at my profile, tensing against my side.

“Yeah, we know.” I coughed and shifted my weight a little. “We stick to the original plan. You still had a miscarriage and a breakdown. You are still Melinda until the baby is born. I will still take him home as mine.”

“Yup. Once you’ve healed from birth, you return home, with a bodyguard, and a copy of your videos. You will then tell him you are home for good, whether or not you stay married or get a divorce is up to you, but twenty copies of those videos have been sent all across the globe.”

I held my free hand up and counted with my fingers. “Newspapers, news stations, other politicians, other mafia ties, all having a file with that raunchy little threesome with instructions to go public if anything ever happens to you.”

“Y’all will do this for me?” she wept, her chin quivering.

“Hell yes,” Chastity snapped. “Jack is such a dick. He went too far taking out Meyers. There was no need for that. He never would have exposed who the real father was. That’s bullshit.”

My heart beat faster, loving how devoted this woman was to me and my feelings.

Bit by bit, she turned around and sat on the hearth, tapping her fingers to her knees. Her focus darting back and forth between us, she flashed a half-smile.

“You guys are so much in love,” she breathed, startling us both.

I cleared my throat and gazed down at her still ogling me with a sad grin. Her palm slid over my cheek, her lips puckering to kiss my jaw. My heart skipped and adrenaline rushed through my veins, my gut coiling at something so simple.

“You look at her how Meyers used to look at me. You’re going to be a good father to my son.”

Taking a slow, jagged breath, I finally tore the stare between us to gaze at Amanda. “I’m going to do my best.”

“Would you…” She straightened her spine and pointed to her belly. “Like to feel him move? I think you should bond…with your son, Wyatt.”

My heart sank and Chastity gasped, bolting upright.

“Can we?”

Amanda rose and walked over, standing between us. Taking my wrist, she guided it to the upper left side of her stomach. Panic lacing my blood, I couldn’t help the tremble that rocked through my muscles. Grunting, I locked my jaw, forcing myself not to lose my shit.

After only a few seconds, there was a firm tap on my palm. Choking on a breath, I snatched it away, ice rolling through my veins.

“I wanna feel!”

Chastity touched the same area, held her breath, and then squealed, her expression glowing brightly. She leaned forward and kissed that spot, petting the belly.