Page 36 of Banished and Pregnant by Her Sicilian Billionaire Husband

Vico’s evil, and he’s dead.

It’s all I can think of as I stare at his dead body on the floor, a pool of blood growing underneath it. I’m pretty sure I’m in shock because I can’t seem to stop staring while his words keep playing in my mind like a broken record.

If I have to kill Rica next.

He was the uncle my baby girl adored, and yet...

If I have to kill Rica next.

He said the words so, so easily that you just kinda knew he meant it.

If I have to kill Rica next.

It means nothing to him to take a child’s life, even if that same child loved him—

“Chisa, guardami!”

I feel like I’m waking up from a long dream as I find myself staring into Marcello’s dark eyes, which are frantic with worry. I realize he’s taken off my gag, he’s released me from my restraints, and now his gaze is roaming over me, scanning for injuries—

“I’m fine,” I manage to whisper.

“You’re bleeding,” he grates out.

I only realize it’s true when he touches the side of my head, and I wince at the contact. That must be where Vico hit me earlier, to knock me unconscious. “It’s fine, it’s just—”

“Camillo—” Marcello, however, is already talking to his brother. “My wife needs a doctor.”

I shake my head. “I don’t...” I stop speaking.

Wait.

Wait.

Rica.

And now it’s my turn to be frantic. “Rica—”

“She’s safe with Daniele,” Camillo says.

Oh, thank God.

Thank You.

Thank You.

I don’t even realize that relief has me swaying until I feel Marcello start to lift me in his arms—

“No!”

I cry out in panic, and Marcello stills, his face turning ashen. “Chisa—”

I look away because I can’t bear to look into his eyes while knowing...

“I’m s-sorry.”

I hate that I’m fighting back tears again.

“I think I just need—”