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A knock sounded on my door.
“Come in.” I knew it was Mom without even asking. She usually came into my room before bed, to stroke my hair and share a short conversation with me. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched my mother walk inside, wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. Her makeup was gone, but she was still a beautiful woman. I was lucky to look a lot like her.
“I just wanted to see if you were alright.” She took the seat beside me, her slender frame barely making the mattress dip. “I know that was hard to listen to…”
“No, I’m not alright,” I snapped. “I can’t believe that asshole did that to her.”
“I know.” She bowed her head and breathed a deep sigh.
“It’s one thing to keep her as a prisoner for god knows how long, but then to do that? To take away a woman’s happiness like that? That guy should we be dead. We should rip off his dick and feed it to a dog or something.”
“I agree,” she said. “But I think the best thing we can do is let it go. I know that’s easier said than done, but if we don’t move on, it’ll keep haunting Mia. I say we forget about it and count our blessings.”
“Yeah…” I still thought we should murder him.
“He’ll get his in the end. They all do.”
I just wished I could do the honors. “She’s my sister…”
“I know.” She patted my hand. “But with the medical advancements we have today, they should be able to make it work. I’m sure they’ll have many beautiful and healthy children.”
“Yeah, I hope so.”
“We should admire Mia for everything she’d been through. She’s struggled so much, but she’s still got that fire. She’s still strong. The worst thing we can do is look at her like she’s a victim, not when she’s a survivor.”
I nodded in agreement. “You’re right. It’s just hard for me to let it go.”
“I know…” She pulled her hand away. “This is a happy time for all of us. Let’s not let that demon spoil it.”
“Alright, Mama.”
She cupped the back of my head and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’m so glad to have you here. I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“I feel like I haven’t seen you much lately.” She didn’t give me a look of accusation, just sadness.
“I’ve just been busy with work.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll make more trips out there to see you. We can do some shopping for Luca.”
My mother never passed up a chance to shop, and a new grandson was the perfect excuse. “Good idea.”
“Love you, Carmen.”
“Love you too.” I watched my mom walk out and shut the door.
I got into bed and waited a few minutes before I grabbed my phone and texted Bosco. I just got into bed. I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to talk right now, not after that family revelation. But I’m going to sleep. I’m pretty tired.
Instead of leaving me alone, Bosco video called me. I listened to it ring and almost didn’t answer. I turned on my side and propped the phone against a pillow so it would stand up without my having to hold it. When I took the call, his face, shoulders, and chest were visible on the screen. He was sitting up in bed, shirtless and just as sexy as when I left him. “I told you to call me when you went to sleep.” His aggressive nature was back in full force, enraged by my disobedience.
The sheets were pulled to my waist, and my hair was in a ponytail. My face was free of makeup, so I didn’t look my best. I wasn’t naked like he was, or better yet, wearing one of his shirts. “It’s been a long day.”
He studied me for a long time, reading the sadness in my gaze, even through a screen. “What’s wrong, Beautiful?”
I wanted to brush it off and say it was nothing, but when I looked at those mesmerizing eyes, I didn’t want to pretend I was okay. With him, I wanted to be completely real, not to hold anything back. He’d become my confidant, someone I could share all my secrets with. “My new sister-in-law can’t have children. The reason why she can’t is…she was taken as a prisoner by some psychopath. He raped and tortured her, and instead of using regular birth control, he decided to tie her tubes so she couldn’t have kids.”
Bosco kept the exact same expression, despite the terrible news I’d just relayed to him.
“It just…” I took a deep breath to still my rage. “It makes me so angry. It makes me so… There are no words. It just breaks my heart, and I’m having a hard time accepting it. My mother told me to let it go and count our blessings as a family…but it’s hard. He should be killed for what did.”
