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"I… I mean. I can’t be pregnant."
"You are."
"Who told you?" I firm my lips. "The doctor?"
He nods.
So that’s why she had stepped out of the room to talk to him? To alert him first? Why hadn’t she told me? This is what I get for trusting someone who is one of them… Clearly, they owe their loyalties only to each other, and I am not one of the Mafia. No wonder, she had pretended to be my confidant, only to betray me. It wasn’t even the fact that she had mentioned it to him first. Why hadn’t she shared it with me when she had found out? Because then she knew, I would never have allowed myself to be caught by him. No bloody way. I begin to struggle, but his grasp tightens about me.
I wince, "You’re hurting me."
He eases his hold just a fraction, but keeps me plastered to his chest.
"Is that why you came after me? Because I am carrying your heir?"
"I came after you because you are mine."
And this child…would also be his. Shit, this is what I had been afraid of. That if I became pregnant, I’d never be able to leave him. That he’d become even more possessive, and stake his claim on me even more firmly.
Oh, hell. "Let me go," I say in a harsh whisper, and he shakes his head.
"You know I can’t, especially not now that—"
"That I am carrying your precious child."
"Your child too."
No kidding. My stomach ties itself up in knots. The band around my chest tightens. "I… I don’t want this child," I lie.
"Too bad, you don’t have a choice."
I stare up at what I can see of his face. "Fuck you," I snap and he chuckles.
"I’d love to, but we may have to exercise caution until you are stronger."
"Nothing is wrong with me."
"Other than your being pregnant with my child, that is."
His child. His wife. What about me? What about what I want? I dig my fingers into the front of his shirt, "I can’t do this."
"Yes, you can."
"I don’t want to do this."
"Yes, you do."
"Are you hearing anything I am saying?"
"You’re afraid," he murmurs. "It’s normal."
"I am not afraid, you prick."
"Is that any way to speak to the father of your child?"
Oh, my god!I am pregnant with his child. Our child. Oh god, oh god. My stomach seems to coil in on itself. "I think I am going to be sick again."
He glances down at me as we reach the entrance to the hospital. He shoulders his way inside, then makes a beeline past the reception down the corridor. He shoves open the door, races to a bathroom stall and deposits me on my feet. I sink to my knees, and for the second time in twelve hours, I puke my guts out in front of him.
