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“No!” I say out loud. “No. Go away,” I yell at the line.
It’s stupid, I know, but I can hardly claim to be myself right now.
The line is getting darker, and so is my mind.
I cover my eyes with my hand. I don’t want to see anymore. This can’t be happening. My shoulders slump and I sink to the floor.
Tears prick my eyes. I just sit there, staring at the two lines that just have changed my life forever.
My mind is blank. I’ve got nothing.
My body doesn’t have the same problem. A massive wave of nausea hits me again. I rush to open the toilet lid, heaving and retching. When there’s no more, I sit back and lean my head against the shower wall.
“Shit,” I say out loud.
My heart is aching. Being a single mum is my worst nightmare, but now I’m also on the run from my child’s father.
“Fuckkkkkk,” I yell into the tiny space, the sound echoing off the walls. “What am I going to do?”
Okay, it’s time to thoroughly freak out!
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
I’m carrying the heir to the De Marco crime empire.
Chapter Forty
Ella
Icallinsickfor work and hide the rest of the day in my cabin.
I’m sleeping a lot. It seems to be the perfect solution to forget my dilemma.
Wasn’t the swan dream meant to bring me good news? Some psychic she is!
Claudette leaves me be, probably sensing I need to come to terms with this news on my own.
I wake up the next morning feeling decisively weak. My head is pounding. I guess that could be tension, hormones, or both.
There’s a knock on the door, and I groan getting out of bed. I bet I know who that is.
“How are you this morning, darling?” Claudette greets me when I open the door.
“Pregnant,” I tell her, unimpressed.
Her face is sympathetic as she enters my shoebox and sits down on my bed.
“I take it you’re not excited about it?”
“How could I be? I’m going to America to start a new life. And now everything will be ten-thousand times more complicated. How can I work with a child in tow? I have no money as it is. I won’t be able to afford medical care. And what if something goes wrong? God, this is hopeless.” I bury my face in my hands. “What am I going to do?”
There’s also the fact that I’ll be much easier to find with a child. What if he looks like his father? None of my disguises will matter then.
God, I’m so screwed.
No wait, the screwing started weeks ago… first with Tiero taking away my pills, and then by knocking me up.
My life is fucked… fucked!
