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I always took a sassy tone with him, not only because it turned him on but because it was the only mechanism I had. If I accepted this life as my fate, it would break me completely and I’d not allow either of the Vaccaro men to ever achieve that feat. I’d die before ever letting that happen.
“Your friend?” he asked as he looked around.
“Yes,” I retorted. “You know, the one that you and your father killed in New York City.”
“My fath—” he started to correct me, but I shook my head.
“You were there and helped dispose of her like some common piece of trash. You could’ve tried to get her help, but you didn’t. Now you dare to stand here and intrude on all I have left of her.”
He shook his head. “I’m not arguing with you tonight, Viviana.”
I didn’t want to do that either, but my temper sometimes overpowered my will as it was doing now. “Good. So get the hell out.”
“I only came up here to tell you to get ready.”
“Ready? For what?” He hadn’t mentioned anything before about plans for us this evening, and after what I had just found out, I sure as hell didn’t plan on going anywhere.
“We’re going to the club tonight, and I expect you to play your part as the doting fiancée. I—”
“I don’t want to,” I interrupted, and he growled.
Within seconds, he was toe-to-toe with me. His cologne made me dizzy, and combined with the confirmation that I was pregnant, it was a bad combination. He tipped my chin up with his hand. “Get ready, Viviana. This isn’t up for discussion.”
“But I don’t feel good,” I told him, and I could tell he was analyzing my face for any hint of dishonesty. I gulped lightly, but I didn’t cower. Never would I to a Vaccaro.
“You look perfectly fine to me,” he concluded.
I closed my eyes for a moment, knowing now was the best time to tell him what I had just found out. I had hoped to have more time to plan out my words, but I would have to just tell him and get it over and done with.
“I’ve been sick the last week or two. I’ve been dizzy, and—”
Recognition dawned on his face, and I couldn’t tell from his blank expression whether he was happy about the possibility or not until he asked me point-blank. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re pregnant?”
I closed my eyes to confirm what I still couldn’t verbally say out loud. We stood there silent and still for a few seconds before his growled curse had my eyes flying back open.
“When did you find out?”
“J-just this morning,” I answered truthfully. “I haven’t had a cycle in more than a month and I’ve been feeling ill each morning when I wake up, so I—”
“More than a month?” he asked. “Are you saying you could actually be pregnant with my father’s child?”
His voice had raised a few octaves, and I shuddered. The sharply clipped tone told me exactly how he felt about me being pregnant with his child. I could now see exactly how upset the idea of having his brother was making him. I went to touch him in reassurance that everything would be fine, even though I had no idea how I could promise that. He shrank away from me and walked to the door. Before he could walk out on me, he stopped. Tense seconds passed by and I swore I could hear them tick away in my head. He then punched the wall beside the frame, and I flinched. This was going swimmingly.
Finally, he turned, and his disgust came through in the way he now looked at me. “Did you not use protection with him?”
I squared my shoulders. “I had to pretend to be in love with him, so of course not. I couldn’t dictate to him what he was going to do any more than I can dictate those terms to you.”
Nazario raked a hand through his hair. “You hated him, yet you were still willing to risk a pregnancy? How could you be so fucking stupid, Viviana? I’m not so sure you wanted to kill him after all.”
I ignored the throbbing in my skull and closed the distance between us in just a few steps. I didn’t give a damn who he was as I grabbed him by the shirt. “I’ve never wanted to kill anyone more than him.”
I was vehement in that, and I was quite frankly appalled he would even suggest otherwise. My entire life had ceased to exist the moment Stefano had killed Donna. Everything I had done in the last decade, as well as the things I would likely still do in the future, had been because of Stefano.
Nazario smirked. “You were trying to trap him like you’re trying to do to me.”
“What?” I didn’t even think about my actions first. The anger took over and I slapped him swiftly across the cheek. I refused to even shake the stinging out of my palm afterward.
“You fucking heard me,” he told me, then grabbed my hand so I couldn’t slap him again. “You’re getting rid of the kid.”
