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“I’m doing no such thing, and especially atyourwill.” I was resolute in that. I had no idea what I planned to do with this baby, but I wouldn’t leave it up to him. “I’m not some brainless twit you can push around. I can think—”
“You’re the one that acted like a brainless twit,” he pointed out, then raised his leg to dodge the knee I had coming for him.
“For the record, I was protected, but a month or so ago, I had fallen ill and required the use of antibiotics. If it is his, it had to have happened then.”
“I will send for a doctor who will handle the abortion discreetly,” he finally said before turning and leaving.
I was left open-mouthed as I watched him walk away as if he had control of my body. The anger roiling inside of me wouldn’t fade, and before I even realized it, I raced after him, then jumped on his back and started to choke him. Nazario nearly stumbled, but somehow managed to restrain me enough to not only free me from his back, but also to pin me against the wall. His hand was now on my throat and I was honestly scared he might decide to choke me so tightly this time that I would lose consciousness and never wake up.
“Enough!” he ordered, and all the fight inside left me.
Why did I cave to this man so utterly and completely every time? Even now when I should’ve been unleashing my fury on him, I was too busy staring at his lips and aching to feel them moving against mine.
“You can’t make me get rid of this child,” I told him.
He smirked. “We’ll have it tested when able, and if it is his, you will get rid of it, or else I will get rid of you both.”
Once more, I gaped when he released me from his hold and walked away. I slid down the wall and brought my knees to my chest once my ass hit the floor. Burying my head into them, I tried to muffle my screams and cries.
NAZARIO
I might’ve just gotten exactly what I had wanted from Viviana, but then again, I might’ve also gotten the last thing I wanted, too. I stormed down the hallway to what used to be my father’s study, and I slammed the door behind me. Once inside, I leaned heavily against the door and scrubbed my hands down my face. My heart was racing from the fighting between us, which was frankly just foreplay, and the news that kept echoing in my head. Viviana was pregnant and could very well be carrying my brother instead of my son. Or it could be my sister instead of my daughter.
“Cazzo!” I growled, then walked over to the desk and took a seat behind it.
I had no idea what I was going to do. I had wanted Viviana to get pregnant, and our constant fucking should’ve led to that, and it might have. Then again, it might not have mattered because she could’ve already been with child and just didn’t know it. Why did I keep getting into these clusterfucks of situations, and with this woman? While I had planned to take my father out, I had meant to have done it with more tact, and after I had gotten the rest of the bank accounts I needed.
She’d jumped ahead and impetuously decided to try to do it herself. She’d had Stefano by the balls when I got there, but he would’ve eventually gotten free and killed her. She was way too emotional, and when it came to murder, you had to be calm, cool, and collected. That was another reason my father had gotten away with everything he’d done for so long because he never allowed emotion to rule him.
I thought about her friend, and the fact that she had to talk to dead women just to have someone to converse with did occur to me. It was pitiful, but it wasn’t as if I was keeping her from anyone. She had no other friends from what I had been able to pull up on her. Granted, my information only contained her life in Italy. There was almost an entire decade unaccounted for, and one day I would figure out what she had been up to other than planning the demise of my father, and possibly me.
“She can gut you and not even need a blade,” my father’s voice echoed, and I sat up straight. There was no one around and his chuckle grated on my nerves. “Stop looking for me because you know where I am, figlio.”
I still scanned the office and saw nothing. “Go back to hell where you belong,” I mumbled under my breath. I was certainly losing my mind. This hadn’t been the first time he had haunted me, and it wouldn’t be the last either.
“You should know it’ll never be that easy. I might be in hell, but I’m also in your head and you’ll never break free of me.”
I raked a hand through my hair, then opened up the drawer and pulled out a metal flask. After chugging down a few mouthfuls of gin, I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. I wasn’t in the mood for some fucked up advice from Stefano after what I had just found out.
“It’s eating you alive already,” my father continued. “You know I wanted her to give me a child, and it looks like my Bellissima was good for something after all.”
“I’ll never allow your spawn to be brought into this world,” I swore vehemently. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Stefano chuckled, his voice echoing all around me. “It’s out of your hands, like almost everything else. It’s only a matter of time before a hothead like you runs this entire family into the ground. You’re defect—”
“Shut up,” I ground out, then stood up and started to pace back and forth.
He’d never shied away from telling me how worthless I was my entire life, and even in death, he still persisted. When I was younger, I worked so hard to try to make him proud, but after he’d taken the only two women I had ever cared about from me, I stopped trying to please him. From there, my thoughts had shifted to destruction instead of affection. I’d done what I needed to play the role of a dutiful son, but I had been planning his demise for a while. I had gotten a hold of almost all of his bank accounts and had been waiting for the remainder of them before taking him out as I took over the organization. While I had been working behind the scenes, I also took his mistress and would over and over again.
Viviana was everything I could’ve ever wanted in a woman, assuming I wanted to settle down with anyone. She was strong, passionate, and sexy as fuck. She was also cunning and determined. Right now, all of those things seemed more like flaws whereas they used to be assets. I think the worst one was my primal attraction to her. No woman ever set my pulse racing like her. I’d had more whores and mistresses of my own over the years, but they were all so compliant... so submissive.
“Not you, Viviana,” I said aloud. I was about to take a relieved breath when the voice I hated above all else entered my mind once more.
“You’ll never be able to love that child, even if you sired it.”
“Shut up,” I repeated, only to be met with more laughter.
“Even if she’s tested and it comes out in your favor, you’ll never be able to trust it. I know you, figlio. Your suspicious nature will always make you wonder, and it’ll eat you up inside. You’ll never bond with the child because my voice will always be in your—”
