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When I woke this morning to find Shaw gone, I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, nor will I say I wasn’t disappointed.
We might have had good sex. Great sex even, but I will not lie to myself by saying I expect us to live happily ever after.
I stole him from another woman, for Christ’s sake. Even though he told me he never cheated, it’s obvious he loves her. Something I’m standing in the way of. A wave of sickness rushes through me at the thought of him with her right now.
“Emi. What the fuck are you doing?” I turn toward my brother’s deep voice as he scans me up and down.
“Rearranging my clothes. I unpacked this morning.”
His eyes search my face in confusion. “You have housekeeping for that. You’re pregnant, Emi.”
I let out a huff. “I’m pregnant, Luca, not injured. Besides, I want to unpack my own clothes.”
“Where’s your husband?”
“Shaw?” I ask, shocked he’s even here in the first place, let alone wanting to speak to Shaw. If he knows he left me here, he’d be pissed. “He popped out.”
His dark eyes scrutinize my face. “Where?”
“I’m not sure, Luca. I’m not his keeper.” I grind my teeth in frustration.
He stares at me a moment longer as I stand from the floor. He takes his phone out and presses a number as I watch on. “I want a location on Shaw. Now,” he barks into the phone before turning on his heel and walking out of my bedroom.
I glance over toward my nightstand at my phone, wondering if I should contact him and give him a heads-up, but then I realize I don’t even have his number.
I don’t have my own husband’s phone number. I shake my head at the ridiculousness.
I follow Luca and smile when I see my brother, Maxim, at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, beautiful.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Are you missing me yet?” I pull back and smile up at him.
“I’m missing your baking, if that counts?” His eyes light up in glee.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve helped out dozens of nannies, cooks, and housekeepers in the kitchen. My family and staff have been the only ones to sample the results though.
“Maxim. Get in here,” my brother bellows from my new dining room.
Maxim sighs but grins down at me and nods toward the open door, encouraging me along also.
I have a fantastic relationship with Maxim. While Luca has always been cold and collected, Maxim has always worn his heart on his sleeve. Luca said it makes him weak and vulnerable, but I beg to differ. It doesn’t make him any less of a man; at least he’s approachable, unlike my brother.
“I want their fucking heads on a platter, and I mean a literal platter. There’s no fucking reason shipments should go missing. We’re not the O’Connell’s, they lose their damn shipments every fucking week. I refuse to accept any excuse. Wipe the fucking warehouse out, for all I care.” Luca pauses as though listening to whoever is on the other end of the call. “Fine, then get me new men.” He throws his phone across the table, causing it to spin toward us.
When his eyes meet mine, they’re so dark I can no longer make out his pupils. “I don’t have time for games, Emi. When I come around, I expect your husband here.” He stabs his finger down on the table as though he expects Shaw to magically appear.
I clench my teeth together. “We didn’t know you were coming, Luca.”
“I have places to fucking be.” He bangs his fist on the table, making it and me jump.
I rub a hand over my belly. “What did you want?” Luca’s eyes follow the movement and soften at my action.
A knock on the door interrupts us, and one of the guards pokes his head inside. “Sir, Mr. Grant is arriving shortly.”
“About fucking time,” he snipes back, causing me to take a deep breath for whatever is about to come.
TEN
SHAW
