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“Of course,” I say, turning my attention to her.
She takes a deep breath before speaking. “I never thought I would admit to this, but I was afraid of sleeping here alone tonight,” she whispers.
I smile, and she slowly closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.
She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful and infuriating creature alive.
I make myself comfortable on the chair and grab a spare blanket from the cupboard.
As the night wears on, I sit there watching over her, listening to the rise and fall of her breathing.
It’s soothing, in a way, and I find myself dozing off, too, only to awake with a jerk here or there due to some screeching noise.
Each time I awake, I check on Emily, make sure she’s alright and go back to sleep.
I am sound asleep in the early hours of the next morning, and that noise echoes through the house.
It startles me awake, and I freeze for a moment before rushing to my feet.
My heart is pounding, and I make my way to the windows to check what caused such an abrupt awakening.
My eyes scan the landscape, and I can just make out two figures trying to climb up the pipe leading to this room.
They’re trying to break into Emily’s window!
Without thinking twice, I set the alert alarm, grab my gun from my discarded holster and rush downstairs.
As soon as they spot me, they turn and run away, but not before I get a good look at them.
Two young adults with hoods covering their faces - it is clear that these are no ordinary criminals.
In fact, from their attire, it almost seems like they wanted to get caught.
The Lucchese family crest was on their jackets at the back.
And they were here for revenge.
Chapter 31
EMILY
I wake up to the sound of my door banging shut. I hear shouting outside.
"There's been a breach," Felix tells someone.
My hand instinctively reaches under the adjacent pillow for the cold metal of the gun he's taught me to keep there to protect me.
I hold it up in my hand, every inch of me on fire with the instinct to survive, and I hold it towards the door.
I stay like that, till it hurts to hold my hands up, but I don't move from the target.
How can I when I've got a mother's instinct kicking in? I can't get hurt, for my baby would get hurt.
"Sorry, little one," I mutter, with one hand on my belly.
"Not even born as yet and I've already put you in so much danger."
The thought of being a bad mother sparks tears in my eyes. I wipe away the tears. Not now, I tell myself.
