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Only when I walk outside am I able to breathe. I glance into the windshield and see Otello with his hands raised, and I chuckle, rolling my eyes at his impatience.
Opening the passenger side door, I climb in, setting the box on the floorboard. “I was only gone five minutes. It’s all I needed. Now I just wait.”
“Wait? You took the test? What does it say?” he peeks at the floor. “Am I going to be an uncle?”
“I don’t know.” I rub my hands on my thighs. “I have to wait three minutes, and then we will know.”
“Oh, come on! That’s so cruel. Who has that kind of time? I need to know.”
“How do you think I feel?”
“He’ll be happy, you know,” Otello says, lifting his lips into a smile. “He’s been wanting this with you for so long.”
“How? How do I know him? Will you tell me?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t. He has to. I can’t do that. I’m sorry—” the windshield shatters, and Otello shouts, pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers red with blood.
“Otello!” I scream when my door is yanked open and arms wrap around me. “No! Get the fuck off me!” I smash my elbow into the person’s ribs and kick, fighting and giving everything I have.
My eyes never leave Otello.
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out his gun, aiming at me, but it’s too late. His too weak. The gun slips from his hand, and he sags against the seat.
He looks dead.
He can’t be. The crazy asshole. I’ve grown to actually care about him.
“Put me down! You mother fucker!” I shout. “Help! Someone help—” my mouth is covered with a disgusting sweaty hand.
“Otello!” I scream for him, but he doesn’t rouse for me.
My eyes drop to the floorboard where the test is, and as I’m dragged away, I realize I might not ever get to know the answer.
All I have are my instincts, and something is screaming at me that I’m pregnant.
I just hope I live long enough to tell Adrian.
Chapter Twelve
Adrian
“Where are you two?” I growl into the phone, leaving the fifth message for Otello. Mable doesn’t have a phone yet, and I regret that choice. I’ve been so afraid she’ll call home and leave me, because if she knew the truth, she would leave.
And I wouldn’t blame her.
When I woke up and found the spot next to me in bed empty, my heart stopped. I searched every inch of this house only to come up empty. That’s when I noticed Otello, along with the keys to the Mercedes, was gone.
Grabbing the keys to the Land Rover, I run to the garage, and my phone finally rings. I don’t bother putting my seatbelt on. I press the button so the garage door opens, and I place my phone in the holder.
Otello’s name pops up on the screen on the dashboard.
I press the green button. “Where the fuck are you, and what did you do with Mable?” I reverse out of the driveway, and when I get onto the road, I turn the wheel so hard the tires squeak. “Otello! Answer me, damn it.”
Ragged breaths are static through the phone, and I stare at the screen; the seconds turn into a minute of silence.
“Otello?”
A choking sound comes next, followed by what sounds like bubbles, and my stomach twists. “Otello, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
