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“I came to ask you to lunch. You didn’t come home last night.” She walks around my desk. I stand and walk to the window.
“I’m busy.”
“How long are you going to be like this? We are going to be a family. Our baby needs us. I need you.” From the corner of my eye, I see her touch her belly. Like always I wish it was Ava and not Fiona carrying my child. The thought of Fiona being the mother of my child repulses me.
“I’m busy, Fiona. Go home.”
“I’m tired of the way you are treating me. We are married. This shit with not coming home or working late has to stop. I need you home. I can’t do this alone.” She yells. I ignore her.“I swear if you don’t change your tune. I’ll disappear," I look at her. "And you will never meet your daughter."
“I don’t do threats.” I stand and walk to her but stop.
“What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me? Are you going to hurt your daughter?” She laughs. I take steps towards her.
“Viktor,” I hear Oliver call.
“What?” I stop inches from Fiona.
“It’s not worth it.” He says, walking inside the office.
“Are you going to listen to your pathetic bastard brother?” She mocks. I grab her by the neck.
“Let her go,” Oliver says.
“Get the fuck out, Fiona,” I say, letting her go. I have to remind myself she is carrying my daughter. I might not give a fuck about her, but I do care about my daughter.
“This isn’t over. You will come home tonight, or else.” There is that threat again.
“Fiona,” I’m about to grab her arm, but Oliver gets between us.
“She is trying to get in your head.” She leaves laughing.
I walk to the minibar and pour a drink. Anything to calm the rage brewing inside of me.
“This is wrong. She shouldn’t be the one carrying my daughter,” I say more to myself.
“Viktor,” he starts.
“Why are you here?” I interrupt.
“Fine. Everything in Gotham is a go. In the event that a war breaks out with the Irish, everything is in place. We kept it small. All men recruited by Angus.”
“Good. Did you ever get in touch with Marco?” It’s been bugging me that Oliver seems distracted as of late. It's not like him.
“No. Why?”
“Why do I have to ask you if you did? Are you keeping something from me?” He stays quiet and looks away.“Oliver,” I start.
“I am not keeping anything from you. Just a lot on my mind.” A see a trace of something in him.
“You are my brother. I won’t tolerate you lying to me.” I take several steps toward him. His phone rings. There is a mixture of panic and fear.
“Fuck. I have to take this.”
“Oliver, I’m not done.” I go to grab his arm.
“I have to go.” He rushes out of the office.
“What the fuck Oliver?” I bark, but he is gone.
