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“I never fucked her. It isn’t possible.”
“You got drunk when you decided to fuck me without a condom. Maybe you got drunk and fucked her too.”
His mouth opens, showing me perfectly shaped teeth as he grits them like a dog does right before a growl escapes its chops.
“I might have had a lot more to drink that night than I normally do, but I still remember every moment I was inside you—unlike you,” he jabs back, throwing in my face once again the night I can’t remember; the night we created the baby we lost.
“You’ll have to acknowledge him eventually, D. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, or next week. He is yours. Learn to accept it and help me get him back.”
“I’m done with this.” His head glides from side to side. “We aren’t doing this anymore. It’s done, Bri.”
“It’s not done until he’s safely home with us.”
“No,” he barks out in the harshest tone I’ve ever heard come past his lips. “This”—he points between us—“is done. I’ll have Luca take you to your dad’s. Robert was right. You should stay with him. Or better yet, go to your brother’s and get away from all of this.”
I’m momentarily stunned. I don’t know what to say or do. He just broke up with me like it’s nothing. Like we’re nothing.
“Fuck. You.”
I turn around, pulling the door open with so much force it hits the wall as I storm out of Drago’s home office.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Does he really think I’d go running to mydaddy?
I swear, it’s like Drago doesn’t even know me. And hell, maybe he doesn’t. We’ve only known each other just over two months, and it’s not like we’ve spent every moment together. Relationship growth takes time and commitment—which apparently he wasn’t up for.
“Where... to?” Luca asks from the driver’s seat of his Tahoe. He couldn’t hide the awkwardness from his tone even if he wanted to.
“Head toward Pacific Palisades. I live in a condo off Temescal Canyon.”
“D said I was—”
“D can kiss my ass!”
“Bad word! Bad word! Bad word!” Mia chants from behind me. “You in trouble, Beee.” She giggles, making the ache in my chest lessen momentarily.
“It’s Bri,” Luca corrects.
“That’s what I said, Daddy.” Her words come out like a pout, but I don’t turn around in my seat to check.
“Sorry,” I tell him.
“Not like she hasn’t heard worse,” he admits, his voice coming out resigned.
“What does that mean?” I ask, curious about his change in demeanor.
Rolling his head sideways, he looks at me as he slows at the end of Drago’s driveway.
“Not a convo for little ears.”
I nod, understanding he doesn’t want to talk about it in front of his daughter. Luca just gained a little more of my respect with this answer. It shows what type of father and person he is.
“Mia’s mom’s condo is on the way. Do you mind if I drop her off first?”
“Not at all.”
“No home!” Mia whines. “Stay with you.”
