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He steps to the bed, my eyes following his hands as they go to the button on his black slacks, unclasping them and allowing them to fall down his legs. His light blue dress shirt is next. Drago unbuttons the top two and then pulls the material over his head, dropping it to the floor.
“Do I really want to know?” I can’t help but ask, prompting him for a warning of what’s to come.
“I think it’s important. It’s about CC, not us.”
Leaning over the bed, he gently grabs my hand, tugging me up toward him. Within a second, I’m lifted into his arms and he’s carrying me into the bathroom I left only a few minutes ago. He releases my legs and they fall to the carpeted mat outside the shower.
“I don’t want a shower,” I whine as Drago opens the glass door, turning on the water.
“It’ll be quick, I promise.” His eyes nod toward the opening. Sighing, I raise my arms above my head. If he wants me in there, then he can undress me. The corner of his mouth tips up on one side. “With pleasure, baby.” There’s a chill in the air that hits my nipples, hardening them on impact. Drago’s eyes flare with heated desire. “Your tits are bigger.”
It wasn’t the missed period that clued me in on the possibility I was pregnant. It was having to buy a size D bra because all of my other ones started to feel like my boobs were being smashed into my chest.
“Nice side effect of carrying yo—”
His scorching hot lips come down on mine, stopping my words and making my eyes flutter closed. His boxer briefs are yanked down my legs, leaving me naked, and when my eyelids pop open after his mouth leaves mine, Drago’s face is pinched with worry.
“Wha...” I start to ask, but he shakes his head, nodding to the shower again. As he’s pulling down his black briefs, I snatch a ponytail holder from the vanity and quickly twist my hair high on my head. I’ll shower, but no way I am dealing with having to dry my mop of hair tonight. I’d rather just take another shower in the morning.
Once we’re both closed inside the now steaming hot shower, I glance up into his dark eyes, waiting for him to explain his odd behavior. Water cascades over his shoulders and down his chest, wetting the thick, dark hair that’s scattered all over his broad chest. Unable to stop myself, I lift my arm, my palm connecting with his abdomen and gliding slowly up.
Drago is silent, watching me touch him. It’s not long before his dick thickens and connects with the flesh on my lower stomach. Steam has already coated my skin, warming me, but it does nothing to stop the goose bumps from pebbling up and down my arms.
Drago’s left hand wraps around my hip, pulling my body so that we are chest to chest. With his other hand, he reaches up, tilting my head further back. He doesn’t leave any room between us, making the water flow off of us on the sides.
“I have my house routinely swept for bugs,” he speaks in low tones. “I don’t trust my father not to have something planted. And although I’ve never found anything, I can’t be too sure, and I’m not willing to risk the chance. He was here, had plenty of access to do just that tonight. I’ll have the house and property thoroughly checked tomorrow, until then, this is where we talk freely. That good?”
I nod my agreement. The thought did cross my mind, but I figured D had taken precautions for that.
It makes sense now why he stopped me from mentioning my pregnancy. He doesn’t want his father to find out, so that means only a limited few people can know. At least for now. Once I start to show that’ll be another bridge we’ll have to cross.
Hopefully, he and the guys will find something before then, but seeing as how he’s been trying for the last seven years, I’m not holding my breath.
“What did you want to tell me about CC?” I ask.
“She’s not an Acerbi by blood.” His head shakes from side to side as his words penetrate, shocking me and creating questions that I want to fire back at him.
If she isn’t an Acerbi by blood, then that means she isn’t Vincent’s daughter.
Holy shit. Is Luca?
“How do you know that? Does your dad?”
Oh, this could be bad, very bad.
“To my knowledge, he doesn’t. If he did...” Drago’s head tilts back, under the spray of water. His hand falls from my face as he looks back down at me. He quickly shakes the water from his face. “I hope he doesn’t. I don’t want to fathom what he’d do if he ever found out.”
“How did you find out?” I question.
“Since before my mom died,” he confesses, “there are things I’ve never told anyone. Things I’ve seen, things I’ve been a part of, things I’ve done. I never told her. But there was a moment, years ago, when my mom knew something wasn’t right. That’s when she told me her only wish for me was that I not turn into my father. I didn’t tell her he was the last person on earth I ever wanted to be like. I’d only recently come to realize that myself and I was still processing it. I spent my younger years wanting just that. Maybe she saw that, and that’s why she told me the truth about my sister. That and…” He pauses, swallowing and taking a deep breath, “I think she needed to know Caprice would be protected if anything were to happen to her.”
“That’s so messed up.” I swipe water off my face with both of my hands. “Tell me the rest. What things did you not tell your mom?”
I want to pry more and ask him if he knows who Caprice’s father is, but something tells me Drago is carrying around deeper secrets than that. And I want to know them all. I want to share his burdens and help carry them for him—if he’ll let me.
“I want to tell you, Bri. And I promise one day I will.” His head shakes in slow motion. “But I can’t do it now. Not tonight, not tomorrow. Hell, I don’t know when, but eventually, I’ll man up enough to confess everything. All my sins,” he adds.
“You can tell me anything.” I reach up, cupping his face. “I won’t judge you if that’s what you think.”
