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"I'm going to ask you again. Is he mine?" He gets up and looks down at Niro, watching him place his cheek against my thigh. "Is he, Lillith?" His voice breaks on the last part, and I think he is trying to keep himself from losing it. I could feel the anger coming from his voice.
I take a deep swallow, looking down at the dingy floor, knowing I have no choice. I need to tell him the truth. "Yes," I say reluctantly.
"Do you know what you have done?” he says, his voice cold like the dark side of the moon.
I lift my chin, looking at him scornfully. Pushing the ends of my hair away from my neck, I step back, pulling Niro with me. "I don't care. Now you know, and I think it's best you leave."
"I think we both know that isn't going to happen."
Knock, knock.
I turn my head to the old door peeling with paint, knowing it is the only exit inside this shit hole. This just keeps getting better and better. My wife not only hid the fact that she was pregnant from me but faked her own death just to get away from me. The bonus is that she left me to be with someone else.
My mind races to see who is on the other side of that door. The question I ask myself is should I kill, hurt, or make that person disappear? She thinks I'm going to hurt her. I want to make her pay, but I won’t physically. Even if the betrayal scorches me on the inside like a thousand knives cutting me apart, I could never hurt her. I can't.
Knock, knock.
I tilt my head in her direction. Her eyes widen, but she makes no move to open the door. I ask sarcastically, "Aren't you going to get that?"
I watch her eyes swing from me to the door and then back to me. Her hand holdsourson's hand in her grasp. The resemblance is uncanny. He looks like both of us. He has her eyes and my hair. It was pointless asking her if he was mine, but I wanted her to tell me. My chest filled with pride, looking at the most gorgeous little boy watching me in bewilderment when I walked in with the same turquoise eyes as his mother. He's beautiful.
Knock. Knock. The knocking is harder this time, causing the old wood to groan.
The handle turning and the door’s squeak as it is thrust open grates on my skin like pins and needles because I want to know who is behind door number one.
Darkness turns my insides cold when the last person I expected stands at the threshold with a surprised look on his face.
"Lil—"
"Having fun playing house with my family?" I ask in a seething tone, taking pleasure in watching all the blood rush from his face.Motherfucker.
"Killian, don't. It's not what you think," Lillith rushes out, taking a step forward and clutching my son.
I scoff. "Pack what my son likes and cannot be without. You have five minutes, Lillith. Don't try my patience."
She knows I want my son. If she thinks I'm going to sit here and listen to the bullshit excuses from either of them, they must be out of their fucking mind. She is lucky I don't shoot him in the head, but I have no interest in scarring my son for life.
My head snaps to Ciro, and I walk over, relieved that Lillith isn't going to fight me on leaving. It's better for her to think the worst of me right now so I can get her and my son out of here. This is no place for a woman and child to live. I'm surprised the floor beneath us doesn't cave in. There is hardly a place to sit on. I can't even imagine where they sleep. A sense of failure comes over me, imagining her and my son struggling for food and not having the basic necessities. The worst part is that my best friend knew the whole time, watching me mourn my wife in solitude.
"You have three seconds to get missing, Ciro. I don't know how long my patience will last. I haven't killed you right now because of my son.”
"I did it for her."
I laugh. It's a deep, maniacal sound that bubbles out of my throat. I clench my teeth and back him up against the closed door. "What else did you do for her, Ciro? Did you enjoy my misery while you were fucking her…while you were fucking my wife."
He squares his shoulders, and I see it in his eyes that he would die for her. "S-she was afraid you were going to kill her. She wanted to raise her own child."He's in love with her. Our friendship be damned."I'm sorry, Killian." He shakes his head. "This is what she wanted, and I wasn't going to deny her."
"We're ready." I hear her small voice behind me and turn around, meeting two sets of aquamarine eyes. "We will go with you. No questions asked." She looks at Ciro. "He had nothing to do with it." She steps closer and glances at me, clutching our son. "I begged him."
"And now she defends him. How touching."
We're on my boat heading back to the house on the island, and a million thoughts run through my head. The dates. The time. Hell, I don't even know my son's name.
"Are we going somewhere cool? I’ve never been on a boat before," he says in a soft voice, looking at his mom.
I look up from the screen. "We're going home…your home."
He scrunches his nose and tilts his head. "But I have a home."
