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“With me?” He yells back, rushing forward to grab me once more. “What’s wrong with you, Beverly? What do I need to do to make you love me? Am I not good enough for you?” His lips slam to mine once again, knocking the breath from my lungs with the force my body is jolted into his.
This time I don’t just shove him back, I swing at him, landing a solid punch into his lip that snaps his head to the side. The room goes silent. Gavino’s fingers rise to press to his lips, pulling it back to look down at the bit of blood smeared on them. Before I can react he’s grabbing me, jerking me by the front of my shirt toward him.
“I don’t know what kind of nonsense Remy tolerated, but I will not.” I try to yank from him as he continues, using his strength to fight me. “If you want to act like a child, you’ll be treated like one.”
“Gavino! Let go of me!” I jerk hard, his hand grabbing at my shirt when I break free from him. With a loud rip the front of it is torn, dangling from his fist. Realizing, I try to grab the edges of it, pulling it over my belly before he can.
But it’s too late.
“What the fuck is this?”
I pause, heart thumping erratically in my chest, my breaths coming in and out in quick pants and I scramble to think of what to do or say. In my panic I decide to run, attempting to sprint toward the door, but my arm is snagged. I cry out at the contact, both startled and riddled with fear as I’m jerked backward and spun, my hips pinned against the kitchen table.
His palms grab onto the ripped sides of my shirt, yanking it apart even further until it’s torn all the way to expose both my belly and the lace of my bra. “You’re pregnant?”
Fear is gripping my throat, squeezing so hard I can barely breathe. I don’t know what’s going to happen, if Gavino will try to hurt me or if he’ll leave me be. “Yes.” I finally squeeze out, fighting the tears that are burning my eyes. “I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you—” I swallow, one of his hands leaving the ripped cotton of my shirt to lightly skim his fingertips along my belly. It takes everything in me not to pull back. “I was scared.”
His eyes don’t leave my exposed skin, touch burning as it rims my belly button. “This is my brother’s child?”
His tone is so calm, I’m scared to answer. Scared of what his reaction will be when I confirm what he already knows. His eyes flick up to mine, his slow dragging movements on my belly not stopping. “Yes.”
“Then this is a bastard child.” He doesn’t say it with malice, but the soft tone of his voice is almost worse. His eyes haven’t left mine. “Does Remy know?”
I shake my head, swallowing hard when his fingers graze higher up my belly, toward the valley between the swell of my breasts. “Good.” His eyes harden, my chest rising and falling quickly below his fingertips. “And he will continue not knowing.” His fingers trail back down, hot palm cupping my belly as he steps closer to me, his breath hot on my lips as I stare up at him, “This baby ismine.”
His other hand rises, knuckles brushing along my cheek while I blink, hot breath blowing along my lips. “Just asyouare mine.”
The sentiment sits heavily in my gut, the weight of his words making bile rise in my throat. His lips press to mine in a hard, desperate peck, as if he’s solidifying his words before he pulls from me, jaw hard as he eyes my ripped clothing.
“Get your dog and go to bed, Beverly.”
Chewing on my cheek, I do as I’m told, a sinking feeling in my chest telling me that even though I’ve gotten the outcome I wanted with Gavino accepting my pregnancy,this is far worse.
Chapter Seventeen
REMY
Fuck, I’m sick of this shit.
Tapping my cigarette box against my palm, I pull one out, holding it in my mouth as I grab my revolver off the passenger seat. The clock on the dash says I need to hurry the fuck up unless I want to be late to my meeting. That doesn’t mean I’ll move any quicker, though. Exiting my SUV, I tuck my gun into the waistband at the back of my jeans, reaching back into the cab to grab my zippo off the seat. Lighting the cigarette, I toss it back in, taking a long drag as I stare at the building in front of me.
“Aye! Look who it is!” At the voice, I glance over my shoulder, slamming my door shut as they continue yelling. “You off of pier duty?”
Blowing smoke through my nose, I turn to eye the man coming to slap me on the back in greeting. I really fucking wish he wouldn’t. His arm pauses mid-swing with the look on my face, dropping to casually slap his thigh like that was his intention the entire time.
“We thought you’d be back sooner.” He says, still smiling despite my lack of camaraderie.
“I was.” He laughs, clearly not taking the hint that I don’t want to deal with his chit chat right now.Luca has always been a fucking moron.“Where’s the package?”
“Oh, we have him inside. He was—” He starts to say more, but I’m already moving toward the doors, his words lost in my wake. Not discouraged in the least, he jogs to catch up, continuing like I didn’t leave him mid-sentence. “He was getting mouthy, so we put a gag on him.”
The creaking of the metal door is loud and echoing in the open space as I push inside, every head turning my way as I do. In the middle of the room is my package, sitting pretty on a metal chair that’s been bolted to the floor. Bound, gagged, and bleeding, sits none other than Chancler Fitzpatrick, uncle of The Bratva’s underboss.
I take a drag as I eye him, my jaw working. Handing it off to Luca, I hold the smoke in my lungs until I’m standing in front of Chancler before tugging his gag from his mouth and letting it all out. I smile with a deep chuckle as he sucks in a heavy breath, immediately followed by hacking coughs.
“Have your fun now!” He hacks, the words yelled through his coughs, eyes burning with rage as he watches me stand straight. “Any second Aleksi will have men in here!”
“Who do you think hired us to get you?” His face falls just the slightest bit at my question, giving away the fact that he already knew that could be a possibility. I smile again, watching as his chest quickly rises and falls in growing panic.
