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“I do. That test is for you, not me. You’re tired, sick at the smell of your favorite food, and your period is late. All the signs are there.”
“If it’s positive, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m getting married in six days. I’ll just pretend the baby is my husband’s. Tobin said he wants an heir. If anything they might just think the baby came a little early, right? I doubt he’ll want to come to appointments with having a crime family to run and men are clueless to women’s bodies. Right?” I feel sick even thinking like this; tricking someone and lying to a child about their paternity. But if this test is positive and that’s what I have to do to keep us alive, then I will.
“You could tell the father. I know you know who it is.”
I shake my head. “No, I can’t. I won’t risk their safety. It was only meant to be one night. For me to be in control for once in my life, Margaret. One night that was a fuck you to Tobin. They can never know,” I tell her.
Emerson may have looked dangerous, but he was sweet to me. No way can I have him and Alistair dragged into my shit with Tobin and the Rossi Mafia.
They deflowered a future mafia wife, which is a huge fucking no-no.
Tobin has so many powerful connections in the city, that he could make their life hell. I don’t want that for them. I’ll handle this.
“Time’s up,” she whispers and looks at me with sad eyes.
I pick the test up and look at it. My stomach rolls, and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Sure enough, it says ‘pregnant’ in big bold letters.
Fuck! This is not good. Worse than not good. This is a fucking nightmare.
A tear rolls down my cheek, and I hurry to wipe it away. “Take this, please, and get rid of it. Can I have a minute?” I ask, and Margaret wraps her arms around me before snagging the test and box and leaving me alone in the bathroom.
I stare at myself in the mirror and contemplate what the hell I’m going to do. No contemplation is needed, my only option is to do what I told Margaret I was going to do.
Get married this weekend, seduce my husband on the first night, and tell him I’m pregnant soon after. He gets an heir, and my child and I get to stay alive.
I can figure shit out after that. My future home and lifestyle are unknown, so I can’t make a proper assessment, meaning I’ll have to cross that bridge when I get there.
Maybe I can escape while pregnant or after having the baby. While I may be willing to lie to save my life and the tiny human growing inside of me, I’m not a monster.
If my new husband and life are just as bad as living with my uncle, I’ll figure out a new plan. I’ve survived this long with an asshole as a guardian. I can survive an asshole as a husband if it means saving my child.
CHAPTER 9
SCARLETT
Breathe, Scarlett. Just breathe.
That’s easier said than done. I’m about to marry a man I’ve never met. A man I have no idea what his damn first name is! I’m pregnant with a one-night stand’s baby, and I’m going from a dangerous life to a deadly one. Because the Rossi family is one of the most respected mafia families, but they are also one of the most feared. They are full of ruthless men. My uncle is bad, but I have a feeling they’re going to be worse.
What if my plans don’t work? What if they find out that I’m pregnant beforehand and they make me get rid of the baby? Or what if they kill me because I’m not worth the hassle?
I can’t do this. I can’t.
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of the church the ceremony is being held in, I try to hold back tears so as not to ruin my makeup.
Even though the dress isn’t something I would have picked, it doesn’t look all that bad with the makeup and hair. I look like a princess, but I feel like my world is ending.
This isn’t how I wanted my wedding to be. I always dreamed of being in love, of having my family and friends around me to enjoy all the exciting moments of the engagement and wedding planning.
I didn’t get any of that. I don’t have any friends by my side. I don’t have my mom here to tell me how pretty I am, or my dad to walk me down the aisle.
I’m alone in this world. Or at least I was until now.
Dropping my hand to my belly, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from breaking. “Mommy will do whatever she has to, to protect you. It’s me and you, no matter what.”
Memories of that night flash in my mind like they do anytime I think about my baby or touch my belly. A wild idea comes to me, making me smile.
I have to try. What could it hurt?
