Chapter 0301
Chapter 0301
Because for perhaps the first time in my life...I’ve just got nothing.
| mean, what am | supposed to do? What am | supposed to think? I’m sitting here, in a gorgeous marble bathroom, knocked up by a supposedly infertile Mafia King who thinks I’ve been unfaithful to him, watching my fiancé — my baby’s brother — try to assess whether or not my lover broke his lover’s jaw?
Like...what the fuck am | supposed to think?
So | just don't. | just sit there, silently, for a long...long time.
Kent storms down the stairs, his face dead to the emotions that pound through his body. When he reaches the ground floor he continues steadily, walking swiftly to the door at the back of the kitchen that leads out to an area behind the house that his guards use for their smoke breaks. When he gets there, Kent hurls the door open and glares out at the men, who go silent and still at his sudden arrival.
“Marco,” Kent commands, snapping his fingers. Then he turns, knowing Marco will follow. Kent moves now towards the garage, slamming the door open, his focus only on his next steps. He moves to the passenger side of the escalade as Marco grabs the keys and moves to the driver’s seat. Then, to Marco’s shock, Kent opens the door to the back seat and climbs in.
Marco only hesitates a moment before opening the driver’s door and sliding in, buckling his belt and turning on the car. “Where to, boss?” Marco asks, trying to keep his voice even though he intuits that something is very, very wrong.
Kent sits motionless in the back seat, his head hanging. Then he mumbles an address that Marco taps into the car’s GPS before starting to back out of the garage.
As they begin to pull out of the garage and move down the driveway, Marco glances into the back seat. His jaw drops when he sees Kent laying himself down across the three seats that make up the back row, his eyes pressed shut.
Marcos driving slows a little as he wonders what the fuck is going on — the boss, he never shows weakness like this - “Go!” Kent snarls, noticing the change in the car's speed. Shaken, Marco does as he’s told, refocusing on the road.
In the back, Kent presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, trying to control his breathing. But it does no good. He feels the panic rising in him, taking control of his limbs, his mind —
Panic that he hasn’t felt in months, because she’s been there — there in his bed, warm and sweet, in his room, making him laugh. Fay — this incredible young woman, who he had trusted — who was...was fixing things for him, making him better, making his life better —
But now she had fucking betrayed him. And is trying to lie about it, even though it’s impossible...
Kent grits his teeth, shaking his head, remembering the way she looked just a few minutes ago when she stared up at him with such clarity and assurance in her eyes and told him that he’s the father of her child.
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The doctor will know. The doctor will tell us. A simple test. A simple test...a simple test... And he'd know soon. Because that’s where they are headed now.
Directly to the urologist’s home office.