Why her?
1094 Words
Lorenzo’s Pov
"I'm pregnant."
I froze. The syringe was still pressed to her skin, but my hand did not move. Her chest rose quickly. Her eyes were wide, filled with something I could not name.
"Say that again," I said. Maybe I heard wrong.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered again.
I stared at her. Then I took two steps back and dropped the syringe onto the tray. The loud clatter echoed through the room.
She sank into the chair, still shaking. I saw blood dripping from the wound on her back, the injuries my men and I inflicted on her.
"And I’m supposed to believe that?" I asked, arms crossed.
"I don’t expect you to."
“How long?” I asked.
“A few weeks. Maybe six.”
“You sure it’s mine?”
Her head tilted slowly, like I had just insulted her. “You are really asking that?”
“Answer the damn question,” I snapped.
“It’s yours. You are the only one I have slept with in over a year. In case you forgot, you never used protection.”
I thought back to that night. But all I could remember was how soft her skin felt.
I grabbed a chair, flipped it around, and sat down in front of her.
“You ran after that night.”
A slow smirk appeared on her lips. “Like I said, I never planned to serve you breakfast in bed. It was a good night, we had fun, but the plan was one night, no strings.”
“Well, you got one anyway.”
My eyes dropped to her stomach. Nothing showed yet, but I couldn’t stop seeing it now.
She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, "So much for no strings attached."
I stood again and leaned down, my face just inches from hers.
"If this is a lie, I will find out. And when I do, your death will be slow, but sure."
She rolled her eyes, then looked me straight in the face.
"It’s not a lie," she said. "It’s yours."
“Bullshit.”
“Well, it’s not my fault you didn’t think to protect yourself.”
I grabbed her jaw and squeezed, not hard, just enough.
"You don’t get to be smart with me now, got it?" I let go. Her eyes burned with anger.
“Now what?” she asked.
“You stay here. Don’t move. Not like you can anyway. I will send someone for your bruises.”
“Seriously?”
“You think I would let the mother of my child bleed out in a chair?”
She gave a small laugh, but there was nothing funny in her eyes. “You were seconds away from killing me.”
I ignored her and pulled out my phone.
“Get me a medic. And call Dr. Samuele. Tell him I need him here.”
Then I turned to her again. “You are lucky I don’t put a bullet in you right now. Only reason I’m not? If there’s even a chance that baby is mine, I won’t kill it.”
I walked to the table and grabbed a cloth, wiping my hands. They were covered in her blood from the cut across her shoulders, but I did not care.
"Unstrap her," I told the guards at the door.
Two of them stepped forward. One looked confused.
"Boss..."
"Do it. Now."
The cuffs dropped to the floor. She stumbled but caught herself. She did not try to run. She could barely move.
I looked at her. "Follow me."
She didn’t move.
"You want me to drag you?"
She took a step forward, waiting for me to take the lead.
I walked out. I didn’t wait for her. If she collapsed, I wasn’t going to help.
I led her down a narrow hallway. One light flickered above us. I could hear her slow, tired steps behind me.
At the end, I opened a door. The room wasn’t fancy, but it was clean. A bed, fresh sheets, small table, a bottle of water, and a bathroom.
"This is yours for now," I said.
She leaned against the doorframe, barely keeping her eyes open.
"Why?"
"Because if you are carrying my child, I’m not letting it die in a dirty cell. My doctor is coming to check you."
"I'm fine. The wounds will heal in a week or..."
"I don’t give a damn about your wounds," I cut in. "He’s coming to take your blood. I need to know if you are really pregnant. After that, we will go to a clinic for a DNA test. I’m not taking chances with you."
She rolled her eyes, pushed off the doorframe, and walked toward the bed.
"Whatever you say," she muttered.
"Don’t test me. And don’t think for a second that this means I forgive you. I don’t and I don’t trust you either."
She looked up at me. "I didn’t know she was your sister. No one told me."
"You think that changes anything? You were working for Raze. You are part of his team. It just makes it worse that the enemy might be carrying my child."
"I didn’t have a choice."
"There’s always a choice. You chose wrong."
Silence.
"Rest and clean up. I.will have someone bring you food. But don’t try anything stupid. You are still surrounded by my men. One word from me, and you are dead."
Then I left.
***
Two hours later, I stood in my office, watching the footage. A guard had brought the test kit. She was being checked now.
I watched her through a hidden camera in her room. She didn’t know it was there.
She sat on the bed, her hands shaking as she drank some water. I could see the pain. She was not faking.
But I didn’t feel bad.
I lit a cigarette and leaned back in my chair.
Why now? Why her? Why did it have to be her?
All the women I have been with never made it past an hour. I always kicked them out. But that one night with her stuck with me.
Her scent, her mouth, her eyes and the way she looked at me that night.
Of course, the way she left.
"Ghost," I muttered.
Now she’s back. And if she’s telling the truth, she’s carrying my blood.
I stared at the screen. Her head leaned back against the wall, she was falling asleep.
I should have killed her.
Maybe I still will.
But not yet.
Not until I know everything.
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