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It's the adrenaline, I tell myself. The fight or flight reflex is causing my body to go all haywire.
"Who do you belong to?" he asks, his finger tapping my clit.
My response is automatic. "You, Mio Amore. Only you. Always you."
He flicks my clit and I hate myself when pleasure flows through me and I'm shuddering in his arms as I begin to climax.
I'm fighting to catch my breath, my body lost on a wave of bliss, when I feel a stocky fist violently jab my stomach and he snarls, "Then who's baby is it?"
Terror scrapes up my spine and white spots form in front of my pupils. Panic grips me and I cry out. I start to double over, but Emilio grabs me by my arms and forces me to stand back up.
When I reach down and lay a hand on my stomach, DeLuca's face twists into a scowl and he takes a step back, his hand forming a fist again. "I'll ask you one more time," he rumbles. "Who's the father?"
Ricardo.
His name wraps around my heart and soul like a force-field. Its hold is so tight, I can barely breathe. I can't lose him.
I'm no longer wobbling on my tightrope, I'm falling...and everything is hanging in the balance.
My pulse pounds in my ears and the room around me spins right before I shout, "Luke!" at the top of my lungs.
Behind me, I hear Emilio breathe a sigh of relief, but it's overpowered by DeLuca's infuriating roar of 'What?"
"H-he...he raped me," I whisper, not sure how my mouth is forming words when the rest of me is in turmoil.
He takes out his gun and points it at me. "Why am I only hearing about this now? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't tell a soul. I was too afraid." I start sobbing so hard I'm shaking. "You know why. You know my past." I pause and glare at him. "And yet you still sent him to watch over me...knowing how he always looked at me."
For a moment, I swear I see remorse flicker across his face. But then he digs the gun into my temple and I stop breathing. "You better not be lying to me."
I swallow hard and say the one thing I know will make him believe me. The very thing I used to whisper when I was 15 and he held me in his arms as I shook and trembled. "I didn't want it."
His eyebrows pinch together and he stares at me for what feels like forever. Dread coats my insides and I'm certain he still doesn't believe me, when finally; he lowers the gun.
His gaze shifts to Emilio and for a moment, I have this feeling that everything's actually going to be okay.
That is until I feel the sharp prick of a needle pierce my skin. "No!" I shout, but it goes ignored.
"Where the fuck is he?" DeLuca grits through his teeth.
"It was taken care of," Emilio answers.
"By who?" DeLuca barks.
DeLuca's brows shoot up when Emilio answers, "Your son."
I'm becoming drowsy but it doesn't stop me from launching my fists at DeLuca and twisting myself out of Emilio's arms. "Please, Mio Amore," I beg. "Please, don't do this to me. I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just let me keep my baby."
DeLuca looks thoroughly shocked as I continue to scream and cry, but I don't care. I won't let him do this. "Please," I continue to beg. "I want my baby!"
When Emilio's hold becomes tighter, I bite him and start kicking. "No!" When another ripple of drowsiness takes over and I realize I'm losing the fight, a guttural scream rips from my throat.
"I want my baby," I scream over and over again as Emilio pulls me toward that locked room.
My vocal chords are shredded but I don't stop screaming and I don't stop fighting.
When Emilio takes out another needle, I scream so loud I feel something in my throat tear.
The last thing I hear before my eyes close is DeLuca's gritty voice. "The only baby you're ever having is mine." Followed by, "Get that goddamn doctor down here now."
And the worst thing of all. "I want that fetus tested."