The sleeper I ordered arrived this morning. I’ve gift-wrapped it, along with the test. Both are waiting for me to give to him.
Now I’m second-guessing everything. It feels a little cringy. Maybe I should’ve just said, “I’m pregnant,” and been done with it.
Too late now.
After a lunch out with Noemi, I’m finally heading back to the compound.
Enzo’s eased up on security since Marcus hasn’t made any moves. I still want—no,need—to find him. But for now, it seems like he’s lying low.
The spring air is warm against my skin, the sun high in the sky. It’s a beautiful day, which is exactly why I decided to walk the hour-long route home instead of grabbing an Uber orcalling for one of Enzo’s men.
But despite the peaceful scenery, unease coils in my stomach. It’s been there since I started the walk.
I can’t explain it—only that something feelsoff.Wrong.
The compound gates come into view, and I quicken my pace.
The screeching of tires fills my ears.
My head whips around.
A black SUV slams to a stop.
I bolt.
A scream claws up my throat—just as a body slams into me, driving me to the ground.
My skull cracks against the gravel. Pain explodes behind my eyes. My vision blurs, but I don’t stop moving. I thrash beneath the weight above me, kicking and clawing.
They let go.
I scramble to my feet, desperate.
Another body crashes into me from the side, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Get off me!” I scream, praying my voice reaches the guards.
Hands seize my head and slam it down.
Stars burst behind my eyes.
Again.
Then—
Darkness.
46
He’ll Regret The Day He Was Ever Born
I learned to drive today. I know it seems like I’m too young, but I’ve grown up a lot since coming here. Maybe one day you’ll see what I mean. —Forever yours, Enzo
Enzo
Myphoneringsjustas Dante bursts through the door of the office.
“Boss,” he wheezes, hands on his knees.
