Alarmed, I wrap my arms around her, trapping her arms by her sides, and pull her to me. “Baby. Baby. Shhh. Hey. What’s happening right now?”
She collapses against me, shaking her head. “I can’t—I can’t tell you—”
“Giovanna…”
Her body melts, and I scoop her up, carrying her to one of the leather chairs. Then I wait. She cries against me, tears wetting my chest, bare under the dress shirt she tore the buttons off of earlier.
“I don’t want to tell you.” Her voice is small.
“No secrets, baby.”
She nods against me. “No secrets,” she whispers back.
Wiping her face, she sits up in my lap, lifting her wet eyes to mine. She looks so sad, so broken, I will myself to stay calm no matter what she says.
“When we were in the car, the rocking motion, something about it, it triggered a memory: I was drugged, but I was coming out of it. I heard two women talking. One of them was the nurse. When Una just said I was ‘inseminated,’ I immediately recognized her as the second woman.
Una was asking if I was pregnant yet, impatient, like that was the goal. When the nurse told her I wasn’t, she asked if they should inseminate me, then said she would have Antonio come back, that he would be happy to give as many samples as needed.
Her chin quivers as she watches me, and I try hard not to react, not to upset her—but I want to fucking strangle the cunt knocked out on the couch. I pull in a long breath, then put my hand on her stomach.
“This baby is mine. I’m going to kill with my bare hands every mother fucker that had anything to do with taking you from me and hurting you, but this baby, it’s our baby, Gi.”
“You don’t think I should get an abortion?” She says it quietly, her fingertips on my bare chest, and I tip her chin up to look at me.
“No, sweet girl. I do not want you to get an abortion. If that’s what you want to do, I will support you. But if you want to have the baby, I don’t give a fuck that Antonio donated his DNA to make it happen. To me, this is your baby, and your baby is my baby. It’s that simple.”
She stares at me for a long time, searchingly, and I hold her gaze, stroking her cheek with my thumb.
A small smile spreads slowly across her face, and she kisses me sweetly until the kiss grows more insistent, deeper, more intense. Against my mouth she says, “You called me the mother of your child.”
I smile against her lips. “Because you are. My fiancée, my wife, and the mother of my child.”
“Just like you always talked about.”
I nod and pull her into me, staring at Una laid out on the couch.
My mind is reeling trying to process everything.
Giovanna is pregnant.
Una was fucking Antonio.
Una was also fucking Lorenzo.
Someone else was raping her but Una got Antonio to inseminate Gi while she was kidnapped.
And on top of everything: Giovanna knew about all of it and didn’t tell me.
“Tommy?”
I snap back to the present, my girl tapping my jaw lightly. “Yes, sweet girl?”
“I’m going to tie that bitch up, and then I want you to fuck me.”
My face darkens. “Those ropes are for you, baby.”
Her brow creases. “For me?”
