“So why can’t you just go get him?”
“We don’t know where they’re holding him, and they’ve made demands.”
“Like what?”
“Money. Drugs.”
“And you’re going to give it to them?”
“Yes. But there’s no guarantee they’ll let him go.”
I swallow hard. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I stare at the wall for a second, then force it out. “I’m pregnant.”
Gino’s eyes widen. “What? You’ve been married two months. I’m going to kill him.”
“Why? We’re married.”
“Hello, little sister married to my best friend.”
“Not like you weren’t the one who pushed us into it,” I mutter.
“She’s got you there,” Drew adds quietly. “So, what do we do?” I ask.
“You let me worry about getting Mateo home,” Gino says, standing. “You focus on staying healthy for that baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Alonso, watch her.”
They leave, and Alonso takes the seat across from me.
“At least we know more than we did a few minutes ago,” he says.
“Yeah,” I exhale. “I just hope he comes home soon.”
The rest of my shift passes in a haze. Before I leave, Tannerconvinces me to see Dr. Ryan, one of the OBs. After an exam and some quick calculations, she looks up at me.
“Based on your last cycle, you’re about eight weeks along.”
Then she studies the screen again, pausing.
“Oh,” she says, smiling. “Congratulations. It looks like you’re having twins.”
Oh my God. Mateo is going to lose his mind.
MATEO
These motherfuckers drugged me. Actually drugged me. What. The. Fuck.
I have no idea how long I’ve been out, but the next thing I feel is cold, damp air on my skin. When I force my eyes open, everything is dark, the only light coming from thin strips of moonlight through a window. I try to move and realize I can’t. Looking down, I see my wrists duct-taped to the arms of a chair. I twist them, but they don’t budge.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the tape bites into my skin. My head is pounding, and my right leg feels heavy, swollen. I shift as much as I can, trying to get a sense of the room, but it’s useless. A few minutes pass before harsh fluorescent lights snap on.
“I see the princess is awake.”
I squint against the glare and take in my surroundings. I’m in the middle of a huge, decaying room. Rust creeps along the walls, and several windows are shattered. One of the Russo brothers steps closer.
“Lorenzo,” I growl. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You thought we wouldn’t see it coming.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
