“Those Accetti men have a unique way about them.”
“My father was killed, we got married, a car blew up in front of me, we went to Miami and a whole shit-show happened there.”
“You do seem to be on a chaotic rollercoaster.”
“Oh, I got kidnapped when I escaped the safe house, and I also got shot the first time we were in Miami.” She collapsed back into the pillows. “But now that things are calming down, I’ll probably get pregnant.”
“I hope you do.” My circumstances with Milo didn’t seem as crazy as Lissia and Marchello’s situation.
“And I hope whatever you want, whether it’s being pregnant or not, happens for you too.” She turned her head and smiled at me. “Whatever happens, I’m in your corner. This family protects one another at all costs.”
“Thank you.” My stomach didn’t feel as queasy as it did before Lissia came into the room. “I’ll feel much better once I tell Milo.”
“In a few hours you can do that.” She sat up. “He’s amazing and he’ll know what to do. You have to trust him.”
“I do.”
“Good.” When she hopped off the bed, her gorgeous, sleek ponytail swung from side to side. “I have to stop by my mother’s house before we go to the boutique. Do you want to come with me?”
“I can meet you at the boutique,” I said. “I want to shower and look as awesome as you do.” I wouldn’t give Camila a reason to insult me. “Ax will bring me.”
“I’ll meet you there around one.” She headed for the door. “My mother is renovating her house and she wants me to look at some paint swatches.”
“Do me a favor,” I called after her.
“Anything.”
“Don’t be late. I don’t like Camila.”
“Who does? She’s a skank.” Lissia giggled. “I don’t know why Milo keeps her around. I could run that boutique with my eyes closed.”
The relentless sleetbattered the windshield as we made our way into the city. The temperature was rising a bit and the New York streets had been treated for ice but Ax still took it slow.
He said I was precious cargo. If my suspicions were correct about my current status, he had no idea how precious the cargo I could be carrying was.
Milo’s baby.
“It feels like all we get is freezing rain these days.” I gazed out at the New Yorkers being careful not to slip on the untreated sidewalks. “Where’s the snow?”
“I think the one snowstorm we had when Milo crashed his car into the tree was plenty.” Ax pulled into an empty space in front of the boutique. “No one needs that again.”
“The ice isn’t any better.” I put one hand over top of the other in an attempt to stop from twitching. Why did I agree to come here? I had enough going on, and seeing Camila wasn’t on the top of my list of things to do today.
Ax got out of the car and opened my door for me. He shielded me from the sleet with a large, black umbrella, but before we could get to the entrance, two police officers met us on the sidewalk.
I would have been concerned, but Milo wasn’t with us, so it couldn’t be that serious. What would they want with me?
“Is this car registered to Nico Accetti?” one asked.
“It is.” Ax placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me further under the umbrella. “Is there a problem?"
“We have a warrant to search the car,” the other officer said.
“For what?” I asked.
“It’s okay,” Ax said. “They hassle us all the time.”
“Do you want me to call Milo?” When the wind kicked up, I pushed the hair from my eyes.
