“Gianni—”
“And she’spregnant. She’s fucking pregnant, man. And to top it all off, she’s got your guys on her tail.”
“G, I’m serious?—”
“So, no. I’m not starting shit. But I’m sure as hell going to finish it.”
“Gianni!” I shout, not really caring at this point who hears. Gianni has already caused a commotion that most likely has security headed our way. Besides, with Ransome here, it doesn’t really matter if people know our real names anymore.
“I suggest you sit down, kid,” Ransome says. “You’re stressing your sister out. It’s bad for the baby.”
“I’mstressing her out?” Gianni yells. “I’m taking care of her. Me. Meanwhile, you’re the one who put her in that bed.”
“Everyone just needs to shut up!” I snap. “You’re all stressing me out. They’re not going to let me go home until my heart rate is steady, and it’s a little hard to be calm with all of you screaming at each other!”
“She’s right,” Eliza agrees. “If you two want to duke it out, take it outside. But not around Amara and not around the baby.”
“I have more business around that baby than you know,” Ransome growls. I cover my face, my heart rate climbing.
“And how are you so sure?” Gianni demands.
“G!” I snap. “Just stop!”
With that, Ransome’s composure is gone and he grabs Gianni by the shirt. “Listen, punk?—”
“Excuse me.” The nurse’s voice is the only thing that actually shuts everyone up. Ransome lets go of Gianni, who shrugs him off in the process. Eliza squeezes my hand and Bella sits up.
“The test results are in,” she says.
12
AMARA
Positive.
I would expect the nurse to tell Ransome in private, but as soon as she says she has the papers, he barks out for the answer. And since people don’t usually say no to Ransome, especially when he’s in a fit of rage, she blurts out the answer. An answer I already knew without question.
And yet it feels like a nail in a coffin.
The baby is Ransome’s. He knows that now. And I am guessing, by the look on his face, he will stop at nothing to make sure we go back to NYC with him.
Of course, my overprotective siblings aren’t so keen on the idea, especially my younger brother.
“No fucking way,” Gianni says. “She’s not going anywhere.”
“I don’t think that’s for you to decide, kid,” Ransome says.
“She’s my sister,” he argues.
“She’s carrying my child.”
“A child you didn’t even know about because you exiled us out of the state of New York!”
“You would be dead if you had stayed there,” Ransome states.
“And you will be dead if you kidnap my sister and my nephew!”
“That’s enough!” I snap at both of them. “Nobody is going to tell me where I’m going or where I’m not going.”
