“I will meet you there.”
I hung up and dialed Alessio. He answered on the third ring. I knew he was spending time with his girl, and that girl I assumed was Indigo, considering he’d killed three Russians in the palace only nights ago and took her to her room. I didn’t ask him outright, but he didn’t deny spending the night with her after admitting he may have overreacted a little.
Cutting off someone’s dick was definitely an overreaction, but then again, it was one of Ivanov’s men. I couldn’t be too mad. I was, however, concerned about his involvement with Indigo, given that Frank was her father and our tie to the underground. The entire reason I had her protected at the palace was that I did not want Everett getting his hands on her. She was a bit of a hot commodity, being a female De Santis. Everett had begged to own her contract because he wanted her for his breeding program. He’d been looking for her for ages. I happened to be lucky enough to find her first.
And save her.
Despite her teen years being awful, I made it a point to keep her locked away and hidden from all. Frank thanked me. And she hated me. She’d been on the streets. In foster care. It was a mess, and I couldn’t have my family living that way. Plus, she was roughly the same age as my Gianna would have been.
“I need you. Bianca is in labor. Reach out to Klaus and Alessandro. We are going to the hospital. I will meet you there.”
“See you soon,” Alessio said without hesitation.
I disconnected the call, went into the shower, and lifted Bianca into my arms. Despite being pregnant with two babies,she was quite light. I carried her back to her room and placed her on the bed.
I quickly grabbed clothes from her closet and came back to her.
“Can you dress yourself, or do you need help?” I asked, kneeling in front of her.
She gasped and reached for me.
Knowing she was having a contraction, I took her hand in mine and held it.
“Breathe,” I murmured. “I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I talked her through it until her hold lightened.
“I-I can dress myself,” she finally said, sniffling.
I reached out and wiped her tears away before getting up and turning my back to her.
I heard her rustling as she tried to dress in the sweatpants and t-shirt I’d given her.
“I-I’m ready,” she called out.
I turned and went back to her.
“Do you have a bag?” I asked. I’d made sure to leave her one for the hospital for her to pack.
“Yes. It’s in the closet.”
I went to the closet and found it sitting in a corner. Grabbing it, I went back to her.
“I-I don’t have anything for the babies to wear.” She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. “I-Dominic has everything at our house.”
“I’ll handle it,” I said gruffly, offering her my arm. She wound hers through it and let me lead her out. Instead of taking the stairs, I took her to the elevator.
“You have an elevator in your mansion. I should have known,” she muttered. “And yet you made me take the stairs whenever I got to leave the room.”
I chuckled at that. “Walking is good for you.”
She muttered something, but I didn’t ask her to repeat it, assuming she was calling me an asshole.
We made it downstairs, her leaning heavily on me. For a moment, I contemplated calling Dominic, but I tabled the thought. I had a lot to deal with regarding that. I wasn’t ready to face it all, and maybe I never would be. I’d likely die before I got to tell him what I needed to say.
I figured he wouldn’t listen anyway since he hated me so much, but that was my own fault. I could never blame him for my anger, even though I’d tried over the years. Speaking to Santino helped me a lot.
“Oh god,” Bianca muttered, pulling me to a stop as she leaned forward.
