“We’re done here.” Wolf guided my sister out of the room. I appreciated how he protected her.
I could do the same with Isla. If I could convince her to give me another chance.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen.
Fabio’s name appeared. I answered it quickly, remembering he’d asked me to call him. “Fabio, how’s it going? Did you find out more information about Isla?”
“Where are you?” His question came out rushed, as if worried or panicked.
“In Canada. Why?”
“That’s a relief. I think you should leave her alone.”
“What do you know?” Suddenly, I felt sick. Fabio wouldn’t have called unless he discovered something important, maybe something so shocking he didn’t feel right putting it in a text.
A wave of unease crashed down on me.
“Ciro. Take my advice. Just stay in Canada. You’re not ready for this. You may never be ready for this.”
“Fucking tell me what you discovered!” My patience was fading. Was she married and hid it from me? He was right. I wouldn’t be able to take it. But I had to know the truth. “Fabio!”
“All right. All right.” He inhaled but said nothing for a long beat. “I don’t want to be the messenger. Fuck, I really don’t want to be the one to tell you this.”
“I’m losing it. What did you find?” I asked for the third fucking time. In my peripheral, I saw Paolo looking at me from the double doors. My hands were shaking as I tightly held the phone to my ear.
“In October?—”
“Son of a bitch,” I hissed, my heart racing like a horse at the Derby. “She’s married, isn’t she?”
“No. Not married.”
“Then what?” Instant relief crashed down on me. If she wasn’t married, what the hell could be so bad that I couldn’t handle it?
“In October, she had a baby.”
I stared at Paolo, seeing red.A baby. I quickly did the math in my head. Nine months back from October would have been January. We were still together. My blood boiled.
Isla cheated on me…
“Goddammit! She was fucking another guy!” I blew like a violent volcano, hatred coursing through my veins. Here I thought she was loyal. A good person. In love with me. “What a fucking bitch! Who’s the father?”
“No name is listed on the birth certificate. It could be yours.”
My breathing stuttered. Mine? No. Not possible. Isla wouldn’t have my baby and not tell me. She wouldn’t do that. Would she?
“I’m confident it’s not mine. Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?” A baby. My baby. Impossible.
“I’m sure, asshole. My guy is the best of the best.” Fabio cursed in Italian, calling me a slew of unkind names.
“It doesn’t make sense.”
“Then why would she not name the father? If it’s another man’s and she’s with him, she would have named him. It has to be yours.”
I didn’t know how to reply.
“I never told her to leave with my baby!Ifit’s mine.” Ileaned against my father’s desk to brace myself, so my knees didn’t buckle under me.
“I bet a hundred G’s it’s yours.” Fucking Fabio. He sounded way too happy about me possibly having a baby.
