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“That about me?” My mouth feels dry as hell and my heartbeat is thrashing in my ears, making it hard to hear much else as I try to navigate this fucking mess and wait for Logan’s answer. He nods and slaps the folder closed.

“Yeah. Diego picked it up from one of his police contacts last night.”

My gaze flicks to the man next to me for just a fraction of a second but our gazes meet and my belly does a flip. “Anything good in there?”

“We’ll see,” Logan answers, pulling my gaze back to him as he leans back in his chair and sighs. “My first priority is making sure you’re safe which is why I had Diego sitting on your house last night.”

I nod, a lump in my throat. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah,” Diego answers, his deep voice hitting me like a wrecking ball as my stomach does another little flip and I glance over at him again. Sympathy fills his eyes. “Two men showed up around three a.m. and broke in, tore the place up pretty good, too.”

“Oh,” I whisper, an ache springing to life in my chest as I imagine Luca and his friend in my home, going through my things. Tears sting my eyes and I grit my teeth in an attempt to fight them off. I know people will say it’s just stuff, not important and logically, I know that, but I was damn proud of the home I had managed to build for myself. Now… it just feels tainted.

“Obviously, you can’t go home, Izzy,” Logan says and I nod, staring at the grain of the kitchen table like it’s the most interesting damn thing I’ve ever seen. He’s right, of course. If they were able to find out where I live so easily, it’s not safe for me to go back even if I had some of the guys from the club there to protect me. “I’m assigning your case to Diego so I think it’s best if you go stay with him.”

Oh, fuck me.

This is bad… so, so bad.

“Oh… I, uh… I don’t want to be an inconvenience. I could just go stay at the clubhouse or something. I’m sure you guys have an empty room or two there.”

Logan shakes his head. “I don’t want you up near the front of the property.”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m not going to argue about this, Izzy,” he snaps, shaking his head and shutting me up in a second. My heart is racing and I’m acutely aware of just how close Diego’s arm is to mine without even looking at him, like there is electricity jumping from his skin to mine. I can’t even glance in his direction because every time I do, I remember just how damn good he looks sans clothing and I’m pretty sure my heartbeat is moving between my thighs as I think about the way he commanded my body with ease.

And then there is the baby. As if on cue, my… our little peanut gives me a swift kick just under the ribs and it takes all my self-control to not react.

Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I’m not ready for this. There is so much we have to talk about and I don’t know what I’m going to say to him yet…

I can’t go stay with him.

I just can’t.

“I just don’t want to…”

“Izzy!” Logan yells, leveling a glare at me before he sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. “Listen, I know damn well that you don’t like being told what to do or giving up control but, in this situation, I fucking need you to trust me to keep you and your baby safe. This is some serious shit you stepped into and these guys are not playing fucking games.”

Everything screeches to a halt in my mind and I gasp, my heart thundering out of control in my chest as I turn, peeking over at Diego as he processes the information Logan just threw out like it meant nothing. God, he just blew up his brother’s life and he doesn’t even know it. Diego stares down at the table, his brow furrowed, and then, without warning, his gaze snaps to mine.

“You’re pregnant?”

I nod, my hands shaking fiercely as the rest of the room falls away. The fact that I’m not ready to have this conversation or that I have no idea what to say to him doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters right in this second is the two of us and this baby we made together. “Yes.”

“Congrats,” he answers, his jaw ticking as he clenches his fist before quickly releasing it with a sigh. He leans away from me and crosses his arms over his chest, flashing me a smile that is anything but kind. “How far along are you?”

Oh, God, he doesn’t realize it’s his…

I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised by how tiny I am and my history with men. I mean, when was the last time I went six months without sex?

Fuck.

How do I break this to him?

Sure, I had somewhat of a script in my head when I planned on doing this differently but I don’t know how to turn his entire life upside down in a room full of other people. And I have no idea how he’s going to react. Will he be happy that he’s going to be a father? Angry? Uninterested in taking on this responsibility? My stomach heaves and I clamp my lips together as I take a deep breath.