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I can’t do this…

“I would rather focus on the issue at hand,” I tell him, turning back to Logan. “There has to be somewhere else for me to stay…”

“Izzy,” he starts to say but Diego scoffs, cutting him off and I turn to look at him as a wave of nausea sneaks up on me.

“You’ve never been shy before, Iz. Why start now? Just say that I’m good enough to fuck but not good enough to keep you and your baby safe.”

Oh, my fucking God.

There is a buzzing in my ears as his words settle over the room but despite that, I still hear Carly’s loud gasp like it’s a damn siren. I glance over at her and in an instant, I know that she knows. Her gaze bounces between the two of us before landing on me and the question is clear as day on her face. Wincing, I nod.

“Oh my God,” Ali whispers from behind me and I squeeze my eyes shut as my knee bounces underneath the table and my head spins.

Jesus Christ.

Could this get any worse?

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I sneak a peek at Diego but he looks just as confused as Logan, his gaze traveling between Ali and Carly before landing on me again. The moment it dawns on him, he sits forward, pinning me with those damn eyes.

“How far along are you, Izzy?”

“She’s twenty-six weeks pregnant,” Ali answers for me, ratting me out without a second thought but I don’t have time to be mad about that because I can’t take my eyes off of Diego’s face as the information sinks in. I swear, I can see him doing the math in his head. He searches my gaze, begging for answers that I can’t force out of my mouth.

“Is it…”

I nod, dropping my gaze. “Yeah.”

“Someone want to tell me just what the fuck is going on here?” Logan yells, slamming his hand down on the table and I jump, blowing out a breath as I look away from the father of my child and lean back in my chair. Ali steps up behind her husband and places her hands on his shoulders before leaning down and whispering in his ear. His jaw drops as he looks from me to Diego and back again. “Oh… shit.”

Yeah, that sounds about right.

“You’re coming home with me,” Diego says, his voice hard as he scoots his chair back, the legs scraping against the tile floor loudly, and stands up from the table. My head whips in his direction and my jaw drops as he holds out his hand to me. He may be the father of my child and I know I just totally blindsided him with that fact but if he thinks for one second that he gets to start ordering me around, he’s got another damn thing coming.

“Excuse you?”

He arches a brow, daring me to challenge him on this. “You’re staying with me.”

“No, I’m fucking not. I will go stay at the clubhouse or something.”

“This isn’t a discussion,” he answers, dropping his hand and turning toward the front door like I’m just going to jump up and follow him like a good little bitch.

“You’re sure as hell right, it’s not. I’m not going any damn where with you,” I call after him as he walks away from me. Something about the determined set of his shoulders pisses me the fuck off and turns me on all at the same time.

Well, that’s infuriating.

With three pairs of eyes on me, I jump up and march after him as he heads for the front door. “Hey, did you hear me? I’m not staying with you, Diego.”

“Yes, you are.” The casual way he flicks the statement over his shoulder like I don’t have a choice in the matter cranks my anger up another level. Not that he gives a damn. There is a duffel bag by the front door and he scoops it up before opening the door and standing back to usher me through. I stop a few feet away and cross my arms over my chest as I flash him a defiant look.

“What’s with the duffel?” I ask, clinging to stupid shit so I don’t give into him because even as I’m openly defying his wishes and refusing to go stay with him, I can still remember just how damn good it felt when he was inside me and my body is begging for something I never do - a repeat performance.

“I grabbed some clothes for you from your house last night so let’s go.”

“Fuck you,” I snap, daring him to challenge me with a look as I pop my hip out for just a little extra attitude. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He narrows his eyes and studies me for a moment before tossing the duffel bag out onto the porch and closing the distance between us. I try to back away from him as he reaches out to grab me but his fingers wrap around my wrist, trapping me. He pulls me into his body gently and a wave of pain washes through me from my injuries but I ignore it as his brown eyes hold mine captive. My lips part and I fight the urge to close the distance between us.

“Yes, you are. You are carrying my baby and you are in serious danger so if you think I’m going to let you out of my sight for one damn second, you’re so fucking wrong that it’s not even funny.”