Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
This wasn’t good. Every single sign so far indicated to her being pregnant.
Rather than panic about it, she took a seat beside him, being sure to reach for a piece of fruit. A nice, heavily scented orange.
“You wanted to see me,” she said, feeling so damn formal as she said it.
They’d been fucking like rabbits just last night, and here she was, treating him like some kind of boss.
Damon didn’t answer. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” Did she say it too fast?
Glancing over at him, she forced a smile. So long as she breathed through her mouth and didn’t detect the coffee, she’d be able to get through breakfast. What she needed was a plan though. How could she get to a pharmacy without him knowing the reason for the trip?
Damon rapped his knuckles on the table and tutted. She watched as he reached into his jacket pocket, and on the plate, he dropped a ring. She still held the orange quite close to her nose as the scents made her mouth water, but that ring, she recognized it.
It was the same ring her grandfather and his father passed down the line of each ruling Russo. The eldest son.
Her father had told her that she would never get to wear this ring. Only men could. Men were the only people worthy of ruling the Russo line.
He’d never take off the ring. Not unless he had a true son. The man he called an heir.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Your father attempted to run,” Damon said. “My men caught him at the docks, trying to leave.”
She put the orange down and picked up the ring, turning it over to see the Russo crest embedded in the ring. He’d been so proud of this ring, never giving it up. Always wearing it with pride. If this ring was on her plate, it only meant one thing. He was dead. That was what he’d said to her so many times in the past. No one would get this off his finger unless his body was dead and cold.
The ring was too big, but she had no desire to slip it onto her finger.
Her father was dead. She didn’t need Damon to tell her this.
Milah nibbled on her lip and stared at the ring, not exactly sure how she should feel.
Should she be angry? Disappointed? Upset?
Her father had been a horrible human being, but he’d still been her father. Tears filled her eyes. Both of her parents were now dead and gone.
“Did you … have you killed his … other children?” she asked.
“No.”
Milah looked up at him then, shocked. “You haven’t?”
“No.”
“Why?”
He didn’t speak.
“I … I never got the chance to meet them. I know they exist. I think he had a son, but because it was with a woman … he called her a whore, he would never claim him, nor would he allow his name to be given to him. He should have this.”
“Milah, that is your ring.”
“No, it’s not. I’m not even the eldest, Damon. I’m not anything. I was a daughter. He often called me a waste of space.”
“Yeah, but you soon came in handy when it was saving his neck.”
“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything.” She put the ring on the table. What little appetite she had disappeared. Just like her father to ruin even the comfort of food.
“Milah, it’s yours, and I won’t be seeking anyone else out to wear it.”
“But you will seek them out to kill them?” she asked.
“Take the damn ring.”
She had to get this conversation to stop. “I think I might be pregnant.”
Damon went silent.
She stared at her plate for the longest time, but that wouldn’t tell her what he was thinking. Lifting her head, she stared at Damon, waiting.
His gaze was on her.
“Did you hear me?”
“How do you know?” he asked.
She chuckled. “I don’t know, maybe it’s the morning sickness. We’ve had unprotected sex. I haven’t had a period. Name your reason. I want to go to a pharmacy.” She pointed at the ring. “This isn’t important to me.”
“Milah, he was still your … father.”
“Does it matter? He died at your hands, and I can’t bring him back. I’d like to go to a pharmacy.” She got to her feet but felt a sudden wave of sickness wash over her. Damon was on his feet, and if he hadn’t been there, she would’ve fallen.
“No pharmacy. I’m going to call a doctor.”
“Normal people go to the pharmacy. They have perfectly capable tests.”
“We’re not normal people.”
“No, you’re not a normal person. You’re a De Luca, and me, I’m no one.”
“You’re Milah Russo.”
“No, I’ve never been a Russo, and I never will be one.”
Damon lifted her in his arms and carried her back up to his bedroom. At that moment, she didn’t want to be in his room. “Take me to my room.”