Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74547 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I loved my daughter so much, and I would die if anything ever happened to her. She couldn’t even talk yet, and I already had a connection with her. When I stopped by Siena’s home to see Martina, I was nearly brought to tears when she was in my arms. She stopped crying the second I held her—and I knew that was because of me.
“Is it really worth the risk, Cato?” This man had walked through the door and immediately patronized me, but there was something about him that prevented me from retaliating. “You miraculously found the woman you love and have a daughter together. Does anything else really matter?”
“You’ve made your point, Crow.”
“I hope I did. Siena is a good kid. She’s been through a lot. I used to be friends with her father, and I saw him make the same mistakes you’re making now. He thought he was invincible…until his luck ran out. You could ask him if he has any regrets…but he’s stuck in a grave with his wife.”
I couldn’t even contemplate the idea of Siena being dead, because it made my hands shake. I loved her more than I loved myself. I loved Martina more than anything else in the world, including Siena.
Crow stared at me for a while. “Money doesn’t matter, Cato. When you’re sitting at the dinner table with your wife and kids…you’ll see that it doesn’t make a difference. Family is the only thing that matters.”
I arrived at Siena’s house later that evening. All the lights were on in the windows, and my men were spread around the perimeter to make sure no one crossed the property line without permission.
My eyes lingered on the front door, and I remembered all the nights I would stop by unannounced. I’d pick the lock and help myself inside like I owned the place—like I owned her. Then I’d take her body well into the night, coming inside her as much as I could because it gave me more pleasure than anything else in life. Her home was cozy and comfortable, possessing a charm my estate could never replicate.
Probably because it was filled with her presence.
I walked up to the door, and instead of letting myself inside, I knocked.
“It’s open,” she called from within.
I stepped inside and heard Siena washing the dishes in the kitchen. The faucet turned off, and she walked back into the living room to greet me. She didn’t seem surprised to see me, like she’d been expecting me all night.
“Where is she?” I wasn’t here for Martina, but I wanted to ask anyway.
“She’s asleep in her room. You can see her if you want, but try not to wake her up. It took me forever to get her down…”
Because she didn’t like it here. She wanted to see both of us together, to see us happy again. She was just a baby, but she picked up on the moods in the room. I’d promised her I would never leave her, that I would come home every night. I’d already broken that promise.
Siena didn’t come close to me. She purposely kept space between us, like we were strangers rather than lovers. “I’m sorry I asked Crow to stop by. I just thought…maybe he could give you his spin on things.”
“You really want me to quit, then?”
She sighed, like the question pained her. “I just want us to be safe.” Her hand moved over her stomach, just the way she did when she was pregnant. “This is the only way to accomplish that.”
My eyes lingered on her hand, the way she clutched herself.
“I love you.” She said the words with watery eyes. “I miss you. I want us to be a family again. But I can’t risk anything happening to our children. If that ever happened, I would never forgive you…”
I wouldn’t forgive myself. I stepped closer to her, still looking at her stomach. “Baby?”
She lifted her gaze to look at me.
My hand moved over hers as my pulse quickened in my throat. My breath came out shaky as the possibility popped into my mind. “Are you pregnant?”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her watery eyes told me everything.
“We’re having another baby.” Both of my hands moved to her stomach. She was flat like she used to be, but knowing there was more life inside her excited me all over again. “That’s…great.”
“Is it?” she whispered. “We’re having another baby, but we aren’t a family.”
“Of course we’re a family—”
“Not if we’re apart. Not if you won’t do everything you possibly can to protect us. You don’t deserve us if you’re unwilling to do the right thing.” She stepped back so my hands would slip away. More tears emerged from her eyes.
“Siena—”
“I don’t want to hear you talk if you’re just going to say the same thing.”