The pregnancy test was still sitting in the trash when Alessandro Vitali appeared outside my apartment door with six armed men behind him.
Liam stood frozen in the hallway, one hand tightening around a hidden gun while I struggled to breathe through the panic crushing my chest.
Alessandro’s amber eyes locked onto mine, then slowly dropped toward the bathroom trash can beside the counter.
The silence that followed felt deadly.
“When were you planning to tell me?” he asked softly, and sud
denly every secret I had spent years burying began tearing itself apart.
Outside, somewhere beyond the apartment windows, tires screeched against wet pavement—and then the first gunshot shattered the night.
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