Twenty-Eight


    Bianca looks different. Her hair is tied in a ponytail and she''s in ck leather pants and jacket. She


    has ck boots. She looks badass. She looks like a cold assassin and that makes me wonder, was


    she prepared for this night? Did she know this would happen.


    She moves in front of Sydney and crouches then grips his chin. That action makes me angry for


    some reason.


    "If it isn''t my fiance with his pregnant slut." Bianca looks into Sydney''s eyes with a mocking re.


    Sydney maintains eye contact without any movement. "Where were you two running off to?" Neither


    one of us speaks.


    I hid one grenade in my dress pocket. Reaching it would be a big risk. Oh God, I feel so useless. I


    look around and see it''s only the six men I saw earlier. I look at the 9mm guns Sydney ced down


    but Bianca''s shrill voice interrupts me. "Whatever you''re nning Isabe Styles will never


    seed." She taunts me. I look at her and find that she''s standing next to the guns and looking at


    me. I hope Sydney has a n.


    I sent Luke the SOS text about twenty minutes ago. I really hope whatever it is they''re doing they


    better hurry up. As I say a silent prayer, Bianca''s bootse to my line of sight. I raise my eyes to


    her face.


    "Isabe, sweet sweet Isabe. You just had toe to the picture and ruin it all. Can you imagine,


    the Italian and USA mafiaing together." Bianca says in a dreamy tone as she brings her hands


    together. "All that had to be ruined by you. You just had to get pregnant for him." Oh, no. Bianca


    sees my panicked face.


    "You thought I was a fool, didn''t you? The secret meetings, your visits to Dr Greene with him. The


    cold Sydney would never do that to just anyone. Then Sydney touched your tummy in the hospital


    and talked to you. What was it you told her Syd?" I''m confused. I don''t remember Sydney touching


    my belly in the hospital. Unless I was unconscious. What did he tell me? What is Bianca talking


    about. I look at Sydney only to find him ring at the road.


    "Tell her Sydney. After all, she deserves to know." Bianca taunted. This makes me to look at Sydney


    but he''s in the same position. I almost look at Bianca but a movement from far catches my eye and


    suddenly relief washes over me. They are here. I try to act normal as I count to ten.


    "Bianca." Everyone''s attention moves to me. I feel their eyes on me. Good. "I need to pee. The baby


    kicked my dder." The men snicker and I ce a desperate face. Bianca res at me but I look


    straight into her eyes.


    "Giovanni, take Sydney and you, take her." Bianca orders as she points to a man next to me. A man


    behind Bianca moves forward without and goes to Sydney and yanks his white shirt. I feel the same


    done to my arm.


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    "Easy. I''m pregnant." I say as a matter of fact but the man doesn''t respond. Bianca gets into the first


    car and just as I''m forced to get into the car, the man''s grip loosens. I look behind me confused and


    see six bodies on the ground and a standing Sydney who''s aiming his gun at Bianca. How did this


    happen?


    Luke and other men surround Bianca''s car and order her to get out. I walk towards Sydney and take


    his hand. "What the hell happened?" He only smirks at me and takes my hand then leads me to


    another white sports car. "What about the other one?" I ask Sydney.


    "It will be handled." I look at him on confusion but don''t say anything. We get into the car and


    Sydney drives back into town.


    "Where are we going?" I ask him.


    "To my penthouse." Sydney answers secondster. I nce at him. He seems so deep in thought.


    "My items are in the other car." I try to keep him talking. Sydney unzips a lower part of his seat and


    takes out a phone. My mouth gapes open and my eyes almost budge out. Unbelievable!


    He clicks on a name and calls it. "There''s a bag in the trunk. Bring it. And don''t forget to destroy any


    electronics." What? My phone. No, not my phone.


    "I need my phone. You can''t destroy it."


    "Have you thought that it could have been tracked and led us to the situation we were in?" I shut up.


    We arrive at the penthouse and head up straight without a word between us. The elevator leads us


    straight to his home and I notice its the same house we had sex in. I feel heat rush from the tips of


    my ears and I turn around so quick and pretend to look around.


    This ce really is magnificent. The interior designer did a fantastic job and it''s so clean. Does


    Sydney have helps who do the chores?


    I feel thirsty and head towards the open kitchen without a care. I look at Sydney but he doesn''t


    seem to mind. I drink the water then remember the liquid Sydney told me to drink. "What did I drink


    when you got out of the car?"


    "A tracker." I furrow my eyebrows. Sydney sees this and gestures for me to sit on a three-seater


    couch. I oblige. "The liquid was developed some few years back. It gets into a body and attaches


    itself on an organ." Sydney exins.


    "Does it affect the person?"


    "No. In most cases the person doesn''t even know it''s there."


    "So I''ll have it for life? Until I die?" I realize. "Why are you doing this to me Sydney?" I already lost


    my freedom to the mafia but this, this is just frustrating.


    "If you hadn''t followed my instructions do you know what would have happened?" I didn''t want to


    think about the what ifs. I rub my round belly. Sydney hesitantly ces his hand on it but I give him


    an encouraging smile. "I already lost my mother and baby sister to the Mafia. Not the both of you


    too." We look at each other. I notice my hand has stopped moving and Sydney''s is on top of mine.


    "The baby kicked when you were unconscious. I knew how much you wanted to feel it kick."


    Sydney''s voice is in a whisper. I smile when he says this. I wished he was there when I woke up but


    him saying those words made me happier.


    "Why did you leave? I waited for you when I woke up but you never came. When I went to visit my


    mom and watched this stupid show you were there with Bianca and said I was just some needy


    pregnant woman that you had to help. Do you know how that felt?" Whoa, these hormones are


    really making me talk bout my feelings. Or is it just me? Maybe I just want him to feel bad and guilty.


    Nah, definitely the pregnancy hormones.


    Sydney lowers his gaze to my belly but says nothing. I try removing my hand but he holds it. "Why


    do you do that?" He asks. Do what?


    "Why do always escape or leave when things go bad between us."


    "I''m not required to be in stressful conditions, remember?" Sydney scoffs in disbelief and before he


    says anything I ask.


    "What is it that you told me at the hospital when I was unconscious?"