Page 39 of Revenge
“He’s a driver, among many things. After today, it’s fair to say you need security.”
He has a point. I can’t imagine what would have become of me had Marco and Jimmy not been there. I would probably be dead right now.
“Who were the guys who attacked me?” I ask, hoping he will answer this time. The front door opens, getting Oliver’s attention.
“Come on, the doctor is here.”
“I don’t need a doctor. I need answers,” I demand.
“I’ll give you answers once the doctor says you’re fine.” His voice is stern.
After thirty minutes, the doctor says I’m fine but not before warning me that I need rest. Because I’m almost six months pregnant, he mentioned I should be taking it easy. I want to snap at the doctor. Honestly, I feel fine. I’m just pregnant. Women in third-world countries can work and be active during pregnancy. Why am I so different?
The doctor hands me a laundry list of do’s and don’ts, and we walk back to the kitchen where Oliver is waiting. I’m annoyed since I know the do’s and don’ts. But I have more important things than tell the doctor. The minute the doctor is out the front door, I look at Oliver. I can tell he knows what is coming.
“Explain. Now!” I practically yell at him.
“They were Irish. Most likely sent by Cillian McIntyre.”
“Fiona’s father?” I ask, confused. “What does he want with me?”
“Yes. Somehow, he must have found out you’re pregnant.” I sit, rubbing my forehead. “What is it?” he asks.
“Fiona knows I’m pregnant,” I mumble.
“Why didn’t you call me? I told you to call me for anything,” he says angrily.
“She found out before you did,” I confess.
“Fuck.” He paces. “You should have told me. This changes things.”
“No, it doesn’t. She said as long as I kept my pregnancy a secret and stayed away from Viktor, there wouldn’t be any problems. She would let me be.”
“I beg to differ, considering two men just tried kidnapping you. Or worse.”
“What does this mean?” There’s a rising panic inside of me. I hold my belly, protecting my baby. I have an idea of what it means, but I need to be wrong.
“I need to move you, hide you. Cillian will try again. He won’t stop until he gets what he wants,” he says, pacing the room.
“I’m not hiding. This is ridiculous. What can Cillian possibly want from me?”
“You told me the other day that it isn’t about you or Viktor anymore. You said you would do anything to protect your child.”
“I stand by that, but I won’t uproot myself because of your family drama.” There’s an edge of hysteria in my voice.
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sits.
“Things aren’t good right now with the McIntyres and the Manarchs. There’s a lot of tension. The child you’re carrying threatens the McIntyres and Viktor’s future as the heir. I wish you had told me that Fiona knew when I asked.” Something in his tone says this is worse than he is telling me.
“My baby has nothing to do with any of this. I’ll not let him be drawn into the Manarch drama.” I stroke my belly. He hasn’t even been born yet, and his life is already in danger.
“He?” He smiles for the first time since I walked in, breaking the tension.
“You’re going to have a nephew.”
He’s quiet for what feels like a long time.
“I know you don’t want Viktor to find out, but with the McIntyres knowing, you aren’t safe anymore. I can’t hide this from him or go behind his back. He already suspects I’m hiding something.”
