Page 96 of The Tempted
“Change in plans, Vic,” Anthony said, holding my dad’s gaze, ignoring his warning.
“Adrianna’s pregnant and I’m not leaving her. You will have to find someone else to get inside.”
My father’s eyes widen and pierce me.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” I said, meeting his gaze.
“For crying out loud!” he roared, slamming his hand against the marble cabinet his drink sat upon.
“Does your mother know?”
“No,” I said flatly. I could see the veins in his neck and I knew that this was about to go very bad.
“You’re missing the point Vic. I’m not going along with the plan. I will meet with the D.A. tomorrow and retract my statement.”
My father turned to Anthony and laughed.
“Something funny?” Anthony asked, but I know behind his cool exterior he is just as puzzled by my father’s reaction.
“Yeah, the fact you are dictating how this will work is pretty fucking amusing. First you knock up my daughter and then you tell me how this will pan out? I’ve buried people for saying a lot less offensive shit to me, so watch your step boy! I don’t give two fucks about what you know, or who you planted your seed in, I will not hesitate to make a fucking example out of you.”
“Go right ahead old man, but you’d be leaving your daughter broken-hearted and alone, raising our baby.”
“There will not be a baby,” he turned and pointed in disgust towards my stomach.
“You will get rid of it, no fucking questions asked!”
“The fuck she is,” Anthony roared dropping his hands to his sides, balling them into fists as he advanced towards my father.
My father’s eyes narrowed at Anthony.
“Mind your fucking business Bianci or so help me God, I will put you in a fucking wooden box.”
“Stop it!” I shouted, rising to my feet.
“You don’t have a say in what happens to our baby.”
“Really? How are you going to support this baby when he’s rotting in jail? Because I can guarantee you if you don’t do as I say you’ll be on your own trying to figure it out.”
“You’re not listening, I’m not going to jail,” Anthony cut in.
“No that’s where you’re wrong. You can’t just retract your statement after confessing. You’ve signed a deal, a binding contract that says you will do time in a federal penitentiary. What do you think they will do, sweep the case under the rug? No! I’ve put too much time and money into this operation, you’re fucking going to do as you’re ordered.” He turned around to face me, fixing me with a hard look. “The both of you are.”
“I love this little boy more than anything,” my father announced, settling his soft gaze on me and bringing me back to the moment.
“Thank you, Adrianna, for making me a grandpa,” his voice is laced with emotion and for a moment I almost believe that he’s sincere.
